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hannah-fannah9503 · 10 months

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Really, really brief character study for p!Martyn and p!Sausage because it's 4am and my brain won't shut up about pirates okay thanks

Martyn woke from his very fitful sleep to the muffled sound of music coming from downstairs. Confused and somewhat annoyed, he tossed aside the thin yellow blanket in his Kestrels bed. Leaving his room, he could see all of the other doors were open except for one. Grumbling under his breath, he traipsed his way down the stairs ready to chew out whoever had decided to play music in the middle of the night.

When he made it though, he stopped short at the sight of Sausage sitting alone at the barstools. A jukebox across the room was playing some sea shanty, but the man at the bar didn't seem to be listening to it. He was hunched over a half-empty mug with his eyes closed. As Martyn slowly made his way over, he was almost convinced the other man was asleep, had it not been for the way his hand was clenched tightly around the mug handle.

"Uh…Sausage?"

The other man shrieked and jumped, eyes flying wide open and sloshing ale over the floor. He whined at the sight of it, grumbling as he stood to get a mop from the corner. "Look what you made me do, Martyn! Now the floor is all wet…"

"Ah, my bad." Martyn took the mop and quickly helped clean up the mess. It only took a few minutes, and once they were done both of them sat down at the bar again. Sausage let out a heavy sigh, resting his head on the table.

"So, uh…what are you doing awake so late?" Martyn finally asked. Sausage hummed before lifting his head and grinning.

"Drinking myself silly, of course! Isn't it obvious?" He giggled again after saying it, but Martyn could hear the insecurity in his voice.

He raised an eyebrow, staring at him as the music faded out only to restart the same song.

"Don't look at me like that! What, you think I'm lying? Why would I lie?" Sausage demanded, oddly defensive considering Martyn hadn't actually said a word to him.

Martyn shrugged. "I dunno, just seems to me like there's something on your mind."

"The only thing on my mind is coin and ale." Sausage said with a huff, crossing his arms like that sealed the deal. Martyn hummed, getting up to pour two more mugs for them both.

They sat in silence for a while, nothing but the music in the background between them. After Sausage had drained about half of his mug, though, he leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Hey, Martyn. Where did you come from?"

Martyn hesitated for a second. He couldn't exactly tell him he fell from the sky after going through Doc's new strange portal. "I, uh, dunno. Some island nearby. Washed up on shore a few days ago, and now I'm here. You know how it is."

Thankfully, Sausage didn't seem to be in the mood to press him for information. He just hummed, staring up at the ceiling. Mihawk the macaw was sleeping in the nearby windowsill, and Sausage seemed to be watching him very carefully. "I've been on the Isles for a long time, you know."

Martyn nodded, tracing the rim of his mug with a finger. "I kinda assumed."

"I'm not the only one though. Kyle's been here a while, too. And Scott! Oh boy, he's been here since he was just a little bitty baby! But you know, you get to know people when you're here for a while. I have some good friends."

Martyn hummed, unsure where the other man was going with this. But Sausage didn't even seem to realize he was there anymore. He was just talking to the ceiling at this point. "The other day…at that weird island the recruiter sent us to…"

Martyn let out a small, unintelligible, "Oh." That whole incident had been…strange. And eerie. And creepy. And he still hated knowing that that weird little purple thing was running over the Isles somewhere, completely free. He didn't know why the others were letting it go after what they'd seen. If it had been up to him, he'd have tied an anchor to it and dropped it into the sea as soon as it appeared on the Isles.

"I never really talked to Aimsey all that much. They seemed nice, but I mean, they are a Kite, and you know how it is with them…but she'd come over and talk to Guqqie a lot, and the two of them were so close. And Guqqie…" Sausage's voice became very, very small.

Martyn felt awful. Of course, Sausage was worried about his friend. The other Kestrel, Guqqie. Martyn hadn't exactly been fond of her for the little amount of time they'd spoken, but she was a Kestrel, so it made sense that she was probably decently close with Sausage, right? It only made sense he'd be worried about them.

"I…don't know what happened to Aimsey." Martyn murmured, keeping his voice low. Out of respect? He didn't know. Truth was, he didn't really know anything about anything about this place, but he had a feeling he was about to get wrapped up in something very, very bad here. "But didn't those people say they wanted Guqqie for a job? So she'll come back with money, right?"

Sausage shook his head. "That's just it. If it was just a job, she should've been back by now. Something's not right with this. And what if…what if they're actually…gone?"

Martyn's stomach sank. "Gone…gone, as in, like, dead? Dead gone?"

Sausage took a deep breath. "I…I don't know. I'm just…just…" He put his face in his hands and groaned, scrubbing at his face furiously. When he raised his head again, his eyes were red and the fake smile had returned. "Oh, but I'm probably worried over nothing! Aimsey probably just got lost fighting a whole bunch of slimy purple monsters, and Guqqie is probably just so overloaded with coin they have to take more than one trip! Both of them are fine, I'm sure!"

Martyn watched the other man stand up and down the rest of his mug in one big gulp. He giggled as he slid the empty mug across the counter to him. "Don't stay up too late drinking, Martyn! We got another big day of pirating tomorrow! Goodnight!" He watched with narrowed eyes as Sausage practically ran back up the stairs.

In the background, the jukebox began to skip. Martyn got up to take the disc out before it could really start getting under his skin. He set it on the rack alongside the other discs they had, then glanced up at the stairs leading to the upper floor of the Kestrels home. Sausage had clearly been genuinely really worried over the two missing pirates, Aimsey and Guqqie. Martyn had only been here for a few days, and already he knew–this was going to be a difficult one.

#thinking about pirates if you can't tell #specifically the pirates who've lived on the Isles for a while and probably know each other #might do another thing related to Scott later because I can see myself becoming obsessed with his character ngl #mcyt #fanfiction #martyn littlewoood #martyn itlw #martyn inthelittlewood #itlw #itlwlore #eyesandears #eh kinda?#i mean i have vague mentions to it but it's more of a brief character study tbh #oh well ill keep it #pirates smp #pirates #scurvyblr #pow creations #gonna post on ao3 tomorrow #can't be bothered to get my laptop to tag rn

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