Pirates (A Crossmare Fanficton)

You made It!

---Cross's POV----

The storm ended three hours later.

The Captain had peeked out of the cabin door when we hadn't been jolted for a while and the natural rocking of the ship had calmed down to a gentle bobbing. Just like in those cartoons of ships or boats.

Now we had just slipped out on deck, looking round for any other crew mates.

"They'll be down under deck." The Captain muttered, his cold eye scanning across the deck.

I nodded, remembering seeing Nightmare toss the Pirate that had been with me earlier down the hatch that led to below deck. He was the on that was there when I had been chained against the wall on my first arrival...the one with the bloodied axe.

The Captain stepped forwards. There was still a small layer of water covering the top deck, making his footsteps splash as he walked forwards.

I hurried on behind him, the massive ripped hole in my shoe from where the knife had stabbed me was letting in water, making the fabric of my shoe rub uncomfortably against my already sore bones.

I didn't mention it though. No one would care. I know that.

I stoped, watching as the Captain walked over to the hatch, wrapping a tentacle round the handle.

He stamped his foot on the wood a few times, almost like he was knocking, before pulling the hatch right open, letting sunlight pour down to the lower deck.

He stood there, staring down. I slightly limped over to him, also peering down to lower deck.

I could see the one with black tear stains sat down on a cannon by the stairs. He had shielded his face as the sudden sunlight had poured in, a grin breaking out on his face once he saw that it us. Well...I think he was happier about seeing the Captain. He probably couldn't care less about me.

"You made it!" He called, standing up on the cannon.

The Captain laughed. "Of course I did."

The tear marked skeleton jumped down, landing in the water with a small splash, the water going up to his ankles.

"Horror! The Captain made it!"

Immediately the sound of someone stumbling through the water was heard and the skeleton with the chunk ripped out of his head came into view.

It was the one I had seen Nightmare save from falling overboard and chucked across the ship to the hatch.

"Captain?" He asked in disbelief.

The Captain smirked, staring to go down the steep ladder-like steps. "The one and only, Horror."

I blinked, staying up-top. So I knew that the one with the hole in his head was called Horror...and that's it. I don't even know the Captains name yet!

I sighed. I wasn't about to go down in that water with my messed up foot and shoe. I know it would just make it worse.

---Nightmare's POV----

Cross didn't follow as I walked down. He stayed up at the hatch, looking down curiously.

I cringed at the sight of how much water there was, a shiver running up my spine.

"You good Captain?" Killer asked, losing out a hand for me.

"Yeah yeah don't worry." I said, brushing his hand away as I jumped from the stairs to a cannon.

As soon as I came into sight for the rest of the crew, they all cheered loudly, clapping.

"He made it!" Dust called, laughing from his seat, being sat on a tied down cannon next to another crew mate.