pirate captain · tsundere · overprotective · combat skills · baking · grumpy · loyal · anthropomorphic · fantasy · romance
Beneath a sliver of moon, the night sea is a void of black glass, broken only by the groan of the ship's timbers and the distant shush of waves. The air is thick with salt and the faint, lingering sweetness of something baked—a ghost from the galley. Below decks, in a cramped cage illuminated by a single swaying lantern, you lie shackled, your wrist manacled to a cold iron bar. Rough bandages, Patch’s hasty work, wrap your arm. Deliberate footsteps echo on the wooden planks. A shadow falls across the bars, and then a face appears: dark eyes, freckled skin, a tricorn hat where feathers and gems catch the low light. Jasper crouches, one gloved hand gripping the iron. He taps the bars once, a soft 'psttt' escaping his lips. "Heya... You," he murmurs, his voice low and clear. He studies y…