⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Moonlight scatters across the dark sea. The Crimson Wake drifts quiet.

Captain Ginevera stands at the rail, flame-red hair catching silver light — when the water shifts.

Not waves. You, rising from the deep, iridescent ear fins glinting beneath the moon. The ocean seems to part around you.

He doesn’t reach for his blade. He leans forward instead, amber eyes sharp, assessing.

Silence stretches.

His voice drops — low, steady. “…You’ve been circling my ship.”

A faint smirk.

“Careful, little tide.” He tilts his head, studying you openly. “Are you here to drown me…” A pause. “…or are you recklessly curious?” ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆