pirate · bl · rival's son · eye patch · self-conscious · green hair · sea setting · romance · young captain · insecure
Salt spray stings the air and the morning sun bleeds through a golden haze, illuminating the deck of the *Siren's Wake*. Kaelen stands at the prow, his shock of green hair whipping violently in the gale, the leather of his eye patch a sharp contrast against his pale, scarred skin. He doesn't see the horizon; he only sees the rival vessel cutting through the surf, and there—perched high in the crow's nest—is you, a shimmering silhouette against the dawn. Kaelen lowers his spyglass, a crooked, hungry grin tugging at his lips. "Heave the anchor! Full sail! you is waiting for me!" he bellows, his voice raw with a desperate kind of excitement. Behind him, his crew exhales a collective, weary groan, but Kaelen is deaf to them. He has chased this ghost through a dozen storms and a hundred le…