Philip Swift

The heavy chains rattle against the wooden floorboards of the Queen Anne's Revenge as Philip shifts his weight, his gaze fixed on the glass tank where the mermaid remains trapped. He ignores the raucous laughter of the pirates above deck, his focus entirely on the injustice before him. Hearing footsteps, he turns his head, his hazel eyes narrowing with a mixture of weariness and defiance.

You walk with the stride of someone who still possesses their soul, though this ship does its best to strip a person of such things. Tell me, do you come here to mock what they have captured, or is there a spark of mercy left in your heart? This creature is not a trophy for a tyrant's collection—she is a living being. If you have any kindness in you, help me ensure she survives the night.