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The waves were gentle, the breeze calm and cool, the sun warm. The day was perfect, Leon felt wonderful. He leaned over the edge of the wooden rails, taking in the beautiful morning. Breathing in, he quickly pulled away from the railing and headed below deck to the kitchens. The lower deck was considerably darker than above deck. It was musty but he pushed through, it was breakfast time and he couldn't miss it. If he did, Mathieu would gather all of it and throw or save it for another time. Or Alfred would eat all the food before he could. Leon pushed through the doors and stumbled into the dinning room. The eyes of the crew snapped over to him, rushing to sit down Arthur groaned. Sitting next to Jett, Leon sighed. He hated the sighs and glares he got from the Captain. Jett smiled and patted his back,
"Made it just in time, Mate! You nearly missed breakfast," The hyperactive naturalist laughed and went back to eating his food.
In the mornings Mathieu would make a variety of things. It could be a mashup of leftovers from dinner or french toast, maybe eggs and bacon, or even a feast of breakfast options. it all depended on how Mathieu felt in the mornings. Captain Arthur, Leon liked to call him just "Arthur", has offered to help with meals but Mathieu and Francis would always deny his offerings. Which was a good choice, Arthur would burn the whole ship down. Leon had always found people interesting, you'd never find the same person twice. That one person was unique, unique to only themselves. He likes finding out more about people, getting to know them and understand them. Maybe it was weird, maybe it was creepy, but he wanted to know more about "People''.
To him, Arthur was snarky and judgmental. Though, he was strong and smart. He had his pros and cons. Arthur had an attitude, a strong one in fact. He was interested in magic and money. He wanted almost everything you could think of. But he is really bad at cooking.
Mathieu, on the outside, was quiet and gentle. He could be considered a character in a fairy tail. Sadly, Leon noticed that most people don't remember the poor guy. Even Arthur would forget sometimes. On the inside, Mathieu was crazy. His hidden traits were like Alfred’s. They were jumpy, bubbly, and loud. Mathieu made breakfast, never lunch, then he'd help Francis with dinner. Leon still could not understand why Mathieu hid his true traits. He might never know.
Jett was a total different story. He was crazy. Absolutely crazy. You might see him taming a pelican or even a spider that lived under the floor boards. He walked loudly and talked loudly. He was just LOUD. But he was funny, he had that going for him. Leon enjoyed the guys company.
Francis seemed one of the calmest out of their group(Other than Oliver). The man had great hair and a stupid personality (Not like Leon's judging). Francis was flirty but respected the person's consent. He was good at cooking and worked in the kitchens during lunch and dinner. He was also the only one that could calm Arthur down. Leon liked Francis, he was cool(No, he just made really good food).
Looking around the table, Leon searched for some left over food that might be lying around. Spotting some bacon on the far side, he pushed his chair back and grabbed his plate. He hurried over to grab the last pieces of bacon before a certain someone can take them. Leon snatched the bacon and made a run for it,
"HEY!" Alfred looked back and forth between Leon and where the bacon used to be, "I was going to eat those!"
Leon stuck out his tongue, "Not like you needed them!"
The blonde gasped and put a hand to his heart, "How could you bro?"
Alfred. How would he explain Alfred... A pig. A strong fucking pig. A Boar. He was a... happy, loud type of person. He always seemed to have some sort of energy. Maybe it was positive, maybe it wasn't. The times when Alfred got upset were always really weird. No one really knew how to deal with it. Mathieu usually just talked to him privately and they'd come back and the big boar would be happy again. Alfred was strange in a good way.
Going back over to Jett, he pulled his chair out and started to bite at the room temperature bacon. Grumbling he ate the pieces. Jett patted him on the back and ran out of the dinning room to do who knows what.
“You're lucky you even got anything, Leon," Ah there he was. Oliver tilted his head and sighed.
"Extremely lucky, i'm glad Alfred didn't eat them," he shrugged as he stuffed the last piece into his mouth.
Oliver smiled, "good thing you even got up."
Oliver was calm and had the heart and mind of an old man. He helped keep the ship from exploding and did a lot of the chores. If you didn't get to it yet, he would. (But underneath all those kind actions and words, if you dug a bit deeper, he could be an ass) Oliver was a good guy, probably Leon's favorite.
Getting up in the mornings was always hard. He couldn't tell if he was happy or sad once he saw the wooden panels above his head. Leon still wasn't used to the new environment. But he was happy that he got along with most of the Crew. The crew of the Queen Elizabeth. Ironic isn't it? Leon thought it was a funny name for a ship. Sorta narcissistic. He could tell that Arthur was devoted to his motherland, England. Leon wasn't going to shame it, his old ship name was stupid too. Maybe everything was stupid. He did seem to use that word a lot. Stupid...
Leon pushed out of his seat and left his plate on the table. Francis rolled his eyes and swooped over to pick up the abandoned plate. Leon ran his hands through his hair and went up to the upper deck. Today was his turn to mop it down. He searched for the pail and a mop. The last time was Jett's turn, he never put the mop and pail in the right place.
"Jett?" Leon called out, looking for the tall, sun burnt brunette.
The man poked his head out from around a corner, a beetle crawling up his arm, "Yeah, Leon?"
The teen shuddered, ew, "Where'd you put th-"
A canon like noise sailed through the air. And in a second something hit the Queen Elizabeth, shooting through the Beam. A cannonball. Screams electrified the air as people rushed for the canons. A Ship. Another Pirate ship had seemed to approach The Queen Elizabeth. How did no one notice a giant ass ship come towards us??
The ship got closer, the queen's men were knocked off balance and thrown around the ship. The canons from the other ship roared.
“DAMMIT, DON'T LET THEM ON BOARD!"
The rival ship sent a plank to reach the Queen Elizabeth. The ship had multiple flags. The crosses stood out the most. Scandinavian flags... In his haze, the Scandinavians had crossed the plank and joined them on the Queen Elizabeth. Her British flag still strung high. Pulling out his gun, Leon rushed for cover. He sat behind a barrel as he listened to the roar of the fight. Don't be a coward. get out there and fight. You're a Pirate too. Get up. GET UP. Leon turned to look in front of the barrel. He raised his gun, spotting an enemy.
Time seemed to freeze as he made eye contact with the other boy. His breath seemed to leave his body and disappear into the air. The boy was beautiful. He had flawless white skin. It was pale and looked like milk. His hair was slightly curled in all the right places. It framed his face with perfection. His hair was a pale blonde white. It seemed to glow under the sun. His eyes were like lilacs, like a full field of flowers. Leon never realized how much he liked that color till now. The others eyes were also doe like. Wide and watery. He was slim and maybe a bit shorter than Leon. The boy's face was round, almost a child like round. Everything about the other seemed to draw Leon in. His beauty was remarkable, he was different. His hair, eyes and skin, all different. Leon has never seen someone look the way the boy did. Leon wanted to know more about the pale blonde. He wanted to know his name, his interests, personality, favorite foods, favorite things, where he came from, who he was, and wanted to know what his voice sounded like. Would it be soft like Oliver's? Loud like Alfred's? Snarky like Arthur's? Silky like Francis'? He wanted to know, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted-
A smack on the back of his head snapped him out of his daydream.
"Eirikur? Did he hurt you?"
In a flash, everything went dark.