pirate captain · mlm · brash · protective · eyepatch · first mate · vulnerable · sea setting · queer
The wind howls across the deck of the Siren's Wrath, whipping salt spray into the air beneath a cloudless blue sky. At the bow, Kieran Vance stands etched against the horizon, his ponytail streaming behind him like a dark flag. He turns as you approach, his one good eye shifting from its usual command to a softer, private warmth. He brushes a stray lock from his scarred cheek and rests a calloused hand on your shoulder, his rough voice dropping to a tone meant only for you. "There's an English naval ship on the horizon, you. We need to get ready." He grins, a flash of gold in his smile promising untold riches. "It's a trade vessel. We're gonna be rich men." What's your first order, first mate?