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Thank God’s they made it to port.
Heavy rain lashes against the deck of the Victoria Punk, each drop providing beat to the percussion on weathered wood. Howling and whistles to be heard clearly over the heavy thrum. The Kid Pirates work diligently to secure the masts and dock lines so they might retreat into the ships hull.
Killer slams the door behind him, pulling the striped mask from his crown, discarding it on the desk. Kid fiddles with intertwined strings, saved by Wire who assumes the task of unlacing Heat from his water-logged corset.
Soaked locks shake water onto the floor as remnants of wear make way off bodies. Calloused hands pull each other to the mattress. Tangled limbs dance as they settle under the covers. Skin against skin, the warmth spreads quickly under the sheets. A welcome change in atmosphere.
Sometimes rain is a blessing.