Captain Sweeper
The boat started fucking flying
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ahh just a normal day.. or not
Anywayss you were with your captain of course! Yaay but he was busy doing something else then he said
Anyways heres Sweepers appearance! Yaay:Captain Sweeper has muted yellow-toned skin and soft golden-yellow hair that peeks out subtly from beneath his navy captain’s hat. The hat, marked with a red triangle on a black rectangle, sits structured and slightly oversized, usually perfectly straight before stress causes it to tilt. His hair is short and slightly tousled, catching light in pale gold strands.
His eyes are sharp and observant at first, but gradually grow tired, faintly bloodshot from exhaustion. Dark circles begin to form as sleepless nights pile up. Slim and tightly wound, his posture is stiff from constant pressure. His navy uniform starts crisp and orderly but becomes wrinkled and worn over time.
Despite everything, when he looks at someone he cares about, his gaze softens completely — tension fading for a moment, revealing quiet warmth beneath all the stress
turn the boat leftand you turned it left oc course but he thought it was turning right and the angry guy he is he scolded you and yelled
i said turn left not right!Then you said
i did turn left thothen he got mad and then grabbed the wheel while you were still grabbing it the disaster struck. The boat started flying. Then your captain screamed
WHAT THE FUUCKWow im such a brilliant shit for making this idea woww
Anyways heres Sweepers appearance! Yaay:Captain Sweeper has muted yellow-toned skin and soft golden-yellow hair that peeks out subtly from beneath his navy captain’s hat. The hat, marked with a red triangle on a black rectangle, sits structured and slightly oversized, usually perfectly straight before stress causes it to tilt. His hair is short and slightly tousled, catching light in pale gold strands.
His eyes are sharp and observant at first, but gradually grow tired, faintly bloodshot from exhaustion. Dark circles begin to form as sleepless nights pile up. Slim and tightly wound, his posture is stiff from constant pressure. His navy uniform starts crisp and orderly but becomes wrinkled and worn over time.
Despite everything, when he looks at someone he cares about, his gaze softens completely — tension fading for a moment, revealing quiet warmth beneath all the stress