Arrow shot (Eustass Kid x reader)

Private time

It had been a long day. Just this evening you had arrived from 5 weeks on sea, stuck with 10 skilled idiots. They weren't bad people, not by a long shot, otherwise they wouldn't be on your crew. However, 5 damn weeks was way too long for any woman to be stuck with 8 men. Having 3 women in one crew was considered a miracle for a lot of crews. Be it in piracy or mercenary. Women just tend to go for a career in the marine, as a solo criminal or go Boa Hancock style with a full female crew. One crew full of women, that doesn't sound that bad.

Ruckus from the surroundings pull you out of your thoughts and force you to examine the new guests. Within the oaken walls of the bar, a group of rough men had taken seats in two booths. They looked really similar, rugged up and gross. Probably pirates, they always seem to forget the existence of soap. Just a handful of the people looked decent, well 2 more than decent. It would have been three if the one with the ash like hair hadn't sewn his mouth shut. Of the other two wore one a mask, blue and white vertically striped with 12 holes, ordered like the six of a dice. His hair was unruly like the main of a lion, all falling backwards along his back. His blouse was little to be proud of, black with white spots wasn't exactly the most fashionable. However, the goods underneath weren't disappointing. A well defined chest shown at the first few unbuttoned buttons at the top and the signs of a delicious six pack revealed by the last 5 unbuttoned buttons. A pair of blue jeans with small pieces of cloth ordered like the spikes on a dragons back, on the back of his legs, giving the feeling of a cowboy.

It wasn't difficult to check people out without them knowing. You just needed to know where they were looking and if people were able to follow your line of sight. It's as simple as that. The rowdy pirates did not notice you checking the last, noteworthy, man out of the much, the only individual in the group who didn't seem as enthusiastic as the rest. His hair was a fiery red, defying gravity with help of a pair of goggles just above his forehead. His glare matched the fiery cinders from hellfire. A dark brown coat draped over his shoulders, it's neck piece up to half of his head.

You couldn't help but lick your lips at his bare chest. Magnificently chiseled porcelain skin, yet seeming as roughed up as the rest of his body. A scar running through his eye, up to his forehead and down his temples only added to his charm. Something that was a tad bothersome were the choice of pants. I mean, black with big yellow spots, held up with a blue waistband? Is he trying to make a fashion statement? Then again, living with only black clothes hasn't really generated a specific taste outside of black.

Suddenly one of his crewmembers dropped almost half of the contents in his pint into the redheads lap. There was an obvious twitch in his jaw before he punched the man on the jaw. No one in their crew seemed to bat an eye at the sudden violence. Now, brutality within pirate groups was nothing new, however, usually a captain would remain some kind of order when it's about a dispute between the members. You returned your attention to the half filled glass of whiskey. 'So a Red headed Captain' you conducted with a smirk. Seemed legit, captains tend to be more charismatic then your average crew member. Or have a powerful leader kind of feel to them. The redhead possessed some of both, though it seemed more of a violence based power. Unlike yourself.

You glanced to the side as the chair 2 seats away was pulled back. Speak of the devil and he shall arrive. The red haired male had taken a seat, his back tense and a fixed glare. The crew did not yield in volume at the absence of their captain. If anything they had become louder.

With a wave of your hand you beckoned the bartender to you, "Double whiskey neat" you ordered with a sweet smile. The bartender nodded his head and within a minute the order was placed before you. While dropping coins in his hand you took the glass and with one light shove it slid over the bar to the red head.

He looked up, a scowl creasing his eyebrows as he noticed your grin. "I didn't order this".

You chuckled and signed at the waiter for a second order of the same, "thought you could use it". The man arched a brow, but as your eyes dart to the rowdy group behind him the male sighed and gulped the strong spirit down.