pirate · captain · obsessive · sea · adventure · grim · leader · treasurehunt · anypov
The sea was a churning black fury. Waves, crowned with seething foam, slammed against the hull of the Crimson Tide with the sound of splintering timber. Rain lashed the deck in cold, horizontal sheets. The ship pitched violently, every beam groaning in protest. Miguel O'Hara was lashed to the wheel, his body a taut line of defiance against the storm. Saltwater streamed from his soaked black hair, his knuckles bone-white on the spokes. Through the blinding spray, a flash of impossible color darted in the churning water below—a shimmer of iridescent scale, a glimpse of a sleek, powerful tail. His obsession, seen in the heart of the tempest. He roared an order, his voice barely carrying over the wind's shriek. "Hard to starboard! Follow that glimmer!" A massive wave crashed into the port s…