literally anything cr + modern would be hella cute.
“Are we pirates, now?” Jester asked as they stood on the prow of the boat, cutting through the blue, clear waters of the lake. “Does this make us pirates?”
It had started out as a practical joke: Beau’s family owned a yacht, and she’d said that it would be hilarious if they stole the yacht (borrowed it, really) during spring break because they could throw some awesome parties on it and it would really teach her awful dad a lesson. Jester had been in as soon as she heard the words ‘practical joke’. They’d recruited Fjord, who was the only guy they knew who understood anything about boats, and talked the rest of the group into it, and now Yasha was leaning against the mast with her muscular arms folded, Nott was freaking out about how she didn’t know how to swim and Caleb was trying to talk her down, and Caduceus, who was this exchange student that Jester had met last semester, had his arms wrapped around his legs as he stared at the water, looking a little confused about why he was doing this thing with the rest of them.
They hadn’t expected the coast guard to show up while they were attempting to board the boat, and, somehow, in the resulting chaos, Jester was pretty sure the whole thing had escalated into actual, real maritime theft.
“We’re definitely pirates now,” Beau said, and cracked her knuckles. “It’s fucking badass.”
“Sweet,” said Jester. “Pirates.”
