Till the world's end|| (pirate!au) -'๑'-Ateez

Tugging threads

The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft pinks and oranges as the ship sailed steadily through the tranquil waters. Mingi stood at the helm, his hands firm on the wheel, his eyes focused on the distant horizon. The gentle rocking of the ship beneath him was a familiar rhythm, and the salty breeze carried the promise of a new day.In the crow's nest high above, Yunho perched with a watchful eye on the surroundings. The morning sun glistened on his face as he scanned the endless expanse of the sea. His connection with the ocean ran deep, and his silent vigilance was a testament to the trust the crew placed in his keen observations.

above in the captain's quarters, Hongjoong lay sprawled across his bunk. The fatigue of the previous night's events lingered in the lines of exhaustion on his face. The rhythmic creaking of the ship and the distant sounds of the crew's activities acted as a lullaby, coaxing him into a deep, well-deserved slumber.

The ship sailed onward, guided by Mingi's steady hand, while Yunho maintained his watchful post in the crow's nest. As the morning unfolded, the crew prepared for another day at sea, unaware of the challenges that awaited them on the shores of Haiti.

The galley was bathed in the soft glow of flickering lanterns, casting warm shadows on the wooden walls. The rhythmic creaking of the ship seemed to synchronize with the sizzling sounds emanating from the stove. Seonghwa moved with grace, his hands working with the precision of a seasoned chef.

San and Wooyoung, seated at the sturdy oak table, watched with genuine admiration as Seonghwa effortlessly maneuvered around the cramped space. The scent of food mingled with the sea air, creating an intoxicating aroma that wrapped around them like a comforting embrace.

Seonghwa's fingers danced across the utensils, each movement deliberate and practiced. He flipped a pancake with a skillful flick of the wrist, the golden-brown surface tempting the appetite of the onlookers. The soft crackle of the cooking fire added a rustic melody to the symphony of shipboard sounds. Wooyoung and San, sat by the makeshift dining area, their eyes fixed on Seonghwa's culinary prowess.

"Seonghwa Hyung, you make it look so easy," Wooyoung remarked, eyes fixed on the culinary spectacle.

Seonghwa winked, his eyes twinkling with a blend of humility and pride. "Years of practice, my son. Cooking for a crew is an art of its own."

San leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "And you've been with Captain Hongjoong for a long time, right?"

Seonghwa nodded, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "Since the beginning. We've weathered many storms together, both on the sea and in life."

Curiosity brimming, Wooyoung couldn't help but inquire, "Hyung, what does Captain like to eat?" His eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as if plotting something intriguing.

Seonghwa glanced at the duo suspiciously, catching onto their hidden motives.

"Are you planning to cook for him?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. The mischievous spark in Wooyoung's eyes only confirmed his suspicion. "What's the sudden interest in the captain's culinary preferences?"

Wooyoung exchanged a conspiratorial glance with San before answering, "We were thinking, maybe if we cook something for him, he might warm up to us a bit. Breakfast, you know? The most important meal of the day."

Seonghwa chuckled at their sincerity, realizing the earnest effort behind their proposal. "Well, Captain does appreciate a good meal. Just keep it simple, and you might win him over," he advised, resuming his culinary dance.

With Seonghwa's subtle approval, Wooyoung and San eagerly volunteered to take charge of breakfast for the crew. The galley became a lively hub of activity as they scoured the available ingredients, huddled in whispered discussions about the captain's potential taste preferences.