Y/N has always loved the ocean and always wanted to travel across the world. One day, Y/N is swimming in the ocean by shore and soon after, as she was packing up, she meets pirates. After that she didn't remember a thing. Another group of pirates ha...
After a long while, Y/N finally began to wake up, Her head spinning and vision blurry. She lets out a quiet groan as her vision starts to become more clear. She was in a small cabin, the bed looked very well made, there was a long and wide window opposite the bed that showed a great view of the ocean and facing the window was a table and chair. On the table lay a map with a diagram of the ocean and labels of different islands, pirate ships and owned land. She got up, taking in every detail of the cabin. It Was like being in a fairytale. Her eyes were then captivated to the window that shown the outside world. Gazing at the distance, she wondered how far from home she really was now...the thought of her family and her last interaction made her wonder if they really cared if she had gone now..would they be looking for her..?
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The sound of footsteps above her, muffled voices and....music..? Took her out of her thoughts. She looked towards to door and quietly opened it, making her way upstairs to the top deck. The music started to get louder and clearer the closer she got to the top. She peaked her head up to investigate. A small group sat together eating a load of food that was laid out on a pretty big table. They were all laughing and drinking with one another.
Y/N's breath hitched as she took in the scene before her. The deck was a lively contrast to the quiet and serene cabin below. The crew, though rough around the edges, seemed carefree, their laughter mingling with the upbeat music that echoed across the deck. It was hard to believe they were pirates, with how much they seemed like a close-knit group of friends enjoying a feast.
Her eyes wandered over each of them, trying to gauge what kind of people they were. Mina, with her bright pink hair, was easily the most animated of the bunch, her laughter infectious as she playfully elbowed Denki, who was in the middle of telling some exaggerated tale. Denki grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he gestured wildly, clearly enjoying the attention.
Sero was more laid-back, his easy smile never faltering as he leaned back in his chair, watching the others with an amused expression. He looked like the type who always had a witty remark ready, though he seemed content to let the others take the spotlight for now.
Kirishima, with his striking red hair and sharp features, was the most noticeable, not just because of his appearance, but because of the way he exuded a warm, almost protective presence. He was quick to refill Mina's drink when it ran low and threw his head back in a hearty laugh when Denki finished his story. There was something about him that felt... safe.
But it was the man sitting at the head of the table that drew her attention the most. Bakugo, the captain. He was quieter than the others, his intense gaze fixed on the horizon as if lost in thought. Even seated, there was something commanding about him, something that made it clear he was the one in charge. His blond hair was messy, and his sharp, crimson eyes were narrowed as he absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the table, the other hand holding a tankard.
