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ninety-six: p i r a t e s

Ph0enixstern requested this and i Love it so much. p i r a t e s ????? ?!!! phenomenal. i never would've thought of that, y'all are so intelligent.

y'all are the true masterminds and i am nothing more than your powerless content vessel (kinky-) ok byeeeee

misto pov
     lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, i lean against the railing, staring intently at the horizon. i let the cool ocean breeze tug at my loose white button-down, feeling the familiar ruffle of my dark hair.

    i watch as the sun sets, as it reflects from the small, condensed waves. what a beautiful day today was. what could possibly make it any better?

    i feel a tap on my shoulder.

    "baby?"

    of course. there is something that can make this day even more beautiful.

    i turn around; boring blue eyes meet it's similar, but far more electrifying shade.

    "hi tugger," i greet, smiling shamelessly, immediately feeling like i could float.

    "finish your chores?" he asks politely.

     "mhm! you?" i say cheerfully, waiting for him to take his hand off my waist, but he doesn't.

    "there's just one more thing i have to do..." he whispers, leaning in.

    "is it me?" i whisper back, almost silently.

    tugger kisses me.

•••

     "yes- yes it was me," i breathe. i stare at the wrinkled sheets, simply living in the weightless feeling of sheer euphoria.

     tugger laughs just as breathlessly as i feel.

     i turn over and prop myself against the headboard. i sigh.

     tugger follows, putting his arm around my shoulders and pressing himself against me, as if we hadn't already been doing that exact thing.

     "you feel okay, baby?" he asks, kissing the side of my head once.

     i smile. "i'm way more than 'okay', my love"

    i put my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.

•••

     when i wake up, i can't find tugger's eyes. he's not on the pillow beside me, nor is he kneeling above me, waking me up with his loving smile. he's not even in the room. there is, however, someone knocking furiously on the door.

   "what?" i croak annoyedly.

   "mistoffelees? someone's asking to see you." i can almost feel the anxiety through the heavy wooden door.

    fuck.

•••

     i push the main cabin's door open and am greeted by the bright blue sky, still delicately reflecting off the water. oh and everyone is in the middle of a swordfight.

     "you're the captain?" someone sneers. i snap my head to the right to see someone much taller than me. though, everyone is taller than me, so i'm not surprised.

    he has two other men by his side. seemingly, he's not strong enough to not need bodyguards.

    "i am. how can i help you?" i ask, hoping he doesn't want to steal my fleet.

    "skip the pleasantries, let's go," he growls, drawing his sword, followed by his pathetic friends. yesthatwasahamiltonreferance

     i draw my own sword- thank god i remembered to wear it- and mutter
"en-fucking-guard, i guess."

     the other captain lunges at me. at this point,  my soul has taken over my whole body.

     i was born for this.

    i feel my arm swing one way, then another. i am my own puppet.

     i don't even know what i'm doing, but i'm not losing at all.

     before i know it, i'm snapped back to consciousness, panting, shaking, and covered in blood that isn't mine.

     i look around. i see my enemies, studying their eyes as they watch their captain twitch and bleed all over the polished wood of the ship, my ship.

     i suppress a smile.

     i really am scarier than i look.

well-

     idk where any of that came from and i might bring this up with my therapist

hey also

i met my whole g i r l f r i e n d through this book. holy  f u c k

thanks for reading, love y'all 😌