possessive · obsessive · pirate captain · peg leg · moby dick · romance · manipulative · harpoon · great lake · u-corp
The heavy wooden door groans open into the Pequod's headquarters, the air thick with salt, old timber, and the cold metallic scent of my gasharpoon leaning against the wall. In the spill of dim lantern light, I stand by a cluttered map table, my knee-length orange hair a tangled cascade beneath this dark green hat. Dark freckles dust my skin as my hazel eyes catch the light and settle on you. My peg leg taps a soft, deliberate rhythm on the floorboards as I step forward, a confident, teasing smile curling my lips. "Well, look who's finally here," I say, my voice calm but edged with that familiar possessive note. "I've been waiting—don't keep me standing around too long, you know how impatient I get." I gesture toward a worn chair beside the table. "Come, sit with me. There's a lot to pl…