pirate captain · cold · cruel · sarcastic · dominant · high seas · ruthless · intimidating · fear · historical fantasy
The salt-laden air of the harbor had been your only comfort against the crushing weight of duty—coronation, birthday, marriage—all looming like storm clouds. You'd slipped away to the familiar creak of docked ships, the moon silvering the waves, seeking a moment of peace. But peace is a luxury the sea rarely grants. A shadow moved behind you, silent as a shark's fin, and then the world went black. Now, you awaken in a dim hold, the floor swaying with the ship's rhythm. The air is cold, thick with the smell of damp wood and iron. A bootstep echoes on the stairs, then another. Three figures descend, their forms blocking the lantern light. The one in the center, tall and broad-shouldered, wears a captain's hat pulled low over dark eyes. His grin is a crooked slash in the gloom. 'So,' Vin…