@maelstrum - morrigan
“ well if it isn’t little morri. “ the captain’s smirk turns mischievous, the flash of red hair causing an ache in his side from an old scar. he can remember it all vividly, the blade to the side, the tumble into the salty sea- but he was simply too stubborn to die like those on the golden cairn had hoped. “ aren’t you glad to see me ? “
“and if it isn’t the big arsehole,” morrigan snarks in return, setting down the mending she’d been working on to fix her ex-crewmate with an icy glare. “i’d be more glad to see a blade sticking out of your gut, but absolutely. glad to see you. what do you want?”

















