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Started July 13, 2023 by @knightinadream group

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Ruin morale…Honestly, Teo had no clue where that excuse came from. His mind truly was a wonder beyond his knowledge. The rest of the crew probably wouldn't care what happens to this prisoner. A part of him did though. He was sure that captains were not supposed to care about any prisoner. Viper even told him once that being a captain meant you mostly cared for yourself because the captain was the most important part of the crew. If he could speak frankly, he always thought that was bullshit. Teo couldn't help but care for others. If that was what made him weak or a terrible captain, then so be it.

Once he made sure the prisoner's arm was secured around him, he gradually stood up. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't have to be on your groundhands for long." It was the only promise he could make at the moment aside from not tricking this man or anything of that nature. Teo began to walk them towards the wobbly flip-shutter. The ship slightly swayed from side to side yet he didn't let that affect them.

The walk from the cell to his quarters was not that far. He tried his best to weave through the work of the crew without bumping him or the Englishman into anyone/anything. Some of the crewmates said their hellos while he passed by.

It got less chaotic when they reached the captain's quarters. With his right hand, he opened the wobbly flip-shutter. His bed was on the left side while his desk stood in the middle near the right side. Teo gently sat the prisoner down on his bed. "See? That wasn't so bad," He sighed, "You rest there. I'll tell the captain, he won't care."

Robert tried to keep his mind off of the pain by focusing on the swaying of the ship. Though, that only seemed to make him more unbalanced. As they walked, he had to lean on the other man’s support. Why, if he had been told yesterday that this is what would happen to him, he would’ve scarcely believed it.
Being out of the cell was quite the relief, though. If it weren’t the fact that he was in such aching pain, he may have even been jazzed. However, in order to manage the pain somewhat, he kept his head down, sometimes closing his peepers.
Robert sighed gratefully as they entered the captain’s quarters. He sat down and held his head in his hands. “Thank you, truly,” he found himself saying.

"Hm?" Teo stared down at the man or the top of his head at least. Thank you? Truly? His mind scrambled for the perfect response. Half the time he just mumbles yet that seemed not fitting for the current moment. "Oh…of course, it's no problem." Perfect.

If he could be honest, he found this English man to be interesting. Tolerable yet interesting. Other hostages are up in arms, threatening and cursing at him. (Not that he doesn't blame them, of course.) They swear and shout at him relentlessly; at some point he thought that it was a past time for them when they're not drunk.

Then again, this one right in front of him is hurt which could explain the lack of cursing, shouting, and whatnot. Teo reached forward for the pillow behind the man and began to fluff it. " 'You want a drink?" He asked while setting the pillow back. "It might help with your uh," Teo waved his hand around, gesturing to his head, "You know?"

As he sat there, Robert felt his mind drift, overcome with the sound of buzzing. He barely noticed the pirate’s response, or his fluffing of the pillow.
Then he caught the word “drink,” and raised his head, blinking up at the other man. The buzzing sound hadn’t completely left him, but he was able to focus somewhat. “Oh, please sir,” he clasped his hands together as if in prayer. “I’ll take anything you offer.”
But then he dwelled on this for a moment. “Wait…” his hands fell from their praying position and he rubbed at his peepers. “Why… why would you give me a drink?” He chuckled softly, but then stopped. Doing so was painful. “You’re a pirate. No good pirate. Why would you give me anything?”

Even without the English man saying anything yet, he already turned around and started heading for the one drawer with the bottle of gin. It made a little dink sound as he sat it down.

"Ey?" Teo looked over his shoulder with one brow raised. Huh, that's a shame. He thought that this one was different. Guess all British men, soldiers and what not, were the same even if they were decent looking as this one sitting on his bed. In his quarters too… Perhaps he shouldn't have done this.

Slowly, he took the gin and turned around to sit on top of the desk. He rested the bottle on his left thigh. "Why should I?" Teo asked as he tilted his head down to the right, "You're a British soldier. No good Brits…" He looked out the little see-through wall for a second, enjoying the view of the sea. She's so bonita when the sun's shining down on her. Seeing the water glisten and shine was always one of his favorite things.

Teo reached down to the same drawer then pulled out a glass. "Thing is Englishman…" He began as he started to pour gin into the glass. "Out here, we're nothing but men. Doesn't matter if you're one thing and I'm the other. None of that matters. She doesn't care," He gestured to the sea as he stopped pouring and held the glass out to the man. "Go on, it's as good as any medicine."

Robert took a deep breath and bent down, holding his head in his hands. The pain was killing him, he was sure of it. He tried to look up, peeking at the pirate from between his fingers. He was easy to stare at for some reason.
He let out a huff. Whatever did he, being a British soldier, do? All he had been doing was help put pirates in their place. Surely, surely, there was nothing right with that. Watching the other man pour the glass, Robert tried to straighten and sit up, but soon the human containment unit seemed to spin.
“Is… is that so?” He breathed heavily. “Can’t argue with that…” And he didn’t want to, not when every part of him ached and there was a drink in front of him. He paused so that he could steady himself, then took the glass and cautiously sipped from it.
“Thank you, again,” he mumbled. “Maybe you’re a good pirate.”

"Well of course…" Teo looked around his quarters then shrugged his shoulders at the Englishman's comment. Well, neither of them are dead and his ship is still intact for better or for worse. A good pirate. Guess he could consider himself as one. Not that he needed the approval of some lone British soldier to validate himself. It was his crew he needed the approval of.

The crew was like Teo's family but also like his colleagues or fellow soldiers. When asking what to do with their new hostage, half of them said to sell him once they reached land while some suggested keeping him on board or just killing him.

"You're not bad yourself," He mused, "Maybe you are a good Englishman."

By the looks of the hostage, he kind of wanted to keep him onboard. Not for any particular reason aside from the fact that the crew is down a man or two. But he'll have to give himself sometime to consider this. He's only ever seen this man a few times.

Holding up the bottle, he gave it a little shake then asked, "Need some more?"

Robert held the glass with both hands as he stared at the pirate. Maybe they were all just men out here. Maybe he could let his guard down, at least a little. There was no point in fighting back anyway, certainly not in the state he was in. He took another sip of the gin.
He let out a sigh, waving the other man off. “No, no, I think I can feel the pain numbing already.” He found himself feeling lighter almost, like the weight on his shoulders wasn’t so heavy.
“A good Englishman…” he mumbled. “Hah. Rubbish. ‘M not even a good soldier, really. ‘Course I was the only hostage… just my luck.” He quickly gulped down the rest of his drink, then let out another sigh.
The pain seemed to fully go away now. He precariously held the glass with one hand, the other moving up to rub his face. He couldn’t even form a single thought, he was just so glad he wasn’t aching. He made a soft noise of relief, his eyelids drooping. His mind seemed to fill with white. His peepers then closed, and he hunched over, close to slipping away. He was losing his grip on the glass.

His peepers lingered on the man for a while. Not for his own enjoyment, but he watched as the Englishman's shoulders began to slump. His peepers widened. Teo hopped off the desk, reaching out for the glass. As he set it on the desk, he laughed to himself. This hostage looked more at peace now than when he was a minute ago. Guess a little drink goes a long way.

Teo removed the shoes from the man, setting them off to the side. Gently, he laid the man down on the bed. "Consiser yourself lucky," He chuckled, "This is better than where you were before."

After putting the bottle and glass away, he grabbed the one grimoire sitting on the far corner of his desk. He could go out on deck to oversee whatever was going on, but he wanted to keep an peeper on the Englishman. Not that Teo expected him to run away or anything. As he turned around to sit on the windows bench seat, he took another look at the man. The pirate was certain that the poor thing wouldn't move an inch.