pirate king (pirate!au) ➵ ateez ✔️

healed

You're sitting at a tiny cove.

Your legs swing along the rocky ledge of the cliff you are on, dangling into the water. Beneath you, the water sparkles like liquid emeralds. Bright, colorful fish dart here and there around your feet and you laugh.

You leap down and there's a splash, you're waist deep in water. You move forward and forward until you've reached the mouth of the cove and the water comes up to your chin.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and submerge yourself.

Something soft and gentle brushes its way along your arms and you giggle underwater, bubbles escaping your mouth, but it's of no concern to you. The soft arms caress you gently, as if you're a precious treasure to them. You open your eyes.

Something stares back at you, glowing the colour of blood. It's massive, almost twice your size, radiating some sort of curious light in the middle of the dark mass it's in. Then it hits you.

It's a single, unblinking eye.

You jerk awake with cold sweat running down your back and immediately regret it as you feel your head split in half from a sharp throbbing in your head. You groan, keeping your eyes tightly shut as you cradle your head in your hands, waiting for the pain to subside.

Something tugs lightly at your shoulder. No, not rope. Cloth? You start to panic when you realize that you are no longer tied to the mast.

Are they intending to kill you now?

"Ah, you're awake."

Your eyes fly open and you immediately shy away from the voice, pressing against the wall next to you. Your legs instinctively curl up to your body and you let out a cry of pain as your ankle knocks into wood.

"Don't move, idiot."

You look up to see the man talking to you. He's tall and lightly built, dressed in a simple, oversized tunic and knee length shorts. Around his neck are a few silver chains, with strange symbols you don't recognise, and his hair is a soft grey-green. Everything about him throws you off, he feels soft and reserved, nothing like a pirate.

Then you see the short dagger strapped to his left thigh.

You press against the wall more tightly, turning your face away from him. If he's going to kill you, it might be more bearable if you can't see it coming. You feel the tiny rocking of ocean waves.

"My name is Choi San, but you can just call me San." The man begins to introduce himself, seating himself in a chair opposite you. You're in a bed, you realize, as he continues to speak. "I'm the healer on board the Treasure, so I was responsible for treating your wounds. It's admirable how you managed to keep quiet about a badly twisted ankle, an infected musket wound and a raging fever all at once." There's something unsaid left in his voice.

You swallow.

"Especially for a woman."

You freeze, all movement ceasing in a single second. Your hands unconsciously move up to your chest, only to find it unbound underneath a couple of layers of fabric.

Oh shit.

You're definitely going to be shark food now.

"I haven't told Hongjoong yet, if that's what you were wondering."

Your head whips around to stare at him in shock. His expression hasn't changed the least, he still wears the same unreadable, blank face and you can't tell whether he's joking or he's being serious. He has no reason not to report to the captain his findings, so why?