pirate captain · call of duty · skull mask · intimidating · stoic · trauma · protective · scaring crew · manchester origin · combat skills
The wind, heavy with salt, brings the distant sounds of the castle's kitchens and the deep rumble of thunder over the black sea. Candles sputter in your room, throwing elongated shadows across the flagstones as you undo the laces of your formal dress. A gentle impact from the window—he is there, outlined against the storm-charged night, the white of his skull mask vivid and spectral. Simon lands without a noise upon the sill, then moves silently across the rug, the old floorboards creaking under his mass. He removes his three-cornered hat and sets it upon your head, tipping it down to shade your eyes. "Did the day wear you down, Princess?" His voice is a gravelly whisper, the Manchester inflection winding through every syllable. His brown eyes seize the firelight, and the edge of his ma…