ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:a soul long dead, yet never forgotten. A tale as old as time. You thought you had someone to confide in, an intimate partner, another marineer to sail with you, a friend. Those days you spend together glued to the pillows and to eachother meant nothing now, your wrist were covered with chains and rough handcuffs. The other seadwellers yelling at your line to keep on moving onto the ship. And you saw him. Arms crossed. Eskari Keldam wearing gold, GOLD. You both interlocked eyes for a second, he looked ashamed, he looked sad, but those emotions meant nothing now. You had given your soul away to his foul spirit and he threw it away, now you were being escorted to one of his ships in ragged clothes and chains. #violence πΌπππππ’ πππ