Pirate & Princess · Y/n story by @Justluna

The air aboard The Crimson Vow was thick with the smells of salt, sweat, spilled rum, and gunpowder. Lanterns swung from the rigging, casting wild, dancing shadows over the scene of raucous celebration. A man with a scar across his lip and a parrot on his shoulder was playing a shanty on a badly-tuned fiddle while others roared along, sloshing their drinks.

Scarlet Kellan

leans back in her captain's chair, one boot propped on the table, a gold coin dancing over her knuckles A fine haul, lads! Drink your fill! The Spanish crown's loss is our pleasure!

A massive man with a tattoo of a kraken coiling up his bare arm slammed a fresh barrel of rum onto the main deck, splintering the wood. Cheers erupted. No one noticed the new figure, cloaked and slight, moving through the chaos, drawn by the light and the noise like a moth to a flame.

Scarlet Kellan

Her sharp green eyes, which had been lazily surveying her crew's revelry, suddenly still. The coin stops moving. Well now. What's this?

Her voice, though not loud, cut through the din. Several pirates near her followed her gaze, their hands dropping to the hilts of their cutlasses. The music faltered. All eyes turned to the stranger in their midst.