The Better Looking Twin

fatima rolled her eyes. one would think she would be used to the antics of the twins, but they routinely seemed to surprise her. she slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, offering her own body warmth in the cool night air.

“i won’t even bother to lecture you on the dangers of… eel fishing.” she shook her head, leading him back towards the ship. “you both are like playful puppies, still finding your paws beneath you as you trip everyone in sight.”

Kit reached over and placed his other hand on top of Fatima’s, the way a fancy gentleman would hold a fancier lady. The breeze was getting a bit cold against his wet body and, while he didn’t mind the wind in the least, Fatima’s presence gave him the best kind of comfort.

Saluting was an overall bad idea, not for Swain’s reaction, but for the fact that Kit’s private parts flopped in the crossing breeze. Swain didn’t look downward, but her face indicated that she thought of the possibility of her being flashed once more. There was a long pause between Kit’s words and whatever Swain was going to do next. The boy and his brother acted like lunatics, which were welcomed on the Holy Wench. They’ve been constant thorns in the sides of both Swain and Fatima both. Yet, over time, they both transformed from thorns…to something much more loved.

Which Swain displayed by putting her hand on her face. 

The action was meant to try to mute the laugh that erupted from her. 

“You’re going to lose much more than that if you keep sitting in that water. What if some fish decides to come take a nibble?” a genuine joke from the coldhearted captain, “I don’t believe Dr. Fatima would enjoy learning that you lost your manhood like that.”

Kit’s eyes widened in wonder at the suggestion. Could a fish really do that? It would certainly have interesting applications. His gaze wandered out to sea as he contemplated the idea, before turning back to focus on his Captain. “See, I hadn’t thought of that. I guess that’s why they made you Captain, huh?” He paused once more, then added, “Have you ever seen that happen? Seen a man lose his jewels to a fish, I mean. I bet people would finally be able to tell us Lockes apart if that had happened to me. All they’d have to do was yank down our trousers and that’d be that.”

Rosie had been collecting sea shells and sea glass to send back home. When she noticed something in the distance, hanging low in the shallows. As she drew nearer she could hear singing. Which of course intrigued her, the closer she got she realized it was a young boy in the water. Sadly she had not realized he was naked until she was practically in front on his. She let out a loud squeak, blushing scarlet. Not knowing to do Rosie hand flailed as she attempted to sign and apologize.

Florian wasn’t too fond of the beach, so he was far from pleased when he found himself walking along it to make his way back to the ship. He was just taking his shoes off and muttering about sand and ruined leather when he heard the singing.

His head snapped up to look for the source- there, in the faint light of the setting sun, was a young man. And he was…naked. Very naked.

Florian would have turned on his heel and walked away right then, had he not recognized the man’s face. He was one of the Holy Wench’s crew; Florian was almost certain there were two of him.

Florian approached the shallow waters, where his crewmate was sitting, and cleared his throat.

“Here,” he shouldered his coat off and held it out towards the man, gaze politely averted, “Just…try not to get too much sand on it. It’s the only nice one I have left.” He’d brought it from home, one of the few possessions he had. It was woollen, and a miracle it was still holding together after all these years, despite the number of holes in it.

Kit beamed up at the man as he approached, recognising the Holy Wench’s newcomer. While he had yet to taste anything cooked by him, Kit (and possibly Nik) already appreciated having him on board. It was nice having someone who didn’t yet know the majority of his and his brother’s antics.

“Lovely day for a walk, isn’t it? Lovelier day for a swim though. Care to join me?” He slowly reclined, letting himself float on his back. Only his knees and his head stuck out of the clear water. He didn’t stay still for long, however, as he rolled over onto his stomach to get in a position to stand up. Digging his toes into the sand to keep himself steady, Kit-or-Nik grabbed Florian’s wrist and tugged lightly.

he really was a sweet kid underneath all that trouble, and fatima was reminded of just why she appreciated the twins. “ worry about that later, my dear. ” she gestured back towards the stretch of docks where the holy wench rested. “ let us return and get you some actual clothes. “ she smiled softly. “ and then you can tell me who took your clothes. are you injured? ” she frowned, suddenly realizing that this was an odd situation to find the boy in. she circled him, using a clinical eye to search for any abnormal marks or injuries. and then she was regretting giving him her scarf since now she wouldn’t be able to tell if he had been violated in any way. “ did anyone touch you in a way you didn’t want? ”

Kit nodded, walking out of the water to stand next to stand in front of Fatima. He followed her progress around him with his eyes, digging his toes into the soft sand. At her question, he paused. His eyes crinkled in amusement and his lips twisted up into a warm smile. “La, Fatima. Nothing like that happened. You know I’m too quick for anyone to catch me, and too slippery to stay stuck in a situation. I’m like an eel,” he said proudly. “Which brings me to why I was in the water. Nik and I were going to catch eels to see what it felt like to be shocked. We agreed that clothes would dull the effect, so we took them off. Nikolas scuttled off though. I guess he’s more of a clown fish than an eel.”

The sun was already starting to sink down, so all he needed to do was wait until it was too dark for people to see him, and haul ass back to the Holy Wench. Until then…

Kit whistled a note, checking his pitch before singing, “What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do if your jest’s a failure, who sews your pants if there is no tailor – problems for the mooooorning!”