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The captain of the Aoba ship clenched the wheel, watching the sailors as their own ship came closer. Cannons fired, screams sounded, and here he could do nothing but watch in horror. "Captain! They have weapons much superior to ours! What do we do?!" His second in command yelled from the desk, pulling the captain from his daze. "No matter what! Don't surrender! We are not weak!" He yelled back to his whole crew. His crew nodded and grabbed their guns, taking their places and firing back at the approaching sailor ship, however, no matter what they did, they were eventually boarded.
The captain was the last man standing or not taken captive as he kept firing, his teeth clenched in fury as he screamed out curses before he as well went down. They dragged him kicking and screaming onto their ship and threw them in front of their own captain.
"Captain Yahaba Shigeru, a wanted pirate... dead or alive." The captain of the sailors said with a bored tone, holding out a worn poster with the pirate's own face upon it. "You better behave on my ship if you don't want to become a corpse- like all the rest of your crew."
Shigeru yelled out, lunging at him and actually managing to throw a punch at him before he was pulled down again. The sailor held his jaw and stared down at Shigeru in fury, kicking him in the side of the head. "I will break you, mutt!" He snarled, earning a spit from Shigeru.
"Fucking try me." He managed to grin, despite the splitting headache he now had. The sailor's captain let out a 'tsk' before waving him away. "Take him down to the cells. I don't want to see his face," he commanded, turning his back as his men dragged Shigeru below the deck and threw him into a cell.
Shigeru lay in the cell on the wet and dirty floor, feeling mud sink into his once beautiful teal and royal purple overcoat. He sighed and closed his eyes, wishing he was back on his own ship like a usual day.
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"Hey. Hey, wake up, idiot." Shigeru was shaken awake quite forcefully by a member of the Sailor ship he had been on for almost a week, just laying there on the floor. He hadn't eaten for who knows how long and was just fine with it, however, the smell of soup wafted in his nostrils. Yahaba's silver hair, no longer soft from not washing it, fell in front of his face as he slowly turned his head to the Sailor. A fierce amber bore into his own dull brown eyes as the sailor huffed. "Finally. I brought you some food, eat it or I'll shove it down your throat."
Shigeru tried to sit up, but he felt his ribs cracking and sharply inhaled, flopping onto his back. After clenching his eyes for a second he opened them again and chuckled at the amber-eyed sailor, trying again. The result was the same, sharp stabbing pains in his chest followed by even more pain that couldn't be described. Before Shigeru tried a third time, the sailor pushed him back down.
"Stop that, you'll puncture your lungs or something if you keep moving so carelessly like that." He said with a frown, Shigeru staring up at him with narrowed eyes. "Yeah? Well, what do you care." He spat out, only to have his mouth filled with the taste of metal and soup. "I smuggled this food for you, didn't I?" The sailor shrugged as he took back the spoon from Shigeru's lips. "Do you really think our piece of shit captain would care enough to actually want you alive?"
That earned a short laugh from Shigeru. "So even the crew hate your captain, hm?" He asked with a hum, as he felt the spoon jab at his lips again. "Nah, just me I guess." The sailor used his free hand to scratch at his strange hair, which was blonde with black stripes. Shigeru wondered what kind of crazy thing the sailor did to create such a hairstyle, though he quite liked it if he was honest. "Oh?" He asked from the floor, a small grin on his face. "And why's that?"
The sailor gave him another spoonful as he sighed. "That sadistic man kidnapped half of his crew, you can guess where I am in this story. But the other half of the crew, his original half, basically beat us until we were at his complete loyalty." Shigeru hummed, speaking once the spoon was out of his mouth. "So why aren't you loyal?"
"Damn, so many questions.. Because I don't like him." He answered shortly, earning a puff of laughter from Shigeru. "So you have to respect someone to be loyal, huh?" That earned a hesitant nod from the Sailor. "I guess so. If I don't like the guy, then I could honestly care less. " He explained, shoving another spoonful of soup into Shigeru's face, Shigeru gratefully taking it.
"So why are you helping me?" He asked as he took the appliance out of his mouth with his own bruised hand.
"Because that fucker hasn't gotten a fist to the face since I was pulled on board."
Shigeru stared at him then started to laugh, covering his hands over his mouth to suppress his giggles. After he was calmed down, he smiled up at the sailor. "So what's your name, sailor?" He asked, the sailor putting the bowl aside. "Kentarou Kyoutani." He addressed before turning his head back to Shigeru. "What about yourself?"
"Shigeru Yahaba," Yahaba said his name proudly as he held out his hand, Kentarou taking it in his own large and tan one and allowing a shake.
"I'll look forward to seeing you again," Shigeru said as he noticed Kentarou getting up, though all he heard was a grunt before Kentarou paused. "I'll be back tomorrow night... hopefully."