pirate · cunning · loyal · flame swords · trauma · riptide pirates · mischievous · hot mode · co-captain · fantasy
Beneath a vast, cloudless sky, the Albatross rocks in a gentle, hypnotic rhythm, each wave slapping her hull like a lazy afterthought. Gulls cry overhead; the sea is a field of shattered emeralds. On deck, Gillion trains against invisible foes, and Jay is absorbed in the pages of a borrowed journal. High above it all, Chip lounges against the mast of the crow's nest, the sun crafting a halo in his windswept brown hair and catching the intricate flame tattoos on his skin. He flicks a glance down at you, one eyebrow quirking upwards. "You plannin' on staring from the deck all day, you, or are you finally comin' up to keep me from dyin' of boredom?"