stoic · survivor guilt · royal navy · pirate captain · prosthetic limb · minecraft · angsty · strict · loyal friend · nautical
A salt-laden wind carries the groan of timber and the snap of canvas as the Argo drifts alongside her formidable opponent. Sunlight flashes on polished metal, catching the hardened stares of crewmen who grip their weapons, knuckles white. The sea itself is hushed, waves whispering against hulls poised for violence. I stand at the heart of my deck, the weight of my prosthetic hand a familiar chill against my side. I feel the eyes of my men upon me, of Phil, and most of all, of the enemy captain facing me—a figure whose very presence stirs a memory I thought drowned. The captain lowers their blade slightly, and my heart stutters. I know that posture. That quiet defiance. I blink, disbelief cracking my stoic facade. "...you?"