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Crowley found himself a lot better equipped to fight on a ship than Aziraphale, he expected it to be that way though, that's why he was so eager to give Aziraphale his pistol, that way he would at least know Aziraphale would at least have some way to defend himself against the other members of his crew or if all hell breaks lose, his captain. The main deck was in shambles, his crew had already began slaughtering the hostages while he was preoccupied talking with Aziraphale and throwing their carcasses overboard, including the captain of the ship as he had suspected earlier. Crowley was not at all pleased about this, he deliberately picked this ship because while the captain was known for being a ruthless killer of the sea, he spent most of his days drunk in his own cabin which left all the time in the world for Crowley as the ship's first mate to take command and tempt the crew members into evil. That's what he had told Beelzebub anyway when he was sent up here to cause a little bit of chaos, but of course Crowley found his own way of doing his own thing. He enjoyed the life at sea because of the freedom it gave him but he wasn't all that pleased about the large amount of murdering it endured so instead of killing the hostages his crew would capture, he would quickly turn them into seagulls with a small miracle while his crew's back was turned. That way no lives would be lost and Crowley would get an extra bottle of rum whenever they had parties on the ship after a good raid. That was, until his crew started killing the hostages of Aziraphale's ship without his command. He spotted his boatswain on a makeshift plank which he was threatening a hostage with his own cutlass on. No doubt telling him to jump or he'd skew him.

"What the devil are you doing?" Crowley asked as he walked over to his Boatswain.

The boatswain sneered and rolled his one eye when he saw him.

"My job." He replied spitefully.

"You're job is to obey my orders." Crowley snapped venomously.

"My job is to obey the captain's orders, and you're not the captain." The boatswain sneered as Crowley felt his anger rise within him. Crowley swiftly grabbed the boatswain by the shoulders, the boatswain was so surprised that he ended up dropping his cutlass as Crowley spun him around and pinned him against the main mast of the ship.

"Well you should know that when the captain isn't around I am the one you listen to and I am the one you should be afraid of!" Crowley yelled as he saw the hostage on the plank make his way safely back on deck out of the corner of his eye. The boatswain continued to smirk in such a way that Crowley couldn't help but feel his skin crawl. "Do you understand me?"

"Oh I think I understand perfectly Crowley." Crowley heard a voice say beside him. The voice was deep and angry and horrifically recognizable to Crowley. The fear in Crowley's eyes was thankfully hidden behind his shades so the captain couldn't see as he emerged from the other side of the mast. Crowley's captain was ruthless and well known to be that way, thankfully Crowley hadn't had to see that side of him yet but seeing the way his captain was glaring at him was making him second guess just how safe he was. The Captain was wearing his red floor-length jacket that Crowley had helped him steal from the ship Crowley was originally on before joining the life of piracy. The jacket covered an off white over sized shirt that had dark silk sash flowing from his left shoulder to the right side of his waist. Crowley made a mental note of the captain's flintlock pistol being stored in a chord at the right side of the captain's large leather belt which covered his dark black trousers which Crowley was sure they were also stolen. The Captain clearly had gotten ready in a hurry since his long black beard wasn't tied at the bottom with red ribbons like it usually was and his black captain's hat was placed slightly askew on his head. Clearly someone had woken the captain from his drunken hangover to bring him onto this ship and no one would dare do something like that unless it was something important, or if they wanted someone dead. Crowley looked back at the Boatswain who he was pinning up against the mast and who was still smirking at him. Crowley knew he was the one who had brought the captain on this ship because he knew the captain wouldn't hesitate to slaughter all of the innocent sailors who they had captured, including Aziraphale.

"Captain!" Crowley grimaced as he let go of the boatswain. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"I was awoken by Wiggins a few minuets ago." The captain began as he gestured over to the boatswain who Crowley never bothered to learn the name of. The Boatswain grinned at Crowley as Crowley sarcastically smiled back at him. "And he informed me that you've been failing your duties as my trusted first mate."

Crowley instantly knew he was fucked, yet he still tried his best to seem like he didn't have any idea what the captain was talking about.

"Well- I-" Crowley began before being instantly interrupted.

"How many of our hostages have you killed Crowley?" The captain asked plainly and blankly.

"Oh thousands! Yeah- hundreds of thousands!" Crowley awkwardly placed his hands on his hips as he avoided eye contact with the captain. He was very grateful that Aziraphale couldn't see him like this, Crowley always tried his best to seem like a competent liar around Aziraphale but even he had met a select few group of people in his existence that always managed to somehow make him a terrible liar, almost as bad as Aziraphale... almost.

"Really?" Wiggins asked with a grin. "Then how come no one ever sees what you do with the bodies?"

"W-Well-"

"And how come you claim you make the sea run red with your enemies blood yet whenever I look, there isn't even a single drop of it staining the ocean?"

Crowley was struggling to find a way to slither his way out of this lie, he hasn't choked on his own tongue like this in such a long time, it made him sick to his stomach just to think about it.

While Crowley was struggling to explain his softer side to the captain, Aziraphale was trying to make his way through the myriad of pirates fighting so that he could try and help as many innocent people as he could. He knew he couldn't perform too many miracles since that would definitely attract heaven's attention and that wouldn't be very pleasant considering he wasn't even meant to be on this ship in the first place. Still, he tried his best to help the injured he couldn't miracle back to full health into the small rowing boats he had miracled up instead, at least then there would be less people lying dead on the deck. Each time one of the sailors thanked him, he felt his very being almost glow with joy, he loved the small rush of dopamine he got whenever he helped someone, he couldn't understand how Crowley didn't strive to feel that the way Aziraphale did.

Every time a sword would slash dangerously close to Aziraphale's face, he thought of Crowley's pistol that was still being hidden in his own coat. He wondered if he really would ever use it on someone, before quickly burying that thought deep in his mind. He couldn't afford to risk even thinking about something like that as an angel. After a while, Aziraphale thought it best to try and reunite with Crowley, after all he was much more adept in the life of piracy than Aziraphale was. When they first separated in the initial chaos, Aziraphale remembered seeing Crowley walk forward onto the main deck as Aziraphale was swept to the side to try and help as many people as he could, so it seemed fitting to check there.

Aziraphale arrived at the most inopportune time for Crowley, since as soon as the captain and Wiggins had seen him dodging attacks and not replying with a counterattack, they knew Aziraphale was nothing more than a cowardly sailor who had no idea what he was doing. Crowley knew this too, but he also knew that Aziraphale was stubborn, stubborn enough to try and see the good in everyone including Crowley's captain which is what worried Crowley the most.

When Aziraphale spotted Crowley talking to his captain and Wiggins, he beamed seeing Crowley with his hands on his hips clearly struggling to get himself out of whatever situation he had gotten himself into. This gave Aziraphale the perfect opportunity to help Crowley, after all he loved helping him the most.

"Hello!" Aziraphale smiled as he walked up to the three men. Crowley's eyes widened with fear as he knew what Aziraphale was about to do. "You must be the captain." Aziraphale held out his hand for the captain to shake which the captain clearly ignored. Instead the captain placed his right hand threateningly on his pistol which only made Crowley all the more concerned. Aziraphale was aware that the other pirates clearly would have preferred him dead rather than having to deal with talking to him, but the captain's gesture didn't scare him, if anything it only made him more determined to try and solve this dispute peacefully. "Right- I'm not that much into handshakes myself." Aziraphale awkwardly returned his hand to his side as the captain's hand on his pistol tightened.

"Crowley." Wiggins began as turned directly to Crowley barely even taking note of Aziraphale's existence. "Do you know this blithering idiot?"

Aziraphale turned to Crowley as Crowley turned to Aziraphale, both with a look of uncertainty etched onto both of their faces. Aziraphale has always refused to acknowledge his friendship with Crowley, mainly because he thought being associated with a demon made him a bad angel on principle but this time, he was silently begging that Crowley would say yes, because he knew that this time, Crowley was most likely to say the opposite.

"No-" Crowley began as Aziraphale felt his heart drop in his chest like a stone in water. "No- I've never met this man before, he must be an escaped hostage.

"Oh so you'll have no problem killing him then." The captain smirked as Crowley's eyes widened so much so that Aziraphale could see the yellow of his iris over his shades. Aziraphale looked over at Crowley with at first a look of concern then a pleading look, which surprised Crowley. Did Aziraphale really believe Crowley would ever hurt him? "Oh don't look so surprised Crowley." The captain continued. "After all you've killed thousands right? What's one more? What makes him so special?"

Crowley looked back at the captain and at Wiggins as both of them stared at him cautiously. Wiggins had picked up his cutlass and was holding it cautiously as the captain's hand had still not left his pistol. If he refused to do this, then the captain would have his head and Crowley didn't think Hell would be all that bothered about trying to get him a new body any time soon. But if he did kill Aziraphale, then he would get the respect of his captain back, he would also lose his oldest friend in the process. Slowly, Crowley took his cutlass in his right hand and pointed the sharp blade towards Aziraphale. Crowley could hear his captain's faint cackle as he looked into Aziraphale's eyes, he looked shocked, as if he couldn't tell why Crowley would do this. Crowley was a demon, this is what demons do, they kill angels and tempt humans, killing Aziraphale should be second nature to him; so then why was it so hard?

Aziraphale, even though he was extraordinarily hurt by what was happening, was able to pull himself together just enough to say one last thing to Crowley before he would be killed.

"I forgive you."

Those three words made Crowley's chest tighten in such a sickeningly sweet way. It was something only Aziraphale could make Crowley feel, and Crowley hated it, he hated that he loved it. Crowley turned back to the captain and redirected his cutlass so that it was now facing the him, he had finally decided which person was truly worth defending.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" The captain asked Crowley baffled by this sudden turn of events.

"Isn't it obvious?" Crowley smirked. "I'm declaring mutiny."

Aziraphale smiled seeing Crowley defend him because he knew Crowley loved being the hero, and Aziraphale loved seeing Crowley happy.

"You know the price for such a sin." The captain sneered as Aziraphale glared over at him. He wasn't very pleased at how the captain was practically trying to play God. Crowley continued to grin with his yellow eyes still starring at the captain, clearly showing that he didn't intend to change his mind. The captain quickly took the cutlass from one of the pirates running past him into battle and pointed it towards Crowley. "Then so be it."

In a flash both Crowley and the captain were engaging in close combat as a cacophony of the clashing of metal filled the whole ship. Aziraphale was surprised at how competent Crowley was with a sword, it was admirable. Aziraphale turned back to Wiggins as Crowley and the captain chased each other around the deck as they fought.

"What do you suppose you and I handle things more civilly?" Aziraphale asked as Wiggins bared his teeth and tried to strike Aziraphale with his blade. Aziraphale was able to narrowly dodge the strike as Wiggins' blade ended up lodging itself in the mast of the ship instead. "Is that a no?"

"I'll kill you, you cowardly bastard!" Wiggins yelled as he tried to pull his sword free from the mast. Aziraphale took this as the perfect opportunity to run, he managed to get a head start before Wiggins' was able to pull his sword free. Aziraphale decided to climb up the net of the ship towards the Crow's nest part of the ship since he thought it would be less likely for him to be accidentally stabbed in the action that was unfolding down on the main deck. He looked down to see where Wiggins was, surprisingly, he was climbing up after Aziraphale with his cutlass being held in his mouth. Well that seemed rather unnecessarily dangerous. Aziraphale managed to climb inside of the Crow's nest which provided him some form of shielding from Wiggins' attacks. As Wiggins removed his blade from his teeth, he held onto the net with one hand and began relentlessly attacking Aziraphale with his sword in the other.

"Now- now!" Aziraphale began calmly as he continued to dodge Wiggins' attacks. "There's no need for all this violence!" Aziraphale continued to duck as Wiggins' almost managed to catch the top of Aziraphale's head with his blade. "Wiggins? That was your name right?"

"Wouldn't you like to know-"

"Well yes." Aziraphale smiled. "That's why I'm asking."

"I'm not here to make small talk." Wiggins snapped.

"May I ask why?" Aziraphale smiled again which made Wiggins finally lower his sword.

"Because I'm going to kill you?"

"Why?" Wiggins couldn't understand why Aziraphale was still smiling.

"B-Because-" Wiggins stuttered as he tried to think of a reason. "W-well I don't really want to kill you- I just have to."

"Why?" Aziraphale was very much enjoying himself despite having his life threatened moments ago.

"Do you have any idea how annoying that is?" Wiggins exclaimed as Aziraphale beamed even more. "Of course someone like you is friends with Crowley."

Aziraphale's smile dropped to an uncertain frown, he still wasn't completely complacent with being called Crowley's friend, even though he knew they were.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Aziraphale asked more curiously this time. "I mean, he can be frustrating at times but-"

"Frustrating?" Wiggins almost burst out laughing. "He's infuriating!" Aziraphale nodded to the side with a small grimace since he knew Wiggins was right about that. "I worked so hard to get on the captain's good side. I even killed people for him just so I'd get to be the first mate and then Crowley strolls in and instantly becomes the captain's favorite without even having to do half the amount of work I did!"

Aziraphale glanced down at Crowley as he continued to fight the captain. He saw Crowley was losing his stamina during the fight but he wasn't letting that stop him from trying to win, that was one of the things Aziraphale admired the most about Crowley. The captain was a skilled fighter, so skilled in fact that Crowley only just managed to doge one of the captain's attacks, it did manage to tear through Crowley's black vest though and for a moment Aziraphale actually thought the captain had stabbed Crowley. He remembered the fleeting moment of agonizing fear he felt when he saw Crowley stumble backwards and hold onto his side, he also remembered the grateful relief he felt when he saw Crowley pull his hand away and there was thankfully no blood or any trace of harm on him. Aziraphale didn't even dare think of what would have happened if that wasn't the case. When Aziraphale turned back to Wiggins, it was clear Wiggins had seen just how long Aziraphale was starring at Crowley as he fought the captain, he wasn't doing a good job at denying their friendship.

"...I can see how that would be irritating." Aziraphale began bringing his attention back to what Wiggins was telling him before. "But I've known Crowley for a long time, usually he gets bored with stuff like this eventually. Maybe, if you ask, he'll be willing to give you the position of first mate."

Wiggins looked at Aziraphale still feeling uncertain about whether he could trust him, then he looked over at Crowley as he could just piece together how much Aziraphale really cared for him.

"Why would you help me?" Wiggins asked skeptically.

"Because it's the right thing to do." Aziraphale chuckled as Wiggins took a few moments to think about what his next decision would be. Aziraphale took note of the fact Wiggins seemed to almost imitate the captain in his clothing, the only thing that could tell them apart was the fact that Wiggins only had one eye visible as the other was covered by a black eye patch. Aziraphale thought Wiggins would be a better captain than the one Crowley was currently fighting.

"If I let you and Crowley do whatever it is you're planning to do." Wiggins sighed. "Will you promise to try and get him to give me my job back?"

Aziraphale held out his hand for Wiggins to shake. "You have my word." He grinned as Wiggins smirked back while shaking Aziraphale's hand. Wiggins then put his cutlass back in his belt before opening up the net for Aziraphale to climb down. Aziraphale giggled happily before climbing out of the Crow's nest and down the net into the chaos that was still unfolding on the main deck.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale yelled trying to get his attention from the other side of the ship. Crowley was fighting the captain on the upper part of the main deck near the steering wheel, and Aziraphale had no way of getting his attention without making his way through the extortionate array of battling pirates fighting each other upon the main deck. He was uncertain at first but realizing it was the only way to get to Crowley, he knew he had to endure it.

Crowley had been fighting the captain for at least 20 minuets although it definitely felt significantly longer than that. He's almost received a fatal hit from the captain's cutlass if he hadn't have quickly moved to the side, his vest was unfortunately torn now which wasn't ideal. Crowley knew he needed to find Aziraphale, there was no way he would be able to fight his way through this, well it's not that he physically couldn't, its more so that he wouldn't bring himself to hurt a human, Crowley adored that about Aziraphale but he also found it excruciatingly annoying in times like this.

"Pardon me- Sorry!" Crowley turned as Aziraphale began making apologies to ever single person he came across as he made his way through the battling pirates on the main deck.

"Angel?" Crowley said as he saw Aziraphale dodging flying bullets from flintlock pistols and slashing cutlasses around him. Crowley wanted nothing more than to run to Aziraphale and fight alongside him but he was currently preoccupied fighting this pathetic excuse for a captain. He quickly turned back to the captain and waiting for the captain to make his attack again. As soon as Crowley saw the captain's sword move forward again instead of dodging, he parried it and managed to knock it out of the captain's hands. After he had disarmed the captain, Crowley instantly made a run for it. He didn't bother trying to make his way through the crowd, he knew Aziraphale would meet him in the middle like he always did.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale shouted again seeing that Crowley was making his way towards him. The two of them tried their best to avoid getting killed as the myriad of pirates fought around them. Even as they heard the yelling and clashing of swords around them that would have distracted any other being, they couldn't take their eyes off each other. As far as either of them was concerned, they knew so long as they had their eyes on each other, nothing else around them mattered. Eventually, they finally managed to meet in the middle of the deck; Crowley still had his cutlass held in his right hand and Aziraphale was still beaming with joy seeing that Crowley was ok.

"How dare you turn your back on me!" Both the angel and the demon turned to see the captain holding his own cutlass in the air with his right hand and his pistol in his left. Somehow, Crowley had managed to enrage him further than when Aziraphale had last seen him and that was only half an hour ago.

"Crowley what did-" Aziraphale began before feeling Crowley suddenly grab his hand. Aziraphale instantly glanced down to see the demon holding on him so shockingly gently.

"No time to chat Angel." Crowley said quickly as he pulled Aziraphale through the carnage to the hatch that lead to hold of the ship. "Come on."

Crowley opened the hatch as Aziraphale glanced around uncertainly.

"Angels first." Crowley grinned as Aziraphale blushed slightly before entering the hold. Crowley followed soon after before shutting the hatch behind him.

"Won't they follow us in here?" Aziraphale asked nervously as he felt the lower half of the ship almost shake with all the fighting still occurring above them.

"Not with a little demonic miracle." Crowley flicked his hand above him in a circular motion as the hatch, that was the only way to get into the hold of the ship, was suddenly chained shut with dark grey chains.

Crowley then walked fully into the hold and began to searching through the supplies Aziraphale's boat was originally supposed to be carrying. Aziraphale found it almost comical how Crowley threw away anything he didn't need like displeased child. The hold was practically filled to the brim with crates and boxes of supplies taken all the way from the other side of the atlantic, it would take Crowley hours to look through it all, hours that neither Aziraphale or Crowley had with the captain trying to break the demonic chains Crowley had placed on the hatch. Crowley knew that there was no way he was going to be able to search through all these crates before the captain came down here and no doubt blew his head off, that's why he was hoping Aziraphale would help him hopefully before that happened.

"What are you looking for?" Aziraphale asked as Crowley chuckled to himself.

"The meaning of life-" Crowley began clearly sarcastically before interrupting himself. "-the sugar Angel, what else would I be looking for?"

Aziraphale's eyes widened in surprised, he couldn't fathom why Crowley was still concerned with something so frivolous as that.

"Crowley you have just started a coup against your own captain and yet you're still trying to find that dam-" Aziraphale stopped himself as Crowley turned around to face him with a mischievous smirk on his face. Aziraphale forced himself to swallow his pride and not give in to the demon's taunting habits. "-gosh darn sugar..."

"How much money would I have to give you to get you to say the word damn Angel?" Crowley teased as Aziraphale rolled his eyes at the demon's apathy towards the very real danger they were in. "We can't let the captain get a hold of the sugar because he'll end up becoming the richest man this side of the atlantic."

"...Is that such a bad thing...?" Aziraphale asked as a Crowley's smile grew wider.

"Well you wouldn't be able to have your morning tea the way you like it would you?" Crowley grinned as Aziraphale opened his mouth to say a response before he quickly closed it again after deciding it would be best if he took Crowley's strange way of helping him.

"Don't suppose you'd have any idea where the captain would have hidden it would you?"

"W-What?"

"Since sugar is known to be as valuable as it is, merchant ships like this often hide it somewhere in a hidden compartment or behind a locked door." Crowley explained as Aziraphale's eyes widened realizing something.

"That's why you took the key!" Aziraphale exclaimed in excitement, he always enjoyed putting the pieces of a puzzle together.

"Bingo." Crowley pointed playfully at Aziraphale as they both laughed slightly at each other. "I have the means to unlock whatever the sugar is hidden behind, I just need to find what that thing is."

Aziraphale thought while Crowley continued to search. He remembered when he first arrived on this ship back in London, the captain, while being kind enough to let him on the ship, made it clear Aziraphale wouldn't be aloud to do any snooping in the hold, particularly towards the back behind the shipping crates filled with wine. Aziraphale didn't think much of it at the time since he was too busy thinking about how wonderful his morning tea was going to taste. In hind sight he really should have paid more attention. Then he remembered his first night just before he was planning on settling down for his daily journal entry, he spotted a few of the crew members standing beside the stack of crates in the exact area the captain had told him not to go. Aziraphale thought that the crew had stood in a very odd way in that area, it was almost as if they were guarding something since they seemed to take shifts standing around the strangely plain boxes and crates. Aziraphale looked towards where those crates were kept in the back of the hold and carefully made his way over to them as Crowley was preoccupied trying to shove some useless barrels to the side.

As Aziraphale approached the stack of crates, he noticed that they didn't seem to be holding anything like normal crates would be. They were clearly empty and miraculously they were still somehow remaining stacked together despite all the turbulence the ship had experienced that day. Aziraphale let his hands run across the side of the crates and he began to realize that they had been deliberately placed to try and hide something behind them.

"Find anything Angel?" Crowley asked suddenly appearing beside Aziraphale.

"Ah! Good lord!" Aziraphale exclaimed in surprise as Crowley smirked clearly amused by Aziraphale initial's shock. "I- As a matter of fact I have."

Aziraphale then pushed the suspiciously stacked crates to the ground to reveal a hidden locked door behind it, it was the perfect kind of door to hide a very valuable amount of sugar behind. Crowley took the key he had taken from the captain's cabin and knelt down on one knee to try and unlock the door. Aziraphale couldn't help but stare at Crowley as he turned the key, Aziraphale knew that he shouldn't like Crowley the way he did but he couldn't help but be enamored by him. When Crowley managed to unlock the door he got back up to his feet before using his feet to slowly kick the door open. The angel and the demon watched as the door slowly revealed around about ten bags of sugar, it was more than enough for Aziraphale to sweeten his tea and more than enough for an average pirate to make a small fortune selling it to whatever rich bastard would be willing to buy it.

"Woo!" Crowley beamed as he entered the small room. "You are one clever angel Aziraphale!"

"Oh- Thank you." Aziraphale blushed as Crowley absentmindedly placed his cutlass down to the side of the door frame.

Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley were aware that while they were busy laughing and grinning at all the sugar they had found, the captain was successfully managing to break the chains around the hatch leading to the hold. The thing is, a demon's miracles are only as powerful as they want them to be, this made their power completely depended on the attention span of the demon who cast them and since Crowley had all his attention on Aziraphale in that moment, he had forgotten all about his supposedly unbreakable demonic chains. Crowley heard them shatter first as his smile suddenly dropped. Aziraphale's smile followed soon after seeing Crowley suddenly become extremely worried. Both of them heard the captain's large, heavy black boots hit the wooden floor of the hold.

"Crowley-" Aziraphale began as he quietly felt the inside of his coat where he had place Crowley's flintlock pistol. Crowley didn't see this, he was too busy focusing on where he was expecting the captain to appear.

"Get behind me." Crowley said sternly as he placed his arm protectively in front of Aziraphale. Aziraphale looked down at the pistol he was keeping hidden in his coat; he didn't want to use it, but he also didn't want the captain to hurt Crowley. Was he really about to sacrifice his whole existence protecting some demon he sees around once every century?

The captain looked around the hold for a moment until his eyes locked with Crowley's. Anger flared within him as he began storming towards both Aziraphale and Crowley. Aziraphale saw the captain reach into his coat and pull out his own flintlock pistol, Aziraphale couldn't help but feel his hand grab hold of Crowley's pistol. He saw the captain take aim at Crowley's head as panic began to take control of Aziraphale. He decided he was willing to risk the paperwork. In a flash, Aziraphale pushed Crowley aside as he pulled out Crowley's pistol from inside his coat.

"Angel!" Crowley exclaimed as he realized what Aziraphale was doing, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The gunshot rang out all throughout the hold of the ship. At first it wasn't clear who had been hit, that's what made Crowley so terrified. He continued to stare at Aziraphale who remained poised with the gun pointing at the captain. The captain mirrored his stance except after a few moment after the gun was fired, the captain choked and crumpled to the ground as blood began to spill out of his torso. The now dead corpse of the captain began to pain the floor of the hold red with his blood as Crowley realized that Aziraphale had just killed his first human. He looked over at Aziraphale with wide eyes shocked that his angel had just killed someone for him. Aziraphale however, could barely believe it himself. He couldn't take his eyes of the human he had just killed as it remained lifeless on the floor. Crowley slowly walked over to Aziraphale as he saw Aziraphale's hands shake as he held onto the gun, he could only imagine the world shattering realization that was dawning on Aziraphale. Aziraphale opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't, he couldn't even bring himself to speak after what he had just done.

Crowley could hear the other pirates opening the hatch to the hold, he saw the fear in Aziraphale's face begin to turn into panic. He carefully took hold of the pistol still in Aziraphale's hands and slowly took it from him. Crowley's yellow serpent eyes never looked away from Aziraphale's terrified face. Aziraphale was trying his best not to break down into tears since despite him supposedly being the more caring one out of him and Crowley, he really didn't enjoy showing Crowley his more embarrassing emotions. Eventually the pirates came stumbling through the hold with Wiggins leading them with his cutlass in hand. When Wiggins saw the dead captain lying on the floor he stopped all the other pirates from going any further. He looked ahead to see a very terrified Aziraphale standing next to Crowley who was holding his own flintlock pistol which was aiming down at the captain.

"D-Did you-" Wiggins stuttered as Crowley got ready to tell the best lie he had ever told.

"Yes! It was I who snuffed the life out of the captain!" Crowley exclaimed with his obnoxious sense of bravado. "And it was also I who found this ships secret stash of sugar- with the help of my friend here." Crowley gestured to Aziraphale as a couple of the pirates tried to push past Wiggins to get to the sugar. Crowley quickly pointed his pistol at them. "Not so fast! According to the pirate law that I have just made up, killing the captain makes me the captain now."

"And what makes you think we're going to listen to you?" One of the pirates who had tried to make a run for the sugar asked.

"Because I'm the one with the gun." Crowley grinned before glancing over to Wiggins. "Unless of course, you can think of any other high ranking boatswain that would make a better captain than me."

The whole crew turned to Wiggins as Wiggins stared at Crowley with a large amount of bewilderment as to why he was giving up his captain position after only having it for about 3 minuets. Crowley smirked and raised his eyebrow at Wiggins to try and encourage him to take the position. Wiggins knelt down beside the dead captain and took the captain's hat from off his head before placing it happily on his own.

"So captain, what will your first order to your new crew be?" Crowley asked with a grin. Wiggins was almost beaming with pride finally getting the position he wanted and the position Crowley knew he deserved more than the old captain ever did.

Wiggins looked around at the crowd of men behind him and then back at Crowley. He could theoretically order the pirates to throw both Aziraphale and Crowley overboard for starting a mutiny against the old captain but then again, Wiggins never really liked the old captain anyway, he just went along with whatever he said because he was so desperate to become the first mate. Wiggins decided he would make sure he wouldn't be nearly as ruthless as the last captain, that way he wouldn't end up damned for hell like the last one no doubt was.

"Men!" Wiggins announced getting all the other pirates attention. "Tonight we will celebrate this amazing find-" Wiggins pointed towards the stash of sugar. "-by getting drunk off all the damned rum on this ship!" All the men erupted with cheers as Crowley laughed at Wiggins finally getting what he wanted. "And guess what? With me as captain, everyone gets an extra bottle of rum!"

"Ay-Ay!" Crowley yelled as the pirates erupted with cheers once more. Wiggins took one last look at Crowley and tipped his pirate hat to him as a thank you before being carried off my the array of cheering pirates who were looking forwards to becoming drunk out of their minds tonight.

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