are you a pirate or a coward? BxG

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    Yep there's the part I was expecting, he thought. Logan wrote down everything placing the piece of paper to the side. "Well thank you for the lovely story I found it very interesting. And thank you for the apple as well, you have very good manners for someone your age."

    Now there's a shocker, he thought. "Well make sure to tell her thanks for me as well," he said with a smile. "Now I have some work to do I could use some peace."

    Evelyn smiled at him, nodding in response, leaving the bowl for him before she headed out the door she entered through not long before. Meanwhile, a certain white-haired captain was shouting orders out on the deck.

    Logan continues to write stopping occasionally as he swayed with the ship. Soon enough you'll be back in Eaglebay and you can leave all of this behind you, and forces marriage, how Lovely, he thouggt sarcastically.

    By the time night fell, Nora was the only one out on deck, her eyes narrowed into the mist. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The white-haired captain glared into the abyss, What is it?

    "Now what was that about manners you were lecturing me about earlier," he teased walking up next to her. His shoes clicking against the wood. "Something out in the most got you spooked?"

    "It's nothing-", just as she was turning to face him, she staggered back slightly. Nora looked down slowly, her eyes making contact with an arrow that had stuck itself in her side. The albino coughed, blood splattering the planks, "Well, that doesn't look good."

    Logan stood shocked looking around in panic. "Well of course not you've got a fucking arrow stuck in you," he exclaimed. He grabbed her arm, "Lets hurry up and get inside."

    The white-haired girl stumbled, her light-headedness causing her to lose her balance. A ship appeared through the mist, one man dropping onto the deck. A hood covered his eyes, but it failed to conceal the smirk on his lips, "If it isn't the Crimson Fairy! Although it isn't like you to drop your guard so easily, I must admit! Are you feeling alright?"

    OOC: OMG IT'S KINGDOM HEARTS


    IC: Logan grabbed her before she could fall over as he looked over at the man. Think Logan think, he thought urgently. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK," he screamed.

    "I'm afraid it's too late for that," the blonde boy laughed, before jumping from the edge of the boat and leaping back onto his own. A moment later, the rest of the crew piled onto the deck.


    Leon ran up to Logan, scowling at the silhouette of the ship in the mist before it faded away, "Dammit." The black-haired man looked down at Nora, his eyes widening, "Patrick! The captain's hurt!"

    "I-I-I-I'm sorry there wasn't....anyrhing I could do everything happened so fast," he explained. "I just walked out from the cabin and it all just happened so fast."

    "I could have done something though," he muttured softly. Logan couldn't help but feel guilty watching the girl be taken from his arms, such and odd connection in such a short time, but what was it.

    The black-haired male smiled sadly at him, pulling his hand away from his shoulder, "Not against an assassin like him. None of us could have done anything, so don't feel at fault."


    Nora's breathing was heavy, her skin as white as a sheet. Patrick rested his hand on the arrow, holding her hand with his other. After a quiet warning, he pulled the arrow from her body, the girl whimpering in pain as her hand squeezed his. The green-haired man poured alcohol onto a cloth before dabbing her wound with it. She hissed at the sting of the alcohol, her hold on his hand tightening momentarily.

    Logan opened the door to the cabin just enough for him to stick his head in. "How's she doing," he asked stepping in the rest of the way looking at the arrow in Patrick's hand. "We'll that answers one question."