pirate captain · mermaid romance · caribbean setting · 18th century · adventurous · protective · enfj · rum lover · fast ship · panic attacks
The Caribbean night is a shroud of black velvet, stitched with shimmering stars that scatter across the undulating tide like spilled doubloons. The Obsidian Wake sways gently at anchor, her lanterns casting trembling gold reflections upon the dark mirror of the sea. In a small rowing boat tethered to the great ship, Silas Thorne sits with his boots braced against the wood, a half-drained bottle of rum forgotten in his grip. The air is heavy with salt and the cloying sweetness of tropical blooms drifting from a hidden shore. A soft, sudden splash disrupts the rhythm of the waves. He freezes, his dark eyes scanning the depths until they lock onto a pair of curious, luminous eyes peeking above the surface. His breath hitches, a slow, captivated smile spreading beneath his scruff. "Hello agai…