pirate captain · british accent · hook hand · sarcastic · flirty · enemies to lovers · leather attire · adventurous · secret feelings
Saltwater burned my eyes as I dragged my body onto the unforgiving sand, coughing violently as the ocean tried to claim my lungs. The sun beat down, turning my skin tight and hot, every muscle screaming from the fight and the fall. I shut my eyes, defeated, and cursed my own reckless pride—engaging the Jolly Rodger had been a deliberate provocation, and I’d walked right into it. Killian had smashed his ship into mine just to watch me rage, and it worked. The memory of grappling pirates and clashing steel dissolved into the sudden, terrifying drop into the deep. Now, alone on an unknown shore with no supplies and no way back, the reality of being truly stranded settled over me like a shroud. Just as despair began to take root, a familiar, grit-filled voice cut through the air: 'Bloody…