#privateerprince

The crew had yet to set sail, leaving port getting underway they lingered in casual conversation. 

“ Eyeballs aren’t in there very well. Hit your head, they'll pop right out. I could stick my fingers in there, it’s my go to line of defense.” 

“ Did she make that up?” 

Toyla shook his head, arms crossed leaning against the railing. 

A horrified look haunted the man's features. “ This is a thing?” He pointed in unfathomable to the new knowledge. “ I thought there was muscle or something that kept them in.”

“ Oh, ya, eye balls, really just rest in there, happens all the time with concussions." Toyla backed up. Tamar smirked proudly, trying her hardest not to laugh. She turned away in the opposite direction to see the captain's reaction, who had snuck up right at the beginning of the profound topic at interest. 

y/n glanced behind her to see Strumhond. “ Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

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This time around, Sturmhond had been requested for a private audience; it was shady business, and the captain brought along his most trusted crew.

The small group individually took their weapons out, and they were all patted down. The bouncer got to the end of the four, y/n held up a finger, the worker paused, waiting as he watched, she dug around, pulling out various sizes of weapons.

Sturmhond was grinning from ear to ear. She reached digging deep in a hidden pocket with the last knife. Toyla stood with his wrist crossed by his side, both twins stoic staring down the security.

As the years go by

There current position addressing a rather rude pirate who thought he held rights over every territory in the sea, a big mouth that wasn’t popular at all. Least to say he felt threatened. The man had started the fight without room for negotiation. 

She stood next to him at his shoulder, letting him deal with the situation without so much as a peep. The twins were annoyed at the entire ordeal ready to end the pirates monologue,that flew past the group's head as he spewed nonsense. It was when the second put her own two scents in with derogatory comments and her pretentious attitude was when she’d had enough.

Her eyes flickered to Sturmhond and back. The twins watched the side eye now sharing their own concerned intuitive conversation. Needless to say the small action did not go unnoticed. When their captain fillinly was able to get a word in he opened his mouth to speak and y/n launched across the threshold.  

Wide eyed, Sturmhond snatched her out of the air, holding the woman around the waist out of reach. “ Hey, hey, hey, come on now.” 

She squirmed and wiggled, pushing against him. The woman stopped moving completely, giving him a death stare. 

He set her back down and she held her hands up in defense. “ Fine, I’m good.” Right before going to walk away she whipped around.

“ Captain of Medusa, serpent siren, daughter of the sea. Poseidon fury.” 

She looked at him with raised eyebrows waiting for his list to be finished folding her arms across her chest.  “ Flattery doesn’t work on me.” Flattery did work on her. 

Sturmhond strutted across the doorway to her desk. “ Your reputation precedes you. How would you feel about a proposition?” 

A leg kicked up as she propped her foot one leaning on the desk. “ It depends on the terms of your agreement. What do you have in mind?”

Sturmhond hands glided over the paper he laid out. “A design for a ship, I liked your input, I need a crew and you would be the perfect first mate. I saw your skills.You look at things from all angles, completely neutral, a problem solver and quick at thinking ahead. You ask all the right questions and know where to look.” 

“ I could use someone like you. Your perspective, your opinion. What do you say? We would make a spectacular team with my charm and your intellect.”

“ Well see where it ends.” 

“ Is that a yes?” He looked like a puppy tilting his head towards her in excitement. 

A grin spread across her face with a mischievous twinkle. " You had me at the word improbable. I do like to prove people wrong, it's a hobby of mine."

He clapped his hands together as if sealing the deal.  “Perfect, let’s get started.” 

Present   

Dark clouds shielded any light. The tension was as thick as the humid weather brewing above along the crew who scampered preparing for a fight. The yelling of barked orders was over lost to the ears against the harsh wind. The ship rocked dangerously back and forth even with the squallers keeping them on course. Another ship had been closing in on them. Merging the two, aligning the boats to infiltrate them. 

Alina held a wild look about her as she stared in disbelief. “ You're both insane!” 

“ But it could work.” Mal asked in hesitation. He would take any option that didn't require the sun summoner to be in possession of the Black Heretic. Even if it was suicidal. 

“ You mean it’s Improbable." The captain let his smirk slip across spreading wide, he had faith in the plan of which they didn’t know the full details, cunning fox indeed. 

Sturmhond second looked at the couple. “ It’s our last shot. Do you want to defeat the darling or not?" She had spoken the blunt truth, though the group waited with bated breaths considering the circumstances, holding each other's gaze with a fierce ambition. 

Sturmhond nodded. It was his ship, his call. They would follow his command. The circle dispersed, running off in haste. 

The two crews had merged together fighting tirelessly. She ran about in the chaos of the middle of the battle continually looking over her shoulder to help where she could. But at this moment in the thickest part where grisha had their power she used all the strength she could muster. In full force she charged forward in the swarm of bodies clustered at arms.  

The clouds swirl above in a funnel, a dark mass bursting ripping the sky open. Suddenly she couldn’t see in front of her from the sheets of rain that splattered smacking the deck of the ship.  

“Marry me!” Sturmhond blurted, as his hand gripped the rope netting watching her from where he slashed with his sword. The privater kept track of where she was and the two worked better in tandem fighting side by side. It was a perfected rhythm over the years with one another. 

She ducked as a gunshot whizzed by. “I don’t think now is the best time!” 

He shouted from the ledge,“ We do this together. Forever, me and you!” Then he jumped down to be near. His coat swishing as his feet hit the deck. 

 Wet hair clung to her face, darkening its natural color. Water dripped into her vision, blurring as her eyes sought him. Squinting into the rain she glanced up to see where his most loyal crew held the high ground attending to their aponanite. Against the sound of battle below, she yelled at the heartender who was watching his sister's back in battle carried his blade above them on the bow. 

 “Toyla! Marry us!”  

Normally you could ask the captain of the ship but for obvious reasons they had to improvise. The man who loved romantic gestures of course had his license to be ordained, It was only appropriate. 

“I’m a little busy at the moment!” He grunted from the top of the bow. “ Can’t this wait? On any other occasion this would be very romantic.” 

“ Now!” The couple spun around to face each other once again.

“ Fine, alright.”  Toyla sent a kick to the chest, sending a man flying across the boards. He stood standing over the railing. “ By the power invested in me man and wife will be joined in union until they share wrinkles into the next life.” 

 “Just kiss!” In exasperation he yelled back over his shoulder. Someone had jumped on him from behind, annoyed he easily tossed them behind fast forwarding their proposal to the end.

Through the blurred rain that pealted the deck of the ship she looked at him. His white shirt fused to his skin, the light weight flock see through. The coat whipping in the wind. 

Sturmhond reached for her, drawing her in with a deep kiss. Their lips clashed hungerly. A hand cradled his head as her arm swept scrunched his hair grounding her to him. The other hand had her fingers gripping his jacket collar. Catching air her lips brushed up from his the pair caught their breath, never losing contact, their heads resting to each other chests panting. 

He stroked a piece of her hair away, “When we get back to Ravak we’ll have a proper wedding.”

Breathless she gasped filling her lungs. “ One on the ship is just fine.” 

“ My mother won’t allow that. Nor will Toyla let us continue to breathe without proper vows if he doesn't ordain us.”