Chance: [Busy giving orders to try to control the sails.]
Cale: [Waiting patiently.]
Chance: [Turns and bumps into Cale, tossing them both to the deck.] Oh man, I'm sorry! [Stands and helps Cale back to his feet.] You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!
Cale: I wasn't "sneaking", I was waiting for you to finish talking. [Brushes himself off.]
Chance: [Blinks in surprise.] You were waiting for me?
Cale: Yeah?
Chance: [Checking the ropes to certain sails.] What could I do for you?
Cale: Heard there was a storm. Came to see what I could help with.
Chance: [Thinks for a while whilst also admiring Cale.] Well, there is the cargo. We gotta make sure that that's tied down and secure.
Cale: I can handle that. [Wanders off to the cargo hold.]
Chance: [Puts someone in charge of the upper decks and follows Cale to the cargo hold.] Figured you could use some help.
Cale: [Shrugs. Had pulled off his mostly tattered shirt as he moved stuff around.] Not really. Everything seems to be good down here. I'm just moving these crates.
Chance: [Licks his lips and clears his throat. Lifts some of the smaller crates and stacks them on larger ones.] So, uh, are you another of Asshole's lost ones?
Cale: [Huffs.] I'm not lost, and I don't belong to anyone.
Chance: Ugh, he is so cute! [Scoffs and becomes disheartened as he notices the mark that William left on Cale.] I am so fucking screwed for having romantic feelings for this guy!
Cale: Earth to Chance. Are you there?
Chance: Hmm?
Cale: You're zoned out, staring at me. What? Is there a bug on me or something?
Chance: Oh! [Quickly flushes red, embarrassed.] Uh, um, no.
Cale: [Smirks, crossing his arms.] Then what are you staring at?
Chance: [Gulps and tries to distract himself by lifting a crate that's slightly too heavy for him to lift.] Fu- [Topples backwards and hits head.]
Cale: [Sighs.] What did you do that for? [Easily moves the crate and helps Chance up.]
Chance: [Pushes Cale back as he turns away and vomits.] Damn that demon…. The one thing that he failed to mention is that we occasionally get to relive our deaths.
Cale: [Concerned, tries to reach out to comfort Chance.] Woah, hey. I think you should go lay down.
Chance: [Waves him off. Props himself against a secure crate.] I'll be fine in a few seconds.
Cale: [Huffs.] Just go… I can handle the rest of this myself. [Goes back to double checking and securing items down.]
Chance: [Reluctantly leaves the cargo hold.] I am so, so screwed!
Cale: [Finishes up relatively quickly and goes to head back up. Almost takes his shirt but examines the torn beyond recognition garment and leaves it.]
William: [Up on deck where he's making sure the ship stays on course. Using telekinesis to help with this. Looks a little tired, but is managing.]
Cale: [Goes up to him.] Have you seen Chance?
Cale: He was helping me make sure the cargo hold was secure then started acting all weird.
William: [🤨] Define "weird."
Cale: First he stared at me for a really long time, then he made an ass of himself trying to lift a crate, fell under it and hit his head. I tried to help him up and he pushed me away.
William: [Looks at Cale and has his gaze linger on the other man's exposed torso.] Were you shirtless while he was down there?
Cale: Yeah. It was stuffy down there. Plus there wasn't really enough of it left to call it a shirt.
William: [Tsks and shakes his head.] The dumb fucker's attracted to you! C'mon, let's find you a proper shirt to wear. [Starts to go to his quarters.] You said that he hit his head?
Cale: Yeah, pretty hard. I tried to help him, but he wouldn't let me.
William: [Nods.] That sounds just about right; he died by cracking his skull trying to impress a potential love interest.
Cale: …He what?
William: [Gives Cale a tired look.] I told you before that my crew is composed of some souls that were meant to go to Hell; I got an arrangement with Satan, aka Davy Jones, that allows a select number of damned souls to serve on this vessel. I didn't know that part of the agreement was that they sometimes have to relive their deaths.
Cale: So… is he going to do that any time he's around me? [Disturbed.]
William: [Shrugs his shoulders as he looks for a shirt for Cale to have.] Probably not.
Cale: [Casually sits on Will's bed.] That'd suck if he did.