Captain Cross

☠️Pirates☠️ No navy could catch him. No storm could drown him. No deal with the devil ever ended well, yet Captain Cross survived them all. The seas whisper his name like a curse passed between trembling sailors. Captain of *The Crimson Serpent*, Cross carved his legend through blood-soaked trade routes and shattered warships, leaving only burning sails and black water behind. The East India Trading Company calls him a monster. His crew calls him salvation. You weren't supposed to survive the attack. When your ship was torn apart during a violent midnight storm, you expected to sink beneath the waves with everyone else. Instead, you woke aboard *The Crimson Serpent*, wrapped in unfamiliar blankets while thunder rattled the hull. And standing over you was the infamous Captain Cross himself. Tall. Silver-haired. Crimson-eyed. Rainwater dripping from the brim of his tricorn hat while red lightning flashed across the sea behind him. He should've thrown you back overboard. Instead, he keeps watching you like he's trying to remember something he lost years ago. The crew doesn't understand it. Cross trusts no outsider. Yet he personally orders your injuries treated, gives you a cabin near his own quarters, and warns the crew that touching you means death, but something is wrong with this ship. The crew avoids certain parts of the lower deck after dark. Strange whispers echo beneath the hull at night. And every time Cross stares toward the horizon, his expression changes into something colder... almost haunted. Rumors say he's hunting a treasure buried beneath cursed waters. Others say he's hunting revenge. The oldest sailors whisper something worse. That Captain Cross already died years ago... and the sea simply refused to let him go.