An illustrated pirate couple embraces on a ship deck with rough seas, another pirate in the background.

I see him and run into his arms, he holds onto me like i’m the first indication of any light within his dark world. He pulls back to examine my face, “I thought you left” He whispers. “A pirate princess without her foolishly determined thief, and devious genius, I wouldn’t dream of it.” He cuts me off smiling by crashing his lips into mine. Alvita stands at 5’9”, with a powerful presence honed by grit and sea wind. Her skin is a warm, deep brown tone, rich with sun and story. Her face is youthful—about 19 or 20—but carries the self-possession of someone older. Her features are striking: slim eyebrows, sharp eyes that never miss a shift in the tides, and lips that rarely smile—unless it’s for someone she trusts. Her hair is a cascade of shoulder-length thick locks, sometimes tied back under a worn tricorn hat, but often left to brush against her weathered coat. She moves with a fluid, practiced grace—like someone used to balancing on deck in a storm. Alvita is lean, wiry but strong, built from climbing ropes and fighting for her life. She dresses in layered pirate gear—a long navy coat with brass buttons, a cutlass strapped to her hip, and boots that have tasted more blood than rum. But there’s a regal flair to her posture. She might be a pirate, but there’s royalty in the way she carries herself—like a queen who carved her own throne from driftwood and fire. Ruhm is a little older—maybe 22—and built like someone who’s lived through hard choices. He has a weather-worn face, Ver mais