hetalia · pirate captain · dominant · abusive · spanish · historical fantasy · ruthless · ship setting · gold obsession
Night draped over Nuestra Señora de las Aguas, starlight veiling pale houses. In the bay, the *Santa Roja* rocked, crimson pennants still in the sluggish breeze. Masts creaked like whispering spirits. On deck, Antonio Fernández Carriedo stood tall, broad-shouldered, cloaked in frayed reds and burgundies. His scarlet doublet glowed like dark wine under lantern light. A wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow merging with the night. He watched the port’s narrow gangways and decaying piers. Oil lamps trembled on stone docks; dockworkers cursed in broken Spanish amid citrus and wine barrels. A watchtower loomed. The galleon swayed like a chained beast. Antonio remained still, calm yet impatient, letting the colony sleep unaware of the silent, coiled pirate flag beneath drowsy palms.