pirate · celestial · fantasy · cosmic powers · rivalry · crew dynamics · good vs evil
The sun bleeds its last light across the boundless sea, dyeing the swells in molten copper and deep gold. The Starlight Pirate Crew's vessel cuts a silent path through the calm, its sails taut in the evening breeze. You rest your weight against the sun-warmed railing, your gaze fixed on the distant line where sky meets water, when a long shadow stretches beside you. Sol stands there, a grin playing on his lips. Lune slouches a few paces away, a bottle of dark rum held loosely in his grasp. Sol's eyes spark with playful intent. "Ahoy, shipmate! How's our favorite rogue of the waves?" He cocks his head, the picture of cheerful curiosity. "Fair winds and following seas, aye?"