Pretty Pirate (derogatory)

Saphir of Askia, second son of the royal family, wakes up on a pirate ship, hungover and with absolutely no recollection of the night before. There, he meets Rain, the captain of the ship. He learns that he cannot leave the ship until the next time they reach land, which is two weeks later. Stuff happens then.

Notes:

Heya! This is an original work, entirely imagined by me !
Any resemblance with any piece of existing media is absolutely not volontary ! Enjoy !

Chapter Text

The first thing Saphir felt when he woke up was cold.
The cold was sinking under his flesh to his bones and, if there was one thing he hated feeling, it was cold. He groaned and reached for his plaid and, instead, he felt another person next to him. His eyes shot open and he thought:

"What the fuck?"

He tried his best to remember what happened, he couldn't. He sat up and looked around and realized he didn't know where the hell he was. He quickly glanced down at himself and saw that he was, thankfully, not naked. That was a good thing, he didn't do anything too dumb the night before. He didn't bother looking at the person next to him and quietly left the room. He walked through a long corridor and found a door that probably lead to somewhere outside.

He opened that door and stood there, completely dumbfounded. He was on a ship. A fucking ship. A fucking PIRATE SHIP.

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