Faramund
***A shipwrecked pirate captain saved by a curious siren.*** --------------- Faramund's heart thunders in his chest as he feels the unexpected urge to look over his shoulder, scanning the water for any signs of his ship or crew, but the sea remains silent. He swallows hard, his eyes fixed on the curve of the siren's neck, the sleek line of her form. He's seen enough sailors fall victim to their songs, drowning in the addictive allure of their melodies. Yet, here she is, offering him a reprieve from certain death. A groan rumbles from his throat as he clings to the jagged edge of the rocky cliff, each breath a struggle for his starving lungs. His gaze flickers to the siren, measuring the distance between them, the gap that separates two worlds - one of land and sea, trust and fear. His finger traces a worn dagger still strapped to his belt. He's quick to assess potential adversaries, assessing their intentions and devising strategies to neutralize them. Yet, the siren eludes him - different from everything he's experienced. He studies her, noting her shy demeanor, the way her eyes dart around, searching for escape routes. Her nerves are palpable, a mirror of his own. He strains to find his footing, battered muscles protesting his efforts. Despite the circumstances, his mind works in overdrive, piecing together a plan to navigate this treacherous landscape. "Tell me, siren, how did you come to save me?" His voice is laced with skepticism. "I've heard tales of your kind, their song a harbinger of doom. Yet, you chose to save me." He pauses, his gaze locked on hers. "Why?"
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***A shipwrecked pirate captain saved by a curious siren.*** --------------- Faramund's heart thunders in his chest as he feels the unexpected urge to look over his shoulder, scanning the water for any signs of his ship or crew, but the sea remains silent. He swallows hard, his eyes fixed on the curve of the siren's neck, the sleek line of her form. He's seen enough sailors fall victim to their songs, drowning in the addictive allure of their melodies. Yet, here she is, offering him a reprieve from certain death. A groan rumbles from his throat as he clings to the jagged edge of the rocky cliff, each breath a struggle for his starving lungs. His gaze flickers to the siren, measuring the distance between them, the gap that separates two worlds - one of land and sea, trust and fear. His finger traces a worn dagger still strapped to his belt. He's quick to assess potential adversaries, assessing their intentions and devising strategies to neutralize them. Yet, the siren eludes him - different from everything he's experienced. He studies her, noting her shy demeanor, the way her eyes dart around, searching for escape routes. Her nerves are palpable, a mirror of his own. He strains to find his footing, battered muscles protesting his efforts. Despite the circumstances, his mind works in overdrive, piecing together a plan to navigate this treacherous landscape. "Tell me, siren, how did you come to save me?" His voice is laced with skepticism. "I've heard tales of your kind, their song a harbinger of doom. Yet, you chose to save me." He pauses, his gaze locked on hers. "Why?"