pirate king (pirate!au) ➵ ateez ✔️

alone

"All the dried fruit has been accounted for."

You fight down the yelp that had almost left your mouth, trying to quieten your breathing as much as possible. Two men, from the sound of their voices, are inspecting the food stocks. You're going to be found.

"How much salted fish?" The deeper, lower voice you heard giving commands earlier asks his partner, and you pick up the sound of a pen scratching across paper.

"Enough to last us two weeks, if Jongho doesn't eat them all by the first." The second voice, softer and gentler, quips and they both share a laugh.

"That kind smile hides a darker mind beneath, Seonghwa-hyung." The speaker with the deeper voice comments with a rolling chuckle. You're still frozen in fear as they continue to take inventory, but them finding you is inevitable.

"How much alcohol did we get?" The person she assumes to be Seonghwa asks and she hears the sound of barrels shifting. "San-ie needs some of it to treat the wounded."

"Enough rum to last us till Tortuga and some wine and beer on the side." His partner replies, writing some more things down. "I'm sure we can spare a barrel or two, not many of them got injured."

"That's a relief." You can hear the worry leave Seonghwa's voice, but your panic levels are jumping as you hear them move ever closer to you. "I heard Yunho didn't have a scratch on him."

"Neither did Jongho." The other man snorts. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's already down here, chomping his way through the apples. Look, the sacking fell. I'll get it."

And suddenly the sackcloth is pulled away from your head.

You don't have time to think. Lunging forward, you headbutt the man who removed the sackcloth from you in the face and you hear him let out a howl of pain, letting go of the sacking to clutch his bleeding nose. Your eyes dart around desperately for an escape route, but before you can move, someone slams you against the wall, the tip of a razor sharp knife pressed to your throat.

"Don't move." It's the softer man, Seonghwa, although his grey eyes are hard as stone now. You can't look away, transfixed, and he continues to speak, eyes never leaving yours. "Mingi, you alright?"

The man he addresses has a long, face with strong, defined features and narrowed eyes, tiny braids done in his cerulean blue hair. He's tall, taller than you by about a head. He gives you a resentful scowl. "I think he broke my nose." The words come out thickly as the man you now know to be Mingi cups both hands over his face, trying to stem the flow of blood.

Then it hits you.

He?

It's true you're not especially curvy and your chest has been bound by strips of cloth, but you didn't expect to fool people so easily.

"I'm sorry." You manage to choke out. Seonghwa and Mingi exchange surreptitious glances.

"You should get San to look at that, Mingi." Seonghwa advises, worry written all over his face. Mingi nods wearily, blood falling through the cracks in his fingers and staining the ground.

"Let's get this kid to Hongjoong-hyung first." The taller man sighs, grabbing you by the shoulder with a bloody hand and pushing you towards the stairs you had tumbled down from. Pain lances up your ankle, but you steel yourself and step on it anyway.

It's excruciating, but you don't dare to show any weakness. They might toss you overboard. Or feed you to the sharks. You don't know and you really don't want to find out.

You bite on the inside of your cheek so hard you taste blood, but you manage to make it onto the main deck. Many faces turn and look upon you with surprise, then they see Mingi bleeding from the nose and their expressions turn threatening. One even draws his sword.