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Father-In-Training

For Kiss-me-in-Paris enjooooy!

"Captain, where did you get that?" Thomas asked, pointing to the bottle of amber liquid.

"This? I raided it from Alan's ship." Morgan chuckled, happily swishing the wine.

"Morgan!" Cecilia cried, ready to scold the idiot she loved.

"It's not like he would enjoy it more than my crew." Morgan grinned shamelessly.

Cecilia shook her head and frowned at the captain.

"Ugh, fine. He always shows up at our full moon parties. I'll give 'em a new bottle. Nathan poor the glasses. Don't bother waiting for me." Morgan grumbled as Cecilia nodded in approval.

Everyone was curious about this wine that had no brand name.

Nathan carefully poured each glass, even Cecilia, who looked down on drinking, was having a glass.

"Shouldn't we wait for Captain?" Thomas asked as the others got ready to down their drinks.

"He said to go ahead and don't wait for him." Russell shrugged before drinking his drink.

"This taste a little weird..." Cecilia said, eyebrows furrowing.

Nathan nodded in agreement, sniffing the left over contents.

"Maybe it's new. Old whiskey is obviously better." Eduardo rolled his eyes.

BAM!

Morgan stood up straight at the sound of a crash coming from the deck. 'Alan must be here.' He grimaced before climbing the steps back to his crew.

"Here again Ala- WHAT THE FUCK?!?" Morgan cried, falling on his bum. 6 innocent, curious pairs of eyes watched him.

"Mister, you said a bad word." A small Thomas said.

"W-wha?!"

"Cool! Look at these awesome swords!" Little Russell looked at his old swords with glittering eyes.

"H-how?!"

"Sir, are you alright? Did you hurt ourself when you fell?" A young Christopher asked.

"W-when?!"

"This is a ship." Kid Eduardo said matter of factly to an un-caring Nathan. "Mhm." He nodded in acknowledgment.

"W-who?"

"Mister, are you a pirate?" Child Cecilia asked innocently.

"What the hell is going on?!?" Morgan roared.

Cecilia and Thomas burst into tears as Christopher tried to calm them down.

"U-Um don't cry?" Morgan awkwardly patted his wife and youngest crew member on the head.

Cecilia seemed to cry harder and clung to Morgan's coat.

"There, there." Morgan awkwardly patted her back.

"How, er, how old are you...kids?"

"I'm 6!" Russell said proudly, Eduardo, Christopher and Nathan nodding along to agree.

"I'm 5." Thomas and Cecilia said in unison and ended up giggling.

"Right, of course, great, now why are you 5-6?" He muttered to himself.

Cecilia let go of his coat and started playing with Thomas.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Morgan cried, yanking the swords out of Russell's hands.