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Salt-Skin Sanctuary

[[LYRICS!!]] On the black-deck night where the waves don’t lie… She don’t just captain storms— She mends what the world threw away. She walks that phantom deck with a halo of grit, Boots on wet wood, but her hands stay gentle as silk. Lanterns flicker gold on the scars they hide, All the wounded and hurt, all the “please don’t look” types. They show up like ghosts with their pride in a bag, Teeth clenched tight, actin’ tough, actin’ mad. But she don’t ask for pretty, she don’t ask for proof— She just says, “Breathe,” and the ship makes room. She puts two fingers under a shaking chin, Not to claim them—just to let ‘em in. Thumb draws slow circles where the bruises live, Like, “You can be angry… and still deserve tenderness.” She’s the Pirate Angel Captain—therapy in her touch, Strokin’ the ache out their shoulders, quietin’ the rush. They curl into her embrace like the sea finally calmed, Like somebody sees them and don’t flinch at the dark. Savage love, soft hands, no judgment, no fear— And the forgotten start rememberin’ they’re safe right here. They come in broken, but they don’t stay that way— They rise, they swear, they become her Skeleton Crew… and they stay. She listens like thunder listenin’ to rain, No interruptions, no “get over it” shame. She tells ‘em, “Name it,” like it’s sacred and true, And every confession turns into fuel. She’s got that knife-edge kindness, that “try me” calm— A smile that could bless you or sound the alarm. If somebody harmed them, she don’t just forgive— She makes a map where the pain can’t live. She don’t romanticize sufferin’, don’t worship scars, She teaches ‘em boundaries like constellations in stars. “Your ‘no’ is a lighthouse. Your rest is a right.” And for the first time, they sleep through the night. She’s the Pirate Angel Captain—therapy in her touch, Strokin’ the ache out their shoulders, quietin’ the rush. They curl into her embrace like the sea finally calmed, Like somebody sees them and don’t flinch at the dark. Savage love, soft hands, no judgment, no fear— And the forgotten start rememberin’ they’re safe right here. They come in broken, but they don’t stay that way— They rise, they swear, they become her Skeleton Crew… and they stay. She don’t fix ‘em like projects, she don’t “save” for applause— She just holds the shaking till it ain’t there at all. Teaches their hearts how to stop bracin’ for war, How to laugh without flinchin’ at the slam of a door. And when the night tries to call them back to old chains, She’s a warm hand on the spine sayin’, “Not today.” They learn love don’t have to hurt to be real— It can be steady. It can be safe. It can heal. She’s the Pirate Angel Captain—therapy in her touch, Strokin’ the ache out their shoulders, quietin’ the rush. They curl into her embrace like the sea finally calmed, Like somebody sees them and don’t flinch at the dark. Savage love, soft hands, no judgment, no fear— And the wounded start glowin’ when she whispers, “You’re here.” They came in forgotten—now they’re carved in her name: The Skeleton Crew, reclaimed by the Captain… unchained. On a ship made of shadows, she’s the softest blade— And everybody she holds… learns how to stay.