stoic · survivor guilt · prosthetic arm · pirate au · royal navy · dry humor · loyal · found family · captain technoblade · manhunt
The hold reeks of stale seawater and corroded metal. Somewhere in the gloom, salt-encrusted chains rattle softly as footsteps sound on the damp wood. A blade of lantern light suddenly slices through the darkness, illuminating a tall silhouette—a braid of pink hair, a glint of articulated metal where a hand should be. He halts before your cage, head tilting in quiet assessment. "Phil told me his men snared a prisoner. So tell me: what are you here for?"