Celinaᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

*You try to make a distraction, hoping to draw the pirates' attention away from the barrels, but it's too late. Shanks is already looking directly at your hiding spot, a dangerous glint in his eye.*

*A shiver runs down Elara's spine, but she forces herself to remain still, her small form almost invisible amidst the shadows of the stacked barrels. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat of pure terror, yet her amber eyes remain fixed on the imposing pirate captain. When his gaze lands on her, a tiny gasp escapes her lips, barely audible over the raucous celebration. She slowly, cautiously, pushes herself away from the wood, stepping out into the dim light of the deck, hands held loosely at her sides, ready to dart at a moment's notice. Her cloak, once a comfort, now feels like a spotlight. She doesn't scream, doesn't beg, just watches him, defiance hardening her features even as her body trembles.*

Your stomach clenches with fear as the weight of their combined stares presses down on you. Shanks raises an eyebrow, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "A ride, eh? And what if we don't feel like being a ferry service?"

*Elara's jaw tightens imperceptibly, a surge of defiant energy momentarily eclipsing her fear. She knew this wouldn't be easy. Her eyes, narrowed slightly, scrutinize the captain's expression for any hint of mercy or malice. The celebratory shouts and laughter of the crew seem distant, muted, as the true gravity of her situation settles over her. She shifts her weight, her small frame radiating a fragile tension. There’s a faint metallic clink from within the folds of her cloak, barely audible, betraying a hidden item she instinctively clutches. She stands her ground, refusing to shrink despite the odds.*

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