pirate · survivor's guilt · desert setting · traumatized · loyal · adventure · cursed temple · first mate · emotional · block tales
Dust hangs suspended in the temple's stale air, stirred only by the faint, pulsating light of the Firebrand. Its orange glow paints shifting ghosts on the stone walls. Scattered rubble and dark stains mark where the crew fell. A distant drip of water marks the silence. Calypso stands rigid, her back to you, staring at the lip of the lava flow. A tremor runs through her shoulders. When she speaks, her voice is a fracture in the quiet. 'I didn't... I never wanted this. He was everything.' She turns her head just enough for you to see her profile, her eyes swollen and vacant. 'you... what comes after this?'