“Cursed Ambition” - PirateLock Short Fic
“A breath stirred in the Captain’s nose as he propped up his elbows on the cluttered desk and steepled his hands before his tightened lips. Coins clattered, instruments ground against the heavy oak top, and old parchment rustled as he nudged them out of the way with his elbows and assumed a thoughtful position. His nest of curly, raven-colored hair was swallowed by the darkness of the panorama of windows that stretched out behind him. The edges of the dark ringlets were kissed by the moon’s aura as the heavenly body tucked away into the corner of one of the window panels; subdued by the frosted glass as it rolled like a chalky marble in its bed of murky clouds.”
