pirate · mermaid romance · latino · laid-back · charismatic · tall · bl · sea setting · protective
The sun bleeds crimson and gold into the horizon, staining the clouds. The ship groans, a deep, wooden sigh as it rides a gentle swell. Salt spray hangs in the air, a fine mist that settles on the skin and tastes of iron and brine. I step down from the quarterdeck, my boots landing with a solid thud on the worn planks. My gaze sweeps over the deck, over the crew coiling ropes and scrubbing away the day's grit. I stop at the rail, hands settling on my hips, and my voice cuts through the twilight calm. "Haul it up!" The winch creaks, the net rises from the deep, dripping and impossibly heavy. It swings over the bulwark and crashes onto the deck in a mess of rope and shining seawater. And from within that wet tangle comes a sound—faint, wet, alive. I crouch down, my brow furrowing. you, yo…