A Hunter's Treasure

Legacy

I'm giving random names to some of the crew members-- literally on the wiki page and the credits it names some of them 'sailor 1' 'sailor 3' 'sailor with hook' like c'mon-- y'all really couldn't name them?

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First Person P.O.V

"Hold still," I mumble to Jacob, holding the sewing needle between my fingers as I loop the thread through Jacob's wound.

He was sitting in front of me shirtless as I worked, his gaze fixated down on his wrapped up hand.

"That thing really messed you up, huh?" I question, looking over the bandaging as well.

Jacob bitterly exhales a soft chuckle, slowly unwrapping the bandage around his hand as I continue to stitch him up.

"If you know what's good for ya... you'll keep clear of the captain," Crisp speaks quietly to the other crew members, gaining my attention for a moment as I look up from Jacob's wound.

Yara sighs with a scowl, lowering her hook hand. "He was close enough to smell that red devil."

"But if he can't have the Bluster's hide, he'll have ours, to be sure!" Byron, an older crew member, murmurs fearfully.

I pause my movements as I look around at the crew, many of them already patched up by me with disheartened expressions on their faces. With a quiet sigh, I continue my work, ignoring the look Jacob gives me as he cranes his neck back to look up at me.

Jacob looks back down, slapping a hand on his knee with a tsk. "Why, it's gloomy as the Helgard trenches in here!"

"Jacob!" I hiss in a scolding manner as he hops off the table he was sitting on, forcing me to quickly walk around it to keep the thread attached to him.

"We've taken some right proper monsters on this hunt, and the royals will pay us accordingly," Jacob continues to speak to the others, trusting me to follow his movements as I loop the needle across the wound. "And then we'll come back, and we'll take that red devil!"

I look up in fond exasperation with a smile, glad Jacob still had his spirit.

"Can we beat it, Jacob? They say the Bluster moves the very sea," the young boy from before, Will, speaks up, frowning with uncertainty as he adjusts his braced arm.

"Aye," Jacob nods at this, grabbing his shirt on the stool beside him. "And it shoots fireballs out of its eyes, they say. It's enough to make your knees wobble."

"They do not say that," I say with a laugh, smacking his bicep lightly.

I unsheathe my dagger, slicing the thread as I remove my hand from his arm.

"Aye! They do!" he protests with his own grin, slipping his shirt over his head as he practically glows with confidence. "But I ain't afraid. 'Cause I'm on the Inevitable with you, and this lot."

He nods to me before looking around at the crew, tucking his shirt into his pants as he walks forward.

"This ship has taken more of them beasts than any other, and she's got the scars to prove it." Jacob continues speaking, holding a fist to his chest.

"As do we, Jacob!" Byron cackles, lowering his sleeve and revealing the scar along his forearm.

"Aye," Jacob muses as he turns to him, "And every hunter's scar is a life saved."

I sit down on the table Jacob was previously on, resting my elbows on my knees with my chin propped on the palms of my hands as I watch the scene with a smile.