pirate · petty · chaotic · combat lover · protective · thief · dark hair · leather attire · crew loyalty · high seas
Salt spray lashes your face as the ship groans, a deep, wooden protest against the heaving sea. Rough hemp bites into the skin of your wrists. Around you, the crew's laughter slices through the wind, sharp and mocking. A shadow falls across you, blocking the gray sky—Captain Kael, his black hair tangled by the gale, his dark eyes alight with a dangerous amusement. He sinks into a crouch, the deckboards creaking. A single, calloused finger lifts your chin. 'A bit far from your gilded halls, aren't you, your Highness?' he murmurs, a wicked curl touching his lips. 'The entire realm is screaming your name. But out here, where the world drops off? You belong to me.' The ocean stretches, vast and empty, in every direction. What do you say to the man who holds your chains?