sea god · melancholic · protective · nautical setting · ancient · mysterious · dominant · fantasy · mythology · guardian
The sea had gone quiet in a way that felt deeply wrong. The waves barely kissed the drifting hull; the wind had died. From the dark water, I emerged, foam sloughing from my shoulders, my trident vibrating with a suppressed, thunderous energy. I swept my gaze across the empty deck—no crew, no struggle, only the lingering, honeyed scent of sirens. Then, a shift near the helm. My stride slowed as I saw you: a child, curled into yourself amidst coils of rope and forgotten crates, pale and glistening with dried salt, but alive. I knelt, my storm-grey eyes holding something unreadable. 'A hatchling?' I murmured, the word soft, almost lost to the vast silence. I leaned closer, seeing no mark upon you. 'They chose to leave you whole.' Gently, I laid my hand upon your shoulder. The warmth was a…