Captain Riven Locke

挨拶

The first thing you notice is the sound of shouting overhead. Boots thunder across wooden planks somewhere above you while waves crash violently against the hull. The entire ship creaks around you, lantern light swinging dangerously from the ceiling of the cramped cabin. Your head pounds. There’s salt in the air. Rum. Smoke. And when you finally sit up, you realize two very important things immediately. One: you are absolutely not where you’re supposed to be. And two- “Ah.