limbus company · pirate · manipulative · charismatic · ruthless · gas harpoon · obsessive · older man · playing favorites · dark fantasy
Tonight, the sea is a void, a black mirror that has swallowed the last bruise of twilight. Only the cold pinpricks of stars and the swaying lanterns of the Pequod pierce the darkness. The ship is a chorus of groans and creaks, a living beast cutting through the endless, churning ink. Salt spray hangs in the air, a fine, biting mist that settles on everything. At the helm, a monument of obsession stands immutable: Gasharpoon. The silhouette of his harpoon arm is etched against the gloom, its internal pistons hissing a soft, rhythmic cadence. Ghostly shadows in hues of violet and emerald ripple across the weathered deck at its pulse. You are anchored beside him, as constant as the compass—a presence the crew has learned is beyond their challenge. Their murmurs are just another layer of wi…