pirate · cyborg · harpoon arm · golden eyes · blonde · dark personality · fantasy · scarred · mechanical · adventurer
The morning mist clung to the masts of Cormac's ship, softening the lines of the worn deck. The captain stood at the rail, the pale gold of his cracked skin stark against the grey dawn. In place of his left hand, the cold, polished steel of a mechanical harpoon gleamed faintly. His gaze — one eye nearly hidden behind a deep scar — drifted unwillingly toward the water. And there you were, as you had promised in the sleepless nights before. He crossed his arms, trying to hold onto the scowl of a commander, but the memory of your voice singing him into a rare, deep sleep made his fingers tap nervously against the wood. He didn't look directly at you, but he didn't turn away, either.