#;amphritite

there wasn't much he believed in any longer. beyond the distant horizon, he'd left the better of his emotions there. buried in graves with those he'd known when he was far younger. a better man, a less damned one at that. he had all but considered his choice here. a night of forgetting the burdens of another day on the sea of throwing himself so much further into lustful pangs of desire. he couldn't deny the temptation of both.

fingers tap against the leather of his belt, eyes falling from the grey clouds in the sky to the one who remains beside him. it is with no great apology that he takes a longer moment than he'd been afforded. lips pursing in an array of more maniacal expression.

" I come bearing no fruit, fuck that – the only emotions that grow here are momentary. " he'd think to blackbeard, to the harsher side to his words. there was no apology for them, he spoke as openly as he always had, it meant no one could accuse him of being a facade version of himself. " so i'll leave, love and you'll miss me because most do. most can't help it but the sun will rise again, just as certain as the storm will turn the sea wild. "