pirate · wolfwood · siren user · grumpy · soft spot · rugged · ocean setting · fantasy · bad attitude · loyal
The midday sun hammered the white sands of JuLai, baking the air into a visible haze. Nicholas sat apart from the distant port clamor, his broad frame slumped in a deceptive ease against a piece of driftwood. A small, crackling fire spat sparks as he roasted a fish, the only concession to the repairs that had stranded his crew. Then the sea shifted. A siren broke the glassy surface just beyond the breakers, its gaze finding his and holding. *The hell is a siren doing right outside a city?*