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Lucius wiggles his toes into the sand.
Stede’s an odd little captain,
but I could get used to days like this.
He turns his face up to the sun.
Pete tilts his head,
examines their sand sculpture.
Needs more seaweed.
And some shells.
Roach has shells, we could steal some.
He nods at the seashell-paved road
leading up to the gate of Roach’s sandcastle.
Now, now, none of that.
Stede’s shadow falls over them.
No piracy today, we’re on vacation!
Just go down to the shore,
there are plenty of shells for everyone.
He scurries off,
begging Frenchie and Wee John
to stop firing cannons
(coconuts)
at each other.
Lucius rolls his eyes at Pete,
who shakes his head,
smiling.
Blackbeard sits
alone,
back against a lone
palm,
watching the crew.
No, Lucius amends.
He’s watching Stede.
He wonders
if he should give the co-captains a nudge
(again)
but he decides to just let things go.
they’ll figure it out.
Eventually.
Stede sees Ed looking at him and
grins;
Lucius barely holds in a giggle.
Adorable, those two.
Lucius wriggles his toes
deeper into the cool sand.
Yes, he likes this vacation thing.