.: A feather in tranquil waters :.

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George hugged the pillow.. resting happily- well until he heard thrashing behind him.
"Mmm..." he tried to ignore it but he couldn't.. it was too loud

He slowly opened his eyes, grasping the pillow be held... another morning on this ship- better then his old home.

George briefly glanced over his shoulder, seeing frost trying to jump onto dreams wings but the blonde flicked frost off instantly.. causing frost to fall back between them.
"Pfft.." his smile grew softly.

Frost giggled as he landed back on the blanket, grasping dreams feathers before trying to climb up onto Dream again.

The brunette could hear dream groan in annoyance, trying to move the smaller away from him.

"I think someone wants to play." George sat up straight, looking over his shoulder at the window... a nice view of the island.. briefly covered in debris from the storm.

"It's too early..." Dream quietly groaned under his breath.. hiding under his wings.
"I don't want to get up and go outside yet." He mumbled.

"You have duties as a pirate captain." George looked back at Dream, seeing frost attempt to climb once more.
"You should go."

Dream flicked his wing again, causing frost to fall onto the bed.. falling into the blankets.
"Well, how about you command them
This morning." He yawned.. snuggling happily into the warmth.

"ME?!" George adjusted his posture, sitting up straight.. facing Dream with a shocked look.

"Is that a problem?" Dream lowered his wings, looking over his shoulder calmly.
"You know some what of what I do." He cocked a brow.
"Technically you are a captain as well.. we are together after all"

"Well- I-" George began to stutter.. he couldn't..

He was not even close to being a captain... a captain takes bravery, courage, strong and being over all smart-

And not also to mention the blonde was able to control an entire crew with little to few words... and had respect from all of them.

George had no control or had earned respect from the crew.
"I.." he went quiet, looking down at the blanket.

"Don't worry, they are all harmless and they know you." Dream had a soft smile, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand.
"I just need some rest.... I need them to set up camp on the island." He looked around, seeing where frost had went.
"As I assume they are slacking off."

George gripped the blanket, a little anxious.
"But-" he frowned.

"You need to learn to be on a ship some how." Dream continued to look around.. where the fuck did that kid go??

"I just.. I really don't fit in with your crew-" George looked at his hands before over at the door.
"I was human after all.." he mumbled.

"And they are half human.. what's the difference?" Dream looked back over his shoulder, tilting his head.
"They've already accepted you on the ship, they won't do anything bad- there just annoying at Times." He smiled.

"I can try.." George whispered, interlocking his fingers together.... He didn't feel like he belonged,,

Dream was about to speak, but was cut off when frost jumped from the window ledge- landing on Dreams chest.

The blonde let out a gasp, his feathered ears quickly pinning back as he watched frost happily lay on his chest.

"And maybe let him run around in the sand." Dream stared at frost, his ears pinning back in annoyance.
"It might help."