A twing of guilt stabbed at Estaban. He glanced at the almost gone smoke, to lucky, then Raphael. "Are ya' good with wounds?" He asked. Regreting the words before they even left his mouth. He figured the crew wouldn't be happy, but what would they do against the captain?
"I was trainin' t' be a nurse, way back." Lucky said, still watching the smoke for the first person to come through. "Why d'ya ask?" She glanced over at him, an eyebrow raised.
"No time. Hop in." Estaban narrowed his eyes. Not even waiting for her to get in before he was pushing off the dock. If they wanted to be out of range before the smoke fully cleared, they'd have to leave now.
Lucky was admittedly confused as hell, but found herself acting on the very basic instinct of doing what would get her away quickest. Incredibly grateful she had stolen a pair of men's trousers, she jumped the small distance and landed, note gracefully, but with good balance, in the boat. And just in time, too, because the smoke had cleared and the soldiers had gotten their wits about them.
((I don't know why, but that's one of the best paragraphs I've ever typed.))
(Well it is a good paragraph. So good. Be proud.)
Estaban started rowing as fast as he could. The water working against his vigarse efforts. "By the way," he shouted over gun shots, "the names Estaban." He, even though it seemed impossible, rowed faster. His survivle instincts licking in.
"Lucky." She responded, kneeling in the boat and narrowly avoiding a bullet to the head. The soldiers weren't too happy, that much was obvious. "You need any help with that?" Lucky asked, motioning to the oars.
"What kinda man would I be if I let ya'd row?" Estaban somehow found away to joke, even in this kind of situation. A chunk of wood flew every where ad the side of the boat was stuck. "Awful shots ain't they?"
"They're horrible. I could shoot better when I was five, for God's sake." Lucky agreed, watching as the shots got wider the farther they got from the dock. "And you really oughta stop worryin' 'bout my gender, honestly. I haven't been a lady in years."
"Haven't been a lady or haven't been treated like one?" Estaban shot her a grin and slowed down once they where out of range. Raphael groaned, his breaths becoming more and more rushed then before. "Will ya' be able ta' help him?" Estaban gave Lucky a worried look.
"Should be, yeah." Lucky nodded, ignoring his first question. The answer wasn't that simple anyway, more like a mix of both. She shook off her thoughts, digging around in her pouch. She had a secret pocket, specifically for being strip searched, and luckily kept a needle in there. "You want me t' help now, or…?" She asked, looking up at him. If he'd rather they get somewhere safer, more comfortable, the injured man would make it.
"Yer' the doc' here. Its yer' call." Estaban looked back to see how far off the ship was. A good distance, good enough that'd he'd be rowing for quiet sometime. "If Raphael dies," he started, venom leaking in, "we will though you over board."
Lucky narrowed her eyes at him, leaning forward. "You've got my word here, the only thing he'd be dying of is an infection I can't control." With that, she pulled out the needle, a spool of thread accompanying it. It wasn't quite proper medical supplies, but it would have to do for now.
Estaban nodded his head and focused on his rowing. He'd gotten a pretty good pace going, but his arms began to ache. How long had it been since he'd rowed a boat? Gosh it seemed like forever ago. "So," Estaban started, an attempt at small talk, "ya' said somethin' bout' wanting ta be a nurse? That why they'd called ya'd a witch?"
"Back home, before the fire." Lucky said, setting to cleaning up some of the blood with a handkerchief. "My ma was a nurse, and o' course, I wanted t' be like her. Admired the hell out of the woman. She was ecstatic about it, too." Once she had gotten as much blood as she could, she slipped her belt off and handed it to the pirate to bit down on if needed, then started stitching up his wound. "Not why I got called a witch, though."
Estaban watched her carfuly as he continued rowing. Questions starting to form in his head. Though he didn't want to get off topic. There'd be plenty of time for other questions later. "Then what made em' fear ya' so much? Ta' call ya'd a witch that is?" He figured they had more then one reason to fear her. Heck, Estaban was sure he'd have feared her too if he wasn't a pirate.
"Not too sure." Lucky said, after a quiet pause to think. She never once looked up from her task, or stopped. "Maybe a few reasons. Although, I'm guessin' my last conquest didn't go as unnoticed as I'd hoped." She said, huffing a quiet laugh.
"Conquest?" Estaban raised an eye brow as Raphael whimmpered.
Raphael was greatful for the belt in his mouth. If not for it, he'd surely have bitten off his tounge by now. Or at least tried to. He'd be used to getting wounded, but he'd never needed such work done on him before because of one.
"Hey." Lucky said, voice softening. "Almost done, alright? I'm goin' as quick as I can." She took a moment before replying to Estaban. "They've got a high military official staying here-there? I wanted something of mine back, so I got it back."
Estaban watched the two. Worry write all over his face. He was a pirate, he wasn't supposed to care about anyone. But he did. He cared about his friend. "Thank you." He said, paying no heed to what she'd previously said.
"It's nothin'. What kinda asshole would I be if I didn't help?" Lucky said, cracking a smile as she tied off the string. She grabbed her handkerchief, using it to dab gently at the fresh blood. Her hands were incredibly steady, considering the blood, and what she was doing.
A smile tugged at Estaban's lips. He was glad she'd helped. He didn't know what he'd have done if she hasn't.
Meanwhile Raphael was greatdul that the small stabs had stopped. Becoming nothing but a fiery pain in his side. He breathed a sigh of relief. Wishing he could voice his own thanks.
Lucky dug around one of her pouches a bit after wiping off her hands best she could, and pulled out a small cloth bag. She took a few dried leaves from it, and held them out to the pirate. "I can't really make tea out of it right now, but try these. They should help with the pain."
(I have an ideaaa! Okay so Idk if you wanted this to be a romance or just and adventure. But if you want, you can either have Lucky fall in love with Estaban or Raphael. Idk. I just thought that might make things interesting lol. Also sorry this is gonna be kimda short.)
"What is that?" Estaban stopped rowing, and quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her. Its not like he didn't trust her, well at least not completely.
((I absolutely adore romances. Hmmm, which would you rather?))
"Wintergreen leaves." Lucky said, stilling as he grabbed her wrist. "I'd appreciate if you'd let go of me. Want me t' eat one, to prove they ain't…whatever you think they are?"