Finnic felt the salty breeze of the ocean bellow through his black hair. A feeling he knew like the back of his hand. He sea green eyes darted over the pale blue sky, barely a fluffy cloud in the sky. A perfect day for sailing. The sun beat down on his face while the wind kept it in check. But it wasn’t the beautiful scene in front of him. No, it was the wealthy kid in front of him and his crew, tied up to the mast.

I believe there’s not enough pirate OCs.

So here you go :]