Gunner's never been particularly good at handling children. Especially not tiny, scrawny children that obviously haven't eaten a proper meal maybe ever.
To say it startled him would be an understatement. He'd ventured below decks to get a new keg of beer for the celebration upstairs, only for a crash and clatter to send him into hysterics and a string of curses. He'd whirled around, eyes landing on a kid, and now he's- he's just staring.
It's very obviously a hybrid, and its lack of a shirt makes it very easy to see a messy split right down its middle where its hybrid traits collide. The right half of its body is yellow and fuzzy, with a dusting of brown freckles along its cheek and down its shoulder. Its left side is smooth with dark scales, almost like an enderman. its hair is split as well, gold on the scaley side and brown on the yellow. A long, thin tail with tufts of fur at the end curls around its legs, and four arms brace themselves on barrels and the walls and floor of the ship. It's wearing scrappy shorts, but nothing else.
"What're you doin' down here?" Gunner asks. The kid blinks, its eyes also mismatched, the yellow-side eye a deep crimson, and the purple side a piercing gold.
A light buzzing fills the air. By the gods, this kid has wings.
"What are you?" he presses, though both sides seem obvious, "A bee? An enderman?"
At this, the kid frowns.
"Endermite," it corrects, in a voice that is raspy and tired and much too old for someone who is so young, and Gunner nods his head.
"Endermite," he repeats. The kid's tail coils and uncoils. "So I was right about the bee?"
It nods.
"Well," Gunner scratches the back of his head. His eyes wander to the barrel the kid's pressed itself up against, and spots damage on the side, a gap big enough for a tiny hand to barely squeeze through. There's crumbs on the floor. A thief. The captain won't be happy. "Shit, kid, what are you doin' out here?"
The kid's stare is unblinking, steady, and honestly pretty creepy.
They don't pick up stowaways often. Gunner may be bad with kids, sure, but the captain is about a million times worse. There's a reason he's replaced his entire crew twice.
It shrugs. He sighs.
"Alright. Alright," he crouches down to be level with the kid. "I need- I need words, kid. How long have you been down here?"
The kid's head tilts down, its brow furrowing. Its tail coils closer as it thinks.
"Maybe-" it swallows "-maybe a month."
"A month," Gunner repeats. He nods, slowly, "a month."
The kid's good at hiding, then, if nobody's mentioned it being here. The crew loves gossip, surely he'd have caught wind or whispers or...anything, really, before now.
"Alright," he says, tilting his head. The kid doesn't look at him. "I dunno what you've been doin' to stay so hidden down here, but it's clearly workin'. Keep doin' that, and we'll drop you off at the next city."
The kid's brow furrows deeper. Now it's back to glaring up at Gunner.
"Why can't I stay on the ship?"
"The captain'll kill ya," he answers, simple.
The kid's eyes go wide.
"So you gotta promise me," Gunner presses. "You will stay hidden. You will avoid anyone who isn't me. You will not speak. You'll stop stealing, cause I'm gonna feed you, and you won't make yourself known to anyone."
The kid's tail coils and uncoils.
"Promise."
It nods.
Gunner nods back, then pushes himself back to standing.
"Stay hidden," he reminds it. He hoists a keg onto his shoulder, and turns to head back up to the deck. "I'll be back soon."
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I need someone to talk to me about my ocs RIGHT NOW!!!!
I know I never post art here literally ever I think I've done it like twice but here's a small piece wif my main ocs just for funsies
I'd say click for better quality but I think that's as good as it gets I kind of suck at this
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