Estaban flashed a grin. Though his eyes screamed worry, he'd continue putting on a show of being strong.
The waves kept slapping Estaban against the ship. Making him think he was gonna get knocked out, or ripped from the rope. "Where are ya?" He asked silently. The waves almost drowning out his question. At the sight of something he dove. Throwing himself at it and hoping, praying, it was the crew member. He flialed around wildly for a few moments before grabbing hold of the man. "Pulls us up!" Estaban shouted, hopping the storm didn't drown out his screams.
"He's got 'im!" Lucky shouted, waving hurriedly for the men holding the rope to pull. "Heave, for god's sake!" She hurried over to help him over the side. The other man would need CPR, and Estaban might too, if he was down there too long.
Estaban breathed a sigh of relief once they started pulling them back up. Once high enough up someone grabbed the man, and Estaban was dragged the rest of the way. He flopped on the deck hacking out water, feeling like he'd just been chewed up and spit back out.
"Get the water outta his lungs, 'fore the sea takes 'im a new way." Lucky instructed the men who had dragged the man who had gone overboard up. She crouched next to Estaban, face contorted with worry and relief. "You're an idiot, y'know that?"
"Don't forget cocky." Estaban laughed between now dry hacks. He pushed himself to a sitting position and looked around. For the most part the storm seemed to have passed. Estaban was greatful is wasn't gonna be one of those week long storms they'd gotten so often lately. "Good eye, Lucky. That man'd be dead without ya."
"Yeah, and you coulda been dead thanks t' me." Lucky said, shaking her head. She looked up at the dark clouds that seemed to be lightening slowly. It'd been quite the eventful day so far, that was for sure.
"Didn't know ya cared so much." Estaban gave a joking grin and finally pushed to his feet. "The lad alive?" He asked as he walked out to the group surrounding the water logged man. A few nods indicated that he was indeed alive. Estaban smiled.
Lucky stood, following Estaban. She stopped at his shoulder, maybe a bit closer than she'd meant to as she looked over the man they'd almost lost. She kept quiet, having no clue what to say, even.
"Ya alright, lucky?" Estaban took a notice of how close she was. He assumed she was shaken from the sudden chaos, no matter how shot it'd been.
"Hm?" Lucky looked up, blinking at him. "Yeah, 'm fine. I should really be asking you that, though." She raised an eyebrow inquisitively, obviously not getting why he'd asked.
Estaban quorked an eyebrow defensively. "Are ya shaken?" He was still trying to figure out why she was so close. Especially after he'd gotten elbowd in the ribs earlier that day for being the one who got to close.
Lucky furrowed her brows in confusion, tilting her head. "Not exactly? Bit worried, sure. But tha's t' be expected." She shoved her hands in her pockets, studying him as though he was some sort of puzzle.
"Uh-huh." Estaban looked for another way to ask. Though He thought maybe she didn't want to seem weak and just needed some sort of comfort. He awkwardly put an arm around her, still not entirely sure.
Estaban's arm around her only served to confuse Lucky even more. "Did you hit your head or somethin' while bein' tossed around?" She asked, reaching up to gently tap the side of his head, looking concerned.
Estaban's eyes widened at his own stupidity. He quickly retracted his arm and pushed her hands away. "No. Maybe? Don't know." He shook his head feeling stupid.
((Poor baby))
"Then why-" Lucky paused, tilting her head as she thought. "You're worried about me?" She asked, eyes widening a fraction in realization.
(Lol)
"Uh yeah." Estaban looked around hopping for some kinda help from his crew. No one was paying any attention to the two. "Not used ta others worrn' 'bout ya?"
"Not…not really, no." Lucky shrugged a shoulder, looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry for assumin' ya had brain damage or somethin'."
"Ah, its alright. Ya just stood kinda close nd' I thought somethin' might of been wrong." Estaban chuckled lightly, and let his gaze fall back to the guy that had been thrown over board by the waves earlier.
Lucky looked down, and took a step back. "Er-sorry." She followed his gaze, and a faint smile played on her lips as she watched the man. "What ya did was stupid, but pretty brave."
"I was scared outta my mind." Estaban admitted quietly. He didn't want the rest of the crew to hear. Having a weakness would only give them something on him. "Besides, someone had ta do it."
"Of course you were." Lucky looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow. "The fact tha' ya still did makes it brave." She shook her head, her smile becoming a bit more concrete. "And I woulda, if you hadn't."
Estaban's eyes widened and he turned back to her. "What? Why?" On his face was one of the most confused, most worried looks ever. "That would have been stupid and reckless, Lucky."
"Says the man who did it." Lucky snorted, pulling her hands from her pockets to cross her arms over her chest, for no real reason. The worry on his face startled her a bit, showing in slight confusion on her face.
"Yeah well I'm used to crazy stuff like that." Estaban huffed out a small breath of anger. He didn't know why he was so angry. "Besides that its my crew so ya Don't have to worry 'bout jumin' over to save 'em."
