Captain Phillip Dacre
A Quiet Harbor for Weathered Hearts
Salt in my veins, but love in my hands.
The sea was once my only wife, and duty my only master. Peace gave me back to England, but it was Eli who gave me back to myself. Grief still walks beside me, but it no longer leads. I mend fences, hold hands, and learn the quiet joy of a fire that isn’t meant to warm a crew.
What I'm Into: steady hands, country dawns, mending things, shared silence, rain on ivy
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