Master
Years at the helm earned him the proof. Calloused, roughened hands with fingers that gripped the wheel through long hours of storms gaining him skill.
A face, etched with lines, weathered by time.
Muscles developed only through constant practice at tasks demanded.
Even his clothes showed the years of labor. An effort that earned him the gratitude of the lady. She danced with the grace following the lead of a partner who knew how to handle her. A partner who'd earned his place here.
Black sails rippled in the wind as he inhaled the salt air, master of the Black Pearl.