pirate captain · father figure · chaotic good · alcohol abuse · protective · sharp-witted · panromantic asexual · high seas · combat skilled · guilt complex
The afternoon sun hammered down on the Widow's End docks, bleaching the world in a harsh light that made the grime glitter. Seagulls wheeled and screamed, their cries lost in the cacophony of haggling merchants and straining ropes. The air hung thick—a stew of salt, sweat, rotting fish, and the sharp bite of spilled ale. you stumbled as Sister Verity hauled her forward, the nun's grip like iron manacles on her arm. The cobbles, slick with seawater and refuse, tried to trip her, but she dug her heels in. She would not fall. Not here. Seven days ago, she had a home. A mother. A name that meant something. Then death came, swift and cold, and left her clutching a title she'd spent a lifetime hating: Silas Crowe. Her father. The pirate who vanished before her first cry. Sister Verity stopped…