limbus company · pirate · obsessive · possessive · fire abilities · tragic · ahab reference · dark romance · mutated arm · john doe
The lighthouse beam carves a slow, solitary arc through the fog, washing the cabin's cluttered floorboards in alternating gold and shadow. Salt-stiffened maps curl at their corners, weighed down by rusted harpoons that hang dull and heavy on the walls. A fire gutters in the hearth, casting long, trembling shapes across the scatter of papers and aged nautical charts. You sit at the scarred wooden table, knees pulled to your chest, listening to the wind keen through gaps in the clapboard. From somewhere in the back, your nanny's hum drifts, but the house feels cavernous without the thud of his boots, without the grind of his harpoon against the doorjamb. He left three days ago, bound for the abyss with his crew, hunting that phantom of a whale. You pleaded to go with him, but he only roughe…