𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐱 𝐘/𝐍

New things.

August 23, 1725
1:30 A.M.

"Rob!" I yell, throwing a brown glass bottle of beer at one of the crew members. He catches the bottle and pops it open. The group all do a little cheers thing as I walk over to the other side of the boat. "Y/n! Wanna dance?" I hear a female voice behind me. I turn to see one of my dearest friends, Isabella. "Hell yeah!" I say, smiling and grabbing her hand.

The music blares as we dance, only the fairy lights attached to the walls of the ship and mast lighting up the area. I laugh and I step away for a second, spinning her. She giggles as the action gets put into motion. "Well it was nice dancing with you, but I gotta go." I say, waving her off.

I go to the edge of the boat and place my foot on the surface keeping the boat together. I place my other foot on the surface and begin to walk, my right side facing the sea and my left facing the sky.

Wait, wait, wait... you thought I was just gonna continue the story like that? Cmon use the pebble in your head to good use.
How about an introduction, yeah? I'll start.

My name is Y/n L/n. I am 19 years old, and I was bitten by a weird colorful spider wearing a pirate hat. Pretty stupid, I know. But it was cuter in person.

Grew up in Italy... well kinda. I still own a houser there but me and my family mostly lived on the ship, our apartment in Italy was more like a hiding spot. But I like to call it a vacation house.

My mother was Italian, and she spoke Italian obviously. She still knew English but she chose to only speak Italian to me and my younger brother, as my father only spoke English around us. He did in fact know Italian, he learned it for my mother.

I have a little bit of an Italian accent when I speak English, so basically 24/7, but only people who intensely pay attention to stuff can notice it.

Got bitten by the spider in a cowboy hat when I was 14, saved my entire crew when I was 15, couldn't save my family at 16..

But hey, you gotta let go someday, and if you don't, you'll probably be fucking sad for the rest of your life. I don't have time for that.

After my family died, I decided to carry on my fathers legacy...well I didn't really have a choice anyway. BUT STILL!

Everyone on the ship knows I'm the one and only Sea-Spider, and I know what your about to say, "Oh well actually that could fuck up your entire universe..." If they were not trustworthy enough to keep that secret, they wouldn't be on my fucking ship.

I basically just help out with crimes at the islands and lands we stop at for food or appliance. My spider abilities also help when other crews on the water try to raid my ship. Believe it or not, ever since I took over, we have won every fight.

So there's my life story, your turn.

...

Okay then.

August 23, 1725
3:46 P.M.

I sit in my hammock with one of my legs hanging off of it, alone in my room. I have just woken up so staring at the ceiling and re-thinking life is what any rational person would do.