The Age where we ruled the seas (DreamSMP Pirate AU/Ride the Tides AU)

The Great Pirates On Lady Yearn

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The sky was clear as the ship cut across the dark ocean underneath. The crew ran about, swabbing the deck, manning the sails etcetera. Captain SapNap or Mad Sea was manning the helm with Pockets the Parrot.

"Sir! We're low on food."

Wilbur informed, running up the steps to his Captain.

"We're pirates Wil! You can drop the formalities, we're all friends here."

SapNap smiled at the other, his golden, fang-like canines showing as he did so.

"I was planning on stopping at a port about a day's trip away so this works out smoothly."

He says nonchalantly, rolling back his shoulders, Pocket's scwaking in protest as he is forced to move from his spot.

"Oh, that does work pretty well. Who do you plan to retrieve the supplies?" "Hm, I'd say Me, George and Dream. You and Pocket's can watch over the men and ship. What do we need?" "So many for such a small trip? I'll have George make a list for you three."

SapNap nodded and sighed, looking up a bit, his hat not doing much in the means of blocking out the sun. He looks back at Wilbur.

"Even pirates can grow tired of the sea Soot. I need my feet to touch firm ground, the rocking of the ship is making me go crazy." "I understand but are three necessary? I feel like you'd make an unwanted scene." "Any form of attention is wanted attention Soot! Also I know that those two will be able to get the stuff without getting lost, I however plan on exploring!"

SapNap explained excitedly. Wilbur smiled a little at that. Even if SapNap was his Captain with a gut of steel he still acted like a rogue teenager. He nodded and went back to the main deck, getting George. Mad Sea looks at his compass and grins.

"We'll be there by dawn if the wind stays up like this."

He muttered to himself.

"Flowers?"

Pockets asked, tipping his head to the side.

"I'll see if they have any. What colour?" "Purple" "Alright!" "Corn?" "You're such a needy bird."

SapNap laughed quietly, shoving a hand in his pocket and pulling out three dried kernels of corn. Pockets happily accepted this, whistling and bobbing his head happily for the next fifteen minutes.

The sea lightly crashed into the figurehead, carved out of wood to look like a siren. The smell of salt and sea foam along with the crying of seagulls was daily to each crew member yet it always would remind them of their home and like the tide, they'd always be drawn back to it.

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  "What did Pocket's look like Grandfather?"

RanBoo asked quietly.

"I think he's red!" "I think he was grey! Or maybe green!" "Red is a better colour!" "No! Green is!"

Tommy and Tubbo started arguing but RanBoo hit the two on the back of the head and they quieted, looking towards their grandfather for the real answer.

"Hm, I'd say he was grey with a yellow face but others say he was red with blue and yellow feathers."

All three of the boy's eyes lit up at that.

"Do you think mum will let me have a parrot?"

Tommy asked expectantly. The man shook his head and laughed, ruffling the child's hair.

"I doubt she will Toms."

The blond pouted but sighed, staying quiet. The man smiled and gave them all a strawberry bon-bons. (you know what I'm talking about if you search it up)