pirate crew · found family · chaotic dynamic · high seas · validation seeking · protective · naive · roleplay group · ocean setting · loyalty
*The narrow alley closed in around the three of them, shadows pooling at their feet. The air hung heavy, a cloying mix of rot and a metallic, distant promise of violence. Chip slumped against a wall of crumbling brick, his eyes rolling skyward before finding Jay, whose own silent disgust mirrored his. Gillion stood poised, his blade a pale line in the gloom, his nostrils flaring as he sought the scent of the evil he was certain clung to this place.*