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𝔜𝔬𝔲 stood on the aft deck again. More slouched against the railing than you'd been the day before, more cleaned up and polished but also more relaxed. You weren't sure why, but the one thought kept running through your mind; you hadn't apologized, and he'd seemed fine with it. The thought was occasionally accompanied by the image of him smirking, arms folded, standing in front of you. And the way he'd seemed to be waiting for your knock, facing the passageway and everything. 

And the Elvish... how did he know Elvish? You tried to recall all you'd heard about elves. They were a branch of fae, one of the more humanoid ones. They lived in the wooded mountains far beyond either country's borders... they were, according to lore, fantastically wise, amazing warriors, and all stunningly beautiful. There were very few who knew Elvish; mostly scholars, select tradesmen, the reigning monarch of each neighboring country, and the heir to the respective thrones. The language was ridiculously difficult to master, and generally regarded as pretty but useless by the common people of the continent, as the elves were remarkably self sufficient and had only recently opened trade with other countries. Nothing you'd heard had said an elf had come to Kozmir, and nothing gave a reason that this pirate captain-- general-- whatever he was--  should know the language. 

You didn't even know the language. And it might sound petty, but you didn't like Blind Diamond knowing something you didn't. 

"Y/N," somebody behind you said, causing you to spin around. It was David. 

"Hi." You said, a little smile on your face. Glad it wasn't the pirate captain, definitely glad. Not a tiny bit disappointed in the slightest. 

"I don't have too long, just wanted to check on you." David said, smiling slightly back at you, though he still looked a little worried. 

"I'm okay." You responded, because he looked like he needed some reassurance. 

"I gotta get going, Race is going to show me how to trim the sails." Davey said. "Sailing is harder than it looks." 

"It doesn't look too easy." You observed, and he grinned. 

"Yeah, it doesn't, does it. I'm also supposed to tell you that Kid Blink wants to know if you want to spar." David glanced around, making sure nobody was watching, and rolled his eyes. 

"What, jealous?" You asked, leaning back against the railing. 

"Definitely not. And you're starting to sound like him, so watch yourself." 

"Hey!" You stood upright, fake-scowling at David. 

He laughed. "How's the plan going?" He asked quickly. "Before I have to go." 

You thought back on your suspicion, and the tiny events that were proving you right a little at a time. "Good, I think. Believe it or not." 

"It's hard to. I mean, who likes you?" Davey teased, skipping back out of reach as you pretended to kick him. "Anyway, I do need to get going. No need for suspicion. But Y/N... be careful, yeah?" 

"Yeah. You too, Davey." You said, looking at him with a solemn nod. "Don't try and show off for your new besties and fall out of the rigging." You added with a little smirk. "Maybe you should stay out of the rigging altogether, you're not very coordinated." 

Ignoring his frustrated play-growl, you swept past him with your chin held high and a sparkle of mischief in your eyes. "Love you, Daveyyy." 

"Suure. Bye, Y/N." 

When you got back to the main deck, you glanced around, looking for the pirate captain and realizing you should have asked David where you were supposed to meet him. A soft thump sounded from behind you, and you turned around to see him standing there, one hand still holding the rope he'd apparently slid down, his other thumb hooked through his belt loop as he grinned at you. Thankfully, he had a shirt on.

"Hey, Princess. Fancy seeing you here." 

You raised an eyebrow slightly, choosing not to comment and instead saying, "I believe you wanted to spar?" 

He nodded and pulled a sword from the sheath on his back, flipping it around and offering it to you handle first. When you took it he drew his own, dropping into a casual fighting stance. 

"Ready?" You asked. 

"Ready. Watch out for the ropes this time." He winked at you, and you gritted your teeth and went on the attack. 

He seemed surprised at your quickness, bringing his blade up to block your moves with barely there speed. But a block was a block, and your arm jolted from the solidity of a couple of them. Knowing he had you overpowered brute-strength wise and probably stamina wise as well, you fell back on your speed, raining lightning fast blows down any open space you could. He managed to lock your blade with his, his face hovering with that maddening grin between the points of the swords. 

"Good," He praised, and you frowned, breaking the hold and stepping quickly to the side, letting his momentum catch him off balance and pressing your advantage, twisting your blade down his and sending it flying from his hand, just as you'd attempted to do the day before. 

"Yield?" You asked, a small smirk on your face as you cocked an eyebrow at the boy. 

"Yield." He said, still grinning. "Very good work, Princess." 

"You as well. But, obviously, not good enough." You replied, hesitating before offering him the hilt of your sword. He shook his head, slinging the sheath from over his neck. 

"You keep this one. I do want this to be a frequent occurrence after all." He smirked a bit at your surprised expression as he handed you the sheath. "Do me a favor, Princess? Go tell Crutchy what you want for lunch... and that we're stopping at Ayzar tomorrow." 

And with that he tugged on the end of the rope, and it shot up with him hanging on the end, and you turned to go talk to Crutchy. 


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