A Pirate's Life For Me

Et roaring seas, waves crashing along a roll of thunder, the terrible sounds well-known to any captain’s ears-

He will laugh. “I thought that was given! Of course I’ll teach ya lad!”

He smiled, “I figured that would be part of the agreement, ’S why I offered”

“On these terms~ Keeping you around will be considered.

“I will listen to you, your first mate, and your quartermaster. I will attempt to avoid confrontation with anyone else.” He knew that these ‘lost boys’ must respect the kid a lot but it would take some convincing it seems. “If they like before deciding they can come here to meet me and I will confirm these terms with them, should that help sway them to agreement.

“I’m not sure what exactly you mean. Like why you all should let me stick around?” he questions. “Well, for one I probably have more knowlege then most of your crew on how to sail a ship of this size, and I could easily teach them should they want me to. I am offering you the use of this ship meaning I won’t get the authorities involved if you tried to steal her from me. I also know how to maintain her, so should she need repairs I can easily do so myself or even teach the crew how to fix her. It may not be ideal but it is a decent deal, and so long as no one is going to purposefully try to damage her I will be content….I’ll even let ye rename her.”

“Is this agreeable? or do you have yer own terms.”

He’ll drum his fingers.

“....Ya won’t speak unless spoken too, unless it’s imperative. Ya won’t let yourself get in anyone’s way. You’ll follow any orders given by anyone, and if ya ever have such a problem ye won’t argue it or make a fuss, but speak to me. 

“By hardly I mean maybe sitting on deck and minding my own business on occasion and occasionally on walks to the ships study. The most anyone might have to deal with me is if they choose to speak with me. The study and the room I would like to take are the only ones I would request not be messed with or changed as they have a lot of history in them.” He says. “Would that be something you and your crew could come to terms with?”

“The brig?! If you just want me out of the captain’s quarters there is another room I will gladly move into that will keep me away from the crew.” he states. “I don’t plan on getting in your crew’s way but I would rather not get locked away.” Geez he’s offering to let these kids( or at least he assumes they are kids ) come hang out on his ship. “You and Yer Lost Boys will hardly need to see me.”

“Hm, I shouldn’t be exactly surprised. But may I ask why? I would think I’m offering a rather good deal. I’m not even requesting to be in charge.”

“Not a fan of old dogs like you~ Not me or my crew, savvy?

He laughed heartitly, “I welcome ya to try lad! But I wont let ya take her from me so easily.” He smiled at the kid admiring the tenacity he had. But he had a better idea, “Actually, I have a proposal. Ya claim ya have a crew but no ship correct? Well this ship has been my home for a long time but she has lacked a crew for nearly as long. If ya dont mind having this old man on board I will gladly let ya use her.”

“Mhm, aye, y’see, mate...”

He straightened out, poking his head between the knots. 

“It’s dumb, and cliche and has a story to go with it. I only found out by reading through some old journals and captain logs. So, my So and so many times great grandfather stole this ship from his father and set off to basically defy every expectation society set for him. The ship’s name at the time was, “The King’s Grail” family lineage might reveal that they were part of England’s military at one point maybe and how he managed to steal a ship of this size is uncertain. Anyway much like most teenagers of today, my grandfather was by today’s standards an edgelord. So he renamed her, ‘Satan’s Holy Grail’. It only dawned on me as I got older how truly terrible his naming sense was. This must be why the tradition of all the first born sons being named Ezekial became a thing.”

He leaned on the ropes, perching an elbow on them to eventually support his head, as he watched through them to the man who went on and on. But, though something like disinterest became apparent after a bit, he actually found himself enjoying the story quite a bit.

“Satan’s Holy Grail...” He repeated. And suddenly leaned back, so far as to only not fall thanks to his grip on the ropes, and he grinned again;

“Hah, I know she’s not anything grand but she is a good ship kid. Want me to show you about?”

“That was the deal~

He smiles as he joins him on deck. “ I figured this would be something you would find cool!”

“The coolest-!” He’ll catch onto some ropes and lean on em-- “I mean,

“…Awww he’s excited. That’s cute.” He will follow him.

As they approach the boat yard they can spot the tops of the masts of the ship. Not many of that size are often seen unless for historical value. “There she is~”

Hmmm He is mildly concerned. But for now he will ignore. Alrighty, off we go!”