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[minimalintelligence]

This boat that's keeping us a float (4/...)

I have no idea what I'm doing still. And here we go again.

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"Hey, you're finally awake." Grian yelled softly noticing that Doc had started to stir awake. Doc awoke but was still confused and wasn't quite sure where he was yet. The two had been sleeping on and off. So though much more rested than yesterday, they still both weren't fully energised. Doc grumbled and rubbed his eyes. The memories of what happened coming back to his memory quicker than before. "Is there anything to eat?" He muttered out followed by a yawn.

"Pickles or fish. Though the fish should probably burn in the sun before eating." Doc let out a chuckle at the way Grian phrased the sentence. "I'll make sure to send the fish straight to hell before eating." Grian let out a giggle before cringing and quieting down.

Doc sighed a bit. He knew that Grian wouldn't immediately be friendly to him but this was at least progress. Grian cleared his throat snapping Doc out of his thoughts. "So pi- Doc, do you have any idea where we are yet?"

Doc looked around. He noted that there were no more jagged rocks beneath them, or if there were any, they were too deep in the murky water to see. The only thing visible around them were small plots of land covered in sand. They were no bigger than maybe a square meter.

Doc let out an exasperated sigh. "No. Nothing here is remotely familiar." Both of them seemed to mumble something under their breath. After a few moments Grian turned to his side and started pulling in one of the fishing lines, the one that had caught something. The harder Grian pulled, the harder the thing seemed to resist. The boat tipped slightly towards the fishing line. Doc leaned out from under the ruff and looked and Grian, slightly concerned at the tipping of the boat. Grian gripped the line harder and attempted to pull. "You should let it go." Doc commented, a slight crease between his eyebrows. "It could have snagged on a rock." Grian let out a grunt of defiance, before tugging harder, his hands getting scratched and wounded. The thing caught on the line moved up slightly, before darting down quickly. Grian caught off guard, got pulled down along with it. The last thing he could hear before being plunged under water was Doc yelling out his name.

The darkness enveloped him as his eyes quickly started to sting because of the salt water around him. His first response was to drill his eyes shut but before he could the salt water traveled up his nose, making it feel as if his lungs were on fire. With one hand he let go of the rope and held his nose, blocking the airways. The saltwater entered the wound he had gotted on his hand from the metal line, making that hurt as well. Coming slightly to his senses, he let go of the line he had been holding with a death grip with his other hand and used that to orient himself.

Grian forced his eyes open and looked around trying to find the surface. His vision slowly went dark as the deafening silence enveloped him. Finally finding where the light was coming from he forced his body to move up towards it. After swimming up about two meters, just before breaching the surface his shoulder got grabbed and pulled quickly up into the boat.

"GOD! WHAT THE HELL! I TOLD YOU TO LET GO DUMBASS!" He heard Doc yell, his voice scratchy and panicked. Grian coughed out some water as Doc smacked him in the back. Everything was still fading in and out of Grian’s vision, his eyes glassy. The world was still slightly spotty and he felt numb. He could faintly hear Doc hurling insults, but it didn't quite sound like they were meant for him directly.

Another harsh smack and more water left Grian lungs. He suddenly took in a big breath of air before starting a coughing fit. Docs hits on Grian’s back turned into a light patting. Eventually Grian’s breathing regulated and he calmed down, now all he was left with was stinging pain. He cringed at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against the wounds on his hands and quickly stretched them open. Which inturn made Doc notice the wounds. Doc let out a string of curses under his breath, he reached over for a glass water bottle, ucaping it quickly and pouring the water over the wound, cleaning it up. Before placing the bottle to the side.

"Try to make sure you don't touch anything Gri." Doc said in a much calmer tone. He leaned back slightly and ran his hand through his hair. Grian would've commented on the nickname but he was still fairly out of it. Doc started saying something but Grian started spacing out. Staring at the wounds in his hands as some blood started pooling, as a result of this he only heard the end of Docs next statement which happened to be: "...strip."

Grian snapped his head in Doc's direction. His face had a red tinge for the first time this day. Confusion and slight offence etched into his features. "What did you say..?" He said slowly. Doc let out an annoyed sigh. "I need you to strip." Grian let out a squeak and flustered completely. "Why..WHY THE HECK WOULD I DO THAT?! I'M NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING WITH YOU!" He scooted further from Doc full blown embarrassment on his face slightly masked by anger. Doc's face flustered as well as he sputtered through his next sentence. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! Didn't you listen at all!?" He slammed his face into his hands before muttering some stuff under his breath. Whereas normally he would've just flirted with Grian at that statement, currently he was stressed and a bit out of his element. He usually wasn't the one healing and comforting others, it was usually others healing and comforting him, Ren probably had a few books dedicated to Doc's rants and vents.

Doc calmed down, he let out a breath and quickly explained once more. "Your clothes are soaked. The longer you stay in them the higher chance you'll get sick. I need you to take them off, then dry off and I'll then give you something different to wear. Alright?" His voice during the speech came off a little strained. Grian let out a quiet 'oh', before reaching to take off his shirt just using his fingertips. After a few fails, he reluctantly turned to Doc.

"I need some help." Doc nodded his head and smiled at the fact that Grian had actually asked him for help, while trying to ignore the fact that he was undressing him. The two sat in silence, Grian was cursing himself for not being able to do it himself. After an awkward moment Doc grabbed some extra clothes and helped Grian get dressed. Doc then reached for the sleeve of his dress shirt and ripped part of it off, Grian raised his eyebrow at this.

"What are you doing?" His was voice hoarse and his eyes were still half closed. Instead of answering, Doc just ripped it into small pieces, before pouring some of the remaining water from the bottle on it and wrapping Grian’s wounds in them. Grian slightly cringed at the feeling, but other than that he felt fine.

"Go sit under the roof." Doc said and nudged him slightly. Grian felt uncomfortable. Every meeting of theirs, except the first three, Doc was joking and flirting, being borderline friendly. Grian found that he didn't quite enjoy this serious version of the pirate. With that being said Grian decided he agreed to Doc's deal, so he might as well try to get along.

Grian cleared his throat, successfully gaining Doc's attention. "It must've looked hilarious though.." He said and gave out a weak laugh. 'Oh god what the heck was that supposed to be' Grian thought, the small smile on his face looking awkward at best. Doc looked at him weirdly, before seemingly catching on to the fact that he was trying to lighten the mood.

"I wouldn't say it looked funny, but who would've known that all I needed to defeat you was to give you a fishing line and wait for you to off yourself." Doc let out a small chuckle and Grian immediately started glaring at him. A crooked grin on his face. "Well I guess you're weaker than a fish." Doc glared back playfully.

The two shared a small laughed. Doc shifted a bit to his side. His dress shirts clung uncomfortably to his arm. Sighing he noticed that his sleeve had gotten wet while he was getting Grain out of the water. He reached down and started pulling his shirt off. Grian, confused and once again blushing, snapped his head to the side. "What are you doing?!" Doc took his shirt off and looked weirdly at at Grian.

"It got wet." He was now just sitting shirtless, he had tossed the shirt onto the part of the boat that was covered in sun. "We don't have an extra one, do we?" Grian didn't bother even looking around, his eyes now glued to Docs chest. "Nope."

Doc let out a breathy chuckle. "Like what you see?" Grian snapped out of it. "No..I'M JUST JEALOUS! I mean--!" Grian huffed out and grumbled under his breath. Doc chuckled once more. Grian crossed his arms, careful to not touch the inside of his palms.

The boat continued to sail forward. The sun high in the sky, burning down on the wood on the boat. Doc leaned back, happy that he and Grian seemed to have progressed in their friendship.

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Once again pirate au by @gridoc

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ART

French Bisexual Buff Sporty Magical Girl Sonic Vampire Hunting Cowboy with Catboy Doc Simping over him Grian

The ones who existed within it: @annabourgeois @gridoc @backermusician @midnightlworn and my dumbass.

It's art.

[minimalintelligence]

French Bisexual Buff Sporty Magical Girl Sonic Vampire Hunting Cowboy with Catboy Doc Simping over him Grian

The ones who existed within it: @annabourgeois @gridoc @backermusician @midnightlworn and my dumbass.

It's art.

[minimalintelligence]

This boat that's keeping us a float (3/...)

So I'm making more of this. I hope it's alright. Once again this is inspired off of @gridoc 's pirate au.

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The boat sailed forward. The jagged rocks just barely not touching the craft. Grian sat under the roof of the boat, while Doc sat on the other side. Doc had set up some fishing lines, considering how slowly their boat was moving and how they had to be careful to not hit any of the rocks. Grian had reorganized the items on the boat, while looking around trying to recognise the area. He'd never seen or heard of an area like this, which meant either one of two things. One, they had been thrown so far off course that they were in areas he hadn't learned about, or more likely - they were in someone else's territory, most likely a pirate’s. Pirates were less likely to share maps and information about their lands and areas. But there aren't many areas like that left, and the ones that are left belong to some very influential and feared pirates. Grian became only more concerned when Doc mentioned he didn't recognize the area.

They had been on the dinky boat for a bit over three hours. They had been mostly silent other than the once in a while snarky comment from Grian, followed by a flirty reply from Doc.

The sun had now reached its highest point in the sky. Doc grumbled at the front of the boat. It had been cold yesterday, where as today it felt like he was getting cooked alive. After a few minutes of Doc complaining under his breath Grian looked him dead in the eyes and scooted to the side.

"Here. I can't stand your whining anymore." Grian patted the space next to him. Doc let out a sigh of relief before sitting next to Grian. The boat is just wide enough for their arms to be in constant contact. Grian attempted to scoot away, but just managed to hit the side of the boat with his hip. He took a breath in an attempt to calm himself down. "So. The murderous pirate Captain Doc can't handle a little heat?" Doc gave him a deadpan stare, before flicking him on the arm. "I'm wearing multiple layers….. well not anymore." He says while taking off his jacket and along with a few accessories and a material belt, leaving him only in a dress shirt and some loose pants. "You should take that coat off. Don't want you overheating and fainting on me." Doc said while placing his clothes behind the cushions. Grian let out an annoyed huff, before taking it off and placing it to the side.

"So got any ideas on where we are yet, pirate?" The two sat calmly as the boat moved steadily forward. "Sadly no. But if we keep heading north we should eventually reach something."

"No matter what direction we go in we'll eventually reach something." Doc just nodded in response. Grian stood up and moved to the other side of the boat.

They drifted for a while longer. A semi-comfortable silence engulfed them as the sun slowly neared the horizon. After a while Doc started to get bored and decided to mess with Grian a bit. He cleared his throat a few times in an attempt to gain Grian’s attention, who then looked at him confused.

"Are an ocean? Cause you're the only one I sea." He finished off with a wink. Grian covered his mouth with his hand, managing to only slightly muffle the laughs that came out of it. Doc's face morphed into one of confusion, though he wasn't unsatisfied by the result of the action, despite it not being what he expected.

"T-That.. was horrible! H-How did you even come up with that o-one?!" He managed to say in between laughs. His tone was slightly mocking. Doc playfully glared at him. "Oh I'd love to see you come up with something better Grian."

Grian glared at him, though it's effect was slightly nullyfied by the fact that he was still slightly laughing. "I'm not going to flirt with you, pirate." He took a deep breath after the statement, effectively calming himself down.

"You are aware I have a name, right?" Grian rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to call a murderous pirate by his name." The mood quickly turned sour.

"If we're going to be stuck in this boat together we should at least try to get along." Doc sighed and rested his head in the palm of his hand. "How about we start off by you calling me by my name and I'll... well I'll do something you want in return."

Grian glared directly into Doc eyes for a solid minute. The time it took them to have the conversation was enough time for the sun to set. The sky was now a deep blue. Doc broke the eye contact and leaned forward to light the lamp. Grian let out an aggravated sigh. "Stop trying to mess with me when you're bored. It's annoying." Grian huffed out.

Doc beamed, a wide grin spread across his face. "Alright. Then it's a deal. But one more thing. For the time we're stuck on this boat, let's forget all our previous discrepancies." Doc could sense Grian was about to argue so he continued. "Just for the time we're stuck here. The moment we're off this boat, we can forget this even happened." Grian sighed. He knew that fighting with Doc wouldn't get him anywhere. But he was still attempting to hold on onto what little pride he had left. He knew that if they both wanted to get out of this unscaved and as sane as they are now, they would need to talk to someone.

"..Fine." Grian reluctantly agreed. "But only while we're on this boat." Doc nodded and got out from under the ruffed area. He nudged Grian in it's direction. "You go to sleep first, I'll wake you up when I want to sleep." Grian crawled over to the area, where he curled up on the cushions and covered himself with a blanket. Doc at the same time pulled his jacket back on. The air during the evening was much colder, combined with the wind it was basically freezing. "We're sleeping in shifts?" Grian asked.

"I think it's the best way so that we can be both rested and alert during the night" Grian had to refrain from making a snarky remark. He instead sighed and said. "It's not like I don't share the same opinion. Goodnight... Doc." He turned away quickly and tried to go to sleep.

The waves hit the side of the boat in a rhythmic pattern. Doc sat in the front of the small fishing boat with a smile on his face. His mind was mostly blank as he stared ahead. Well other than one thought that just wouldn’t leave him alone. He let out a pained laugh before muttering out:

"Ren's gonna kill me once I get back."

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I still have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.

[minimalintelligence]

This boat that's keeping us a float (2/...)

So, I'm continuing this. Yep. It's a mess, but eh. I really wanted to thank @gridoc for reading the last part. It really made my day!

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Doc awoke as the sun rose above the horizon. He groaned, but nonetheless got up off of the floor. For a second he was confused as to why he was on board some dinky ship, but reality quickly settled in.

"Great." His tone of voice was both tired and annoyed. He leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh. Doc glanced around the room, at the many boring trinkets hung upon the walls. An old sword, some sea shells, bottles of cheap wine, a watch, he put the last one in his pocket. Glancing once more around the room he noticed a sleeping figure on the ground. His mood doing a complete one eighty. "Great." This time his tone was excited.

But his happiness was short-lived when the ship suddenly shook and sank a bit. He held onto the wall to keep himself steady. Doc noted that the ship seemed to be completely still. And though he could hear the wind faintly blowing outside, and the waves hit the sides of the ship, the craft in question didn't move. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a groan.

"Wha..What?" Grian, who had seemingly woken up because of the shaking of the ship, asked. After a few seconds he let out a sound of disappointment and said. "Really? I thought that was a dream."

"Nope. Sorry to say, that is not the case." Doc said startling Grian, who had apparently not noticed the pirate's presence. After a second of silence a grin spread on Doc's face and an annoyed glare appeared on Grian’s. "What pirate?"

"Oh nothing, I'd just assume that an event like that would've been classified as a nightmare, rather than a dream. Unless.." His smile widened as he took a step in Grian direction. "..my presence was enough to turn a nightmare to a dream.."

"No! That's not what I meant and you know it, pirate!" Grian yelled out, his face bright pink. Before Doc could give a witty remark, the ship once again shook and sank a bit. He sighed. "I'm going to check what's happening." Doc said before exiting the room.

Looking around the deck he noted a few things: it was covered in a layer of water, the sails were torn and there was no land in the surrounding area. At this point Doc was confused. The anchor wasn't down, there was no land nearby and it didn't seem like the sea floor was remotely close enough to hit.

Once he went below deck he saw the cause of the stop, along with the cause of the shaking. "Massive jagged stones." Grian said in a dead tone from next to him, startling Doc stightly, but the pirate tried his best not to show it. "They're all around the area, just a few meters under water. Though the waters murky so you have to know what you're looking for to see them."

The ship had been ripped through by such rocks. Though the ship seemed to mostly stop moving after the impact, which meant the holes were smaller than they could've been, but still, water was leaking in, and causing the craft to slowly sink.

"Do you have any fishing boats on this thing? Or do I have to build a raft?" Doc asked, his tone both stressed and slightly playful. Grian pointed above them, when Doc looked up he noted the two fishing boats. One seemingly older and worse for wear, the other one newer and even had a small roofed area.

"They took everything they own with them." Grian said still in the same dead tone. Doc noting the tone of Grian’s voice and the past tense responded.

"Hey just because they're not on board right now, doesn't mean they're dead." He said trying to lighten Grian’s mood. Grian just looked him dead in the eyes, before sighing.

"That sentence is factually incorrect. Completely. 1. They're on this ship. 2. It does mean they're dead." He finished by pointing his finger to the other side of the room. The water in that area was red and you could see some hair floating on the surface. Grian sighed. "Not the first time I've seen that, but I really hope it's the last." Doc looked at the area, feeling uncomfortable, sure, he's seen other people die, sure he's caused it before. But he's never the one to see them once the water calms. It's eerie, and doesn't feel very good.

"So I take one boat you take the other?" Grian said, seemingly back to normal. "I think it would be a better idea if we took the better one together." Doc stated with confidence. "You'd probably die if you took the old one alone."

Grian glared at him. "What makes you think I'd allow you to take the good one?" Doc playfully glared back. "What makes you think you have any choice in the matter?" Grian took a step in Docs direction. "I've beaten you once, pirate, I won't hesitate to do it again." Doc just grinned in response. "I'm sure you won't, but what would you win in this situation anyway? The other boat is falling apart, you'd leave another person stranded in the middle of nowhere alone? And here I thought you Navy men had honour.." Grian's face turned red in embarrassment before he turned and headed back on deck. "I'll get the supplies!" He yelled in an annoyed tone.

Doc let out a chuckle, before grabbing a barrel from the room and placing it under the boat. "Now how do I get you down and out..?"

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Grian walked across the deck looking for anything useful. He'd already piled up some blankets, towels and cushions. He'd decided to get as much stuff as possible, then decide with Doc what they need. He decided to take some salt with them and some pickles just in case, he saw no use for the wine. As he was grabbing some fishing equipment his thoughts wandered back to Doc. He was confused as to a few things. One why had Doc and his crew even been in the area, there wasn't anything worth visiting around them, two, why hadn't the pirate's crew returned for him yet and--

A loud crash -wood splintering- interrupted Grian thoughts. He hurried below deck to check what had happened. Once he arrived he saw a massive hole is the side of the already pretty broken ship and next it was standing a very satisfied looking Doc.

"Why in the world did you do that!?" Grian yelled, getting Doc's attention on him. "Had to get the boat out." Doc stated in a matter of fact way. "And I think I did it quite well." He finished smugly.

"You know we could've gotten it up together and into the water like that? I was concerned." Grian said the last part under his breath, but Doc seemed to hear anyway. "Aww.. You were worried about me!" Grian flustered though he still attempted to glare at Doc. "I was concerned about the boat, damn pirate."

"Right, sure. What supplies did you manage to get?" Doc asked, his grin ever present on his face. Grian glared a bit before going back on deck followed by Doc. "Pickles, salt, blankets, towels, cushions, fishing equipment, rope, some bottled water, extra clothes and a few other things. We need to decide what's the most important." Doc nodded his head and grabbed a few things: two cushions, the clothes, matches and an oil lamp, the fishing equipment, the salt, a blanket and some other smaller things Grian didn't bother to note.

The two headed down to the hole in the wall Doc had made while getting the boat out of the ship. The pirate hopped over onto the fishing boat first laying down the cushions and blankets in the part of the boat covered by the roof and the rest of the supplies on them. Grian hopped over next. He stumbled slightly but Doc caught him in his arms.

Grian face once again turned pink. "..Thanks, I guess." He said quietly, but Doc's whole face seemed to light up upon hearing that, which only made Grian blush harder. 'I've got to stop being a blushing so much, he's a pirate, not just some...mildly attractive... guy.' Grian noted in his head before sitting down in the boat.

Doc started prepping the craft to sail. Doc felt comfortable in the silence, but Grian felt awkward. He cleared his throat. "So, your crew must be looking for you?"

"Nah, yelled at them not to before we separated. Plus, they wouldn't do it anyway, unless I was gone for over a month. We agreed on that after the first time I got stranded in the middle of nowhere." Grian looked at Doc with disbelief. "How many times have you been stranded..?" The boat started moving north away from the ship. "..Seve- no. Nine. Ren calls me a hazard, but I don't even know how it happens." Doc said.

The boat sailed on, the ocean much calmer this time around. The sky was clear and it seemed that it was going to be a hot day. Grian sighed and hoped they would get to land soon.

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[minimalintelligence]

This boat that's keeping us a float (1/...)

So I got slapped in the face with inspiration at 3 am. It's clearly insired off of @melon-wing s and @gridoc s stuff. I have no idea what I'm doing and it's gonna suck, but here goes nothing.

Ship: Gridoc

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The ship rocked steadily as it moved forward. The wind was slowly picking up, but it didn't seem like anyone on board other than Grian had noticed. He watched as the waves slammed into the sides of the small ship. Grian gave out a sigh of boredom. His Captain had assigned him, along with two other of his crew members, to watch over this cargo ship. At first he assumed that for the Navy to have to watch over a cargo ship something important must be in it. But after less than a day on the craft he had come to the conclusion that it was just a plain, run of the mill, cargo ship. The most valuable thing on it being either the cheap wine or the pickles. It was a close tie.

He could hear the crew, no more than seven people, yelling drunken slurs from beneath the deck. He could also see his fellow crew members, clearly talking smack about the people on this ship. The two were spoiled brats who only took the job in the Navy for the fame, but were grossly unsatisfied when they learned they actually had to do some work. Grian hated such people.

The wind picked up slightly and the ship rocked just hard enough to knock Grian off his feet. While standing up he hears the lookout frantically climbing down from the crows nest.

"What's happening?" He asks, startling the boy.

"Where's the Captain!?" The boy's voice was shaky and he seemed all around horrified.

"Below deck with the rest of the crew, drunk." Grian replied blankly. "What's happening?" He asked again, this time his voice sounding a bit more commanding.

"A ship! A pirate ship is heading straight towards us!" He managed to yell out before going back to panically muttering under his breath. Grian snapped him out of his trance by telling him to go below deck and inform the Captain.

The ship was swaying quite intensely at this point, but if you were careful you could stand in place. Grian holding strongly onto the railing leaned out slightly. 'Doc..' Grian noted with annoyance. The situation was bad enough with just the weather. He didn't need a visit from the pirate Captain right now.

A few members of the crew stumbled on deck, some more sober than others, followed by the Captain himself, who was having double the trouble of standing up straight. Everyone in the crew started to attempt to get the ship sailing away. Grian sighed, knowing that this effort was all for naught. As Doc's ship approached, rain started coming down.

When their ships were next to each other he heard Ren, Doc's friend and right hand man, yell something in an aggravated tone, though he couldn't make out what it was over the howling wind. Grian looked around the cargo ship. He knew that by now his crew mates from the Navy had gone to hide below deck, along with some of the older members of the ship who valued their lives over the other peoples on board. He saw one man throw himself overboard, clearly deciding to die of his own free will. He had seen people do that before, not on Navy ships though. No, those people were too prideful to do that, but not prideful enough to not sacrifice someone else of their crew.

He got snapped out of his train of thought by a thump. Doing a quick one eighty he saw that Doc had jumped from his ship to this one. Grian sighed before yelling. "Really?! Do you have no shame to attack a defenceless cargo ship?!" He grabbed the railing in the middle of his statement.

"Well, we need resources as well----!" Doc yelled back, a grin on his face, despite the fact he seemed to be struggling to keep standing. Though Grian could only hear the first part of his sentence considering the fact that both the wind and waves became stronger and the rain was now pouring. "Maybe--!" Before he could even get his second word out Grian was knocked off his feet. Looking around confusedly he realised that their ship had slammed into Docs. Grian started crawling over to the back of the ship, where the Captains quarters are, in hopes of getting someplace safe. He made it nearly halfway when their ship once more hit Docs. This time he instead dug his nails in between the wooden planks on the floor. He could barely hear as Doc yelled something about leaving and regrouping.

He barely saw Docs ship sailing away through the pouring rain and the intense rocking of the boat. He barely noticed as Doc, who he realised didn't leave with his ship, grabbed one of the ropes to steady himself. But sadly it was made of cheap material and snapped, allowing the sails to fall down and accelerate the ship's movement.

"DaMniT!" He heard barely a few meters away followed by a thump. He glanced back only to see Doc lying face first on the ground. Doc grumbled and pulled himself up, before starting to move shakily forward. He grabbed Grian by his shoulder and pulled him up, before dragging him to the Captains quarters.

As they got there Grian quickly shoved the door open and got inside followed by Doc. The two sat down and attempted to catch their breath. Doc seemed to come to his senses when the first strike of lightning was heard outside.

"Well.. this isn't how I expected this to go.." He stated and gave out a tired chuckle. Grian looked up and narrowed his eyes at the pirate. He stood up and moved a little further into the room, sitting down on the Captains couch. "How did you even expect this to go? Attack a useless cargo ship, then what? Get blankets? Cheap wine?" Grian raises an eyebrow, his tone annoyed throughout the statement.

"Oh I wouldn't call this ship useless, afterall it's carrying such amazing cargo.." Doc's grin widened, he stared directly into Grian’s eyes and said. "..you."

Grian’s face morphed into one of shock and his cheeks got a pink tinge to them. "Wha..??" He managed to say before shaking his head and instead getting angry. "Screw off pirate." His voice much more venomous as he shut his eyes and turned away from Doc. Doc seeing this chuckled.

"I admire the amount of trust you have for me, as to be able to calmly turn you back towards me." Grian grumbled under his breath, but refused to turn back around.

"If you wanted me dead you could've left me on deck. In other news, I don't have the energy to deal with you. Bye." Grian huffed out before lying down completely on the couch and attempting to go to sleep.

Doc turned and looked out the window. The rain was still pouring intensely and the waves were still crashing into the ship. But for now, all he could do is wait.

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I tried. I did bad. But I tried.