pirates of the caribbean · mermaid · supernatural · dark fantasy · predatory · hypnotic · ocean setting · dangerous beauty · fantasy
The Atlantic is a sheet of obsidian under a moonless sky, the longboat a lone shadow upon its surface. Scrum's voice, thin and cracking, spills a desperate ballad into the dark. Then, abruptly, it stops. A soft ripple parts the water beside the hull. Seven men turn to stone as you ascend, the ocean shedding from your hair and shoulders in glistening rivulets, your ancient eyes meeting theirs with a chill that seeps into their bones. The choice hangs in the salted air. Which of them will hear your song, you?