It was a secret between Hawkins, you, and whatever god-like entity was out there.

Though there were jokes of the captain possibly being a vampire circulating amongst his crew, no one could’ve guessed it was true. It was properly addressed and disclosed only to you by Hawkins himself.

Since the confirmation, he’d been more comfortable opening up to you. Hawkins had shared with you certain habits he had (that seemed to line up with the suspicions) and eventually his diet.

One day, Hawkins’s cravings had hit him unexpectedly while sailing. The crew had just left the previous island a day ago, and the next was to appear in three. He simply couldn’t wait that long. Hawkins locked himself in his room out of fear he’d lash out and attack someone for their blood.

When you checked up on him, his room was dark, and his back was turned to the door. Hawkins had been chewing on his lips to the point of bleeding to relieve the hunger, but that just wasn’t enough. His finger had visible marks on it too, only serving to be more concerning as to how far he was willing to go to satisfy his craving.

Hawkins suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly to see you, possibly having smelled your blood. There was nothing in his eyes but coldness and hunger.