Our muses are now two pirate captains racing to find a legendary treasure trove.
He smirked as he stood tall at the wheel to his ship. Pitch looked down at his compass before glancing back towards the other with a smirk. “We’re on our way. Think you can keep up?”
Vult was disorientated, and for a few moments everything was silent. He barely noticed someone approaching, and suddenly he could hear the storm, the waves hitting against the ship and Pitch. He thought he saw an expression the captain rarely showed, but simply thought he was seeing things as he was on his feet. “I’m fine, just a bit lightheaded…” He muttered and rubbed his head, land looked down at his hand seeing a bit of blood from where he hit the mast.
He knelt down next to Vult despite the rain messing with his vision. He helped the male up and wiped away some of the rain on the male’s face before spotting the blood. His features fell and shook his head. “Fuck. We son’t have time for this. Come on.” He lifted Vult up into his arms and towards his cabin. “You will need to stay here. Fuck…” He groaned knowing he had to control the wheel.
Vult winced from the movement, but was grateful for the rain being wiped from his face. He groaned softly when Pitch picked him up and found himself back in the captain’s quarter. “I’ll be fine…you need to steer the ship, or fear will take over the crew,” he responded, trying to tell the other he was alright and that he was needed elsewhere.