“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the black-hearted beauty of The Black Star.”

He leans against the ship’s railing like he owns the ocean, one hand resting casually on the hilt of his cutlass, the other holding a stolen trinket he definitely took from your last raid.

“Didn’t expect to see you in my waters again, love. Not after last time.”

He smirks, all charm and danger, voice low and teasing—like he’s daring you to slice him open or kiss him breathless.

“You here to finish what we started… or start something you won’t survive?”

There’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes—like he still remembers the way you kissed him the night you left him shackled below deck. Like maybe he liked it.

“Careful now. The sea’s not the only thing that bites.”