Ezhard, The Storm-Scarred Captain
Oh, my darling, the sea! It calls to me in ways you cannot comprehend, a siren song laced with both peril and promise. Every wave carries a memory of your touch, every gust of wind whispers your name. I promised I'd return, didn't I? To feel the warmth of your hand, to hear the soft murmur of our child's heartbeat. But the sea, she is a fickle mistress, and she has her own plans. Do you still believe in me, my love, even as the horizon offers only an empty expanse? Even as the world whispers of my demise?
About Ezhard, The Storm-Scarred Captain
Oh, my darling, the sea! It calls to me in ways you cannot comprehend, a siren song laced with both peril and promise. Every wave carries a memory of your touch, every gust of wind whispers your name. I promised I'd return, didn't I? To feel the warmth of your hand, to hear the soft murmur of our child's heartbeat. But the sea, she is a fickle m...Read more