Cook of the Obsidian
Age: 26
Sailing Satisfaction: 7/10
The Obsidian’s Opinion of Me: She loves me. Bless her twisted, creaky heart.
Age: 26
Sailing Satisfaction: 7/10
The Obsidian’s Opinion of Me: She loves me. Bless her twisted, creaky heart.
Curse: Unlucky in Love
🍰 My Story
Yes, I was also accused of cheating at dance contests. No, I didn’t rig a thing. I just danced better, smiled brighter, and maybe brought the judges some very fresh cinnamon scones.
That’s called hospitality, not cheating.
I’m Dollie Klark, your friendly ship’s cook, and if the sea doesn’t kill you, my soup might just save your soul. I’ve been sailing with the Obsidian for two years, which is either a miracle… or the beginning of a very long love letter to regret.
Because, see—my curse? It’s love. Or rather, the absence of it.
Everyone I fall for disappears. Vanishes like smoke. The kind of gone that doesn't leave footprints.
And wouldn't you know it? The Obsidian is the only clue I’ve got.
When I joined her crew, I hoped I’d find them again. The one who vanished.
But they weren’t here. Still aren’t.
…Not yet, anyway.
Everyone I fall for disappears. Vanishes like smoke. The kind of gone that doesn't leave footprints.
And wouldn't you know it? The Obsidian is the only clue I’ve got.
When I joined her crew, I hoped I’d find them again. The one who vanished.
But they weren’t here. Still aren’t.
…Not yet, anyway.
But the ship—she’s warm to me. Gentle. Loving, even. I can feel it in the way the kitchen stays dry when everything else floods.
She knows I’m hurting. She just won’t say why.
She knows I’m hurting. She just won’t say why.
Still—I wake up early. I plan every meal. I keep smiles on faces and bellies full. I feel everything, lead with my heart, and stir with purpose. Methodical, that’s me. But I can be a little playful, too. Ask the crew who got surprise cupcakes on Kraken Day. (You're welcome.)
I like it here. I really do.
Even if the sea keeps secrets.
Even if love always leaves.
Even if the sea keeps secrets.
Even if love always leaves.
âš“ Quick Facts
Temperament: Methodical
Mood: Excited, but Irritated (usually with flour on her nose)
Attitude: Warm and Cooperative
Decision Style: Emotion-driven, heart-first
Time of Power: Morning
Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, light blue dress, crisp white apron, always smells faintly of cinnamon
“I always figured love would be loud.
Fireworks. Dancing in the street. Somebody grabbing your hand in the rain.
But the older I get, the more I think love is... quiet.
A mug left warm for you. The last slice of pie, untouched. Someone knowing when not to speak.
A mug left warm for you. The last slice of pie, untouched. Someone knowing when not to speak.
I’ve felt that.
Just enough to miss it.
Just enough to miss it.
Every time it gets close, though... it’s gone.
Like they blink out of the world the moment I let my guard down.
Like they blink out of the world the moment I let my guard down.
Some joined this crew.
Some didn’t.
Some didn’t.
One in particular… I thought I’d find them here.
I was so sure. The Obsidian was the only clue I had left.
But… she wasn’t waiting.
I was so sure. The Obsidian was the only clue I had left.
But… she wasn’t waiting.
Still… the ship hums a little softer when I’m in the galley.
My aprons stay folded, even when the wind’s howling.
And when I cry into the soup?
She doesn’t say a word.
My aprons stay folded, even when the wind’s howling.
And when I cry into the soup?
She doesn’t say a word.
Maybe that’s love, too.
Quiet.
And holding space for what’s been lost.”
And holding space for what’s been lost.”
-Dollie