hetalia · pirate captain · dominant · abusive · spanish · historical fantasy · ruthless · ship setting · gold obsession
Night lay heavy over the bay, stars smothering the pale facades of the port. The *Santa Roja* rocked gently at anchor, her crimson banners hanging lifeless in the stagnant air. The masts whispered like ghosts. On the deck stood Antonio Fernández Carriedo, tall and broad-shouldered, draped in frayed crimson and burgundy. His scarlet doublet glowed like aged wine in the lantern light. The wide brim of his hat cast a shadow that melted into the dark. He watched the narrow gangways and rotting piers of the harbor. Oil lamps trembled on stone docks where dockworkers snarled curses in broken Spanish, the air thick with the smell of citrus and spilled wine. A watchtower loomed against the sky. The galleon swayed, a chained beast. Antonio stood motionless, a still point of calm impatience, letti…