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100K Special - 4. Killer

Trope:
Stuck together
Word count: 12,431

A/n: Wow these are nearly finished! Thats crazy! I've loved every second of this!! Anyway without further ado, in fourth place, is Killer! Anyone expect that? I just love the man SO much!

The waves slapped against the sides of the Victoria Punk with a ferocity that promised the night wouldn't end peacefully. The sky, bruised and swollen with thick clouds, loomed over the Kid Pirates like an omen. Lightning forked across the heavens, briefly illuminating the chaos below, ropes snapping, barrels rolling across the deck, and crew members shouting to one another over the howling wind.

You gripped the railing tightly, your knuckles whitening as the ship tilted precariously to one side. It felt as though the world had been turned upside down, the once mighty Victoria Punk now fighting to keep afloat against nature's wrath.

"Secure that line!" Killer's voice cut through the cacophony, sharp and commanding. He stood at the center of the chaos, drenched but unwavering, his scythes kept close. Despite the mask obscuring his face, there was no mistaking the tension in his posture. "And someone tie down that cargo before it takes someone's head off!"

The sight of him, calm and steady amid the storm, should have been reassuring, but all you could feel was the churning pit of fear in your stomach. You weren't inexperienced when it came to rough seas, no one on Kid's crew was, but this storm was different. It wasn't just fierce, it was relentless, as if the ocean itself sought to swallow you whole.

You turned back to the rope you were struggling to secure, your fingers slipping on the wet fibers. Every time you thought you had a grip, the ship would lurch, threatening to throw you off balance. A sudden wave crashed over the deck, soaking you to the bone and nearly sweeping your feet out from under you.

"Move faster!" Killer barked, his attention snapping to you for a brief moment. His tone wasn't unkind, but it carried the weight of urgency. "We don't have time for mistakes!"

"I'm trying!" you snapped back, gritting your teeth as you yanked the rope into place. Your arms burned with the effort, but you managed to tie it off before the next wave hit.

Killer didn't respond, already turning his attention to the next problem. That was just like him, always moving, always focused. He wasn't one to coddle, and he didn't waste time on unnecessary words. You admired that about him, even if it sometimes grated on your nerves.

The storm only worsened as the hours dragged on, the ship groaning under the strain. You found yourself side-by-side with Killer more often than not, the two of you working in tandem to keep the Victoria Punk from falling apart. There wasn't much time for conversation beyond shouted orders and hurried responses, but there was an unspoken understanding between you, a shared determination to see this through. Then came the wave.

You saw it before you felt it, a towering wall of water rising out of the darkness like a nightmare come to life. Someone shouted, a high pitched sound that was quickly swallowed by the roar of the sea. Killer's head snapped toward the wave just as it crashed down, and for a brief moment, everything was chaos.

The force of the water tore you from your footing, your hands clawing at the slick wood of the deck as you were dragged toward the edge. Panic surged in your chest as the world spun around you, the cold, salty spray blinding you. You could hear Killer shouting something, but the words were lost in the roar of the storm. Then you were falling.

The icy water closed over your head, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your limbs flailed instinctively, searching for anything to grab onto, but there was nothing, just the endless churn of the sea. The weight of your soaked clothes dragged you down, the distant glow of the ship's lanterns growing fainter with each passing second.