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Set sail pt. 2

For LittleMissFishtail. Pages 6-11 (Normally my oneshots are only 3-9 pages in docs)

Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, I got some inspiration for character interaction from some fanfic (For another fandom) by an amazing author. Translations below.

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The two reported the nothing they saw, and Saito huffed a string of curses from the radio. The group decided to stay up, at least until midnight, to see if anything would happen. They all fell asleep at their posts. Ice woke up first, he sprinted to the deck's railing and proceeded to wash himself clean of the previous night's meal, clutching his scarf and glasses to not lose them.

He pulled himself upright with a shaky sigh, nigh teetering forward once more from another punch of morning sickness. "Julian... you've got to tell Gears, ASAP." Ice hung his head, as if to drain out any lingering nausea, breathing, "As soon as we get back to land... as soon as-"

"As soon as what?" Gerald hummed, still half asleep.

Iceberg jumped out of his skin. "Jesus H Christ, man! Don't fucking sneak up on people!" He gasped, clutching his chest that was pounding like a speaker stuck on full bass mode.

Gerald tilted his head, a lazy smile on his lips. "That doesn't answer my question."

Ice huffed, shoving past him far harder than he needed to, "I'm not obligated to answer it."

Gerald shrugged, walking back to the wheel to wake Jack. Ice rolled his eyes, going to retrieve his own partner. He smiled, looking on at Gears napping, his cheek pressed up against the desk in front of him, a small puddle of drool coating the surface.

Ice knocked on the doorframe he was leaning upon. "Rise and shine, nerd."

Gears blinked, grumbled, and covered his eyes, "... No..." he whined.

Ice walked over, shaking his shoulder, "Come on, you're the boss, can't have you sleeping in."

Gears 'harumph'-ed. Ice grinned, snickered, and shoved his hand down the back of his shirt.

Gears shifted but did not get up, letting out a grunt. "Gonna have to try harder than that."

Ice retracted his hand, only to untuck Gears' shirt and shove both freezing appendages up underneath the garment and begin tickling him.

Dr. Gears let out an ungraceful squawk before bubbling out wheezy laughter, knocking against the invading hands upon his abdomen, "Okay! Okay! Scheiße! Stop it! I'm up!"

Ice smiled, grasped Gears' cheek and chin, and pecked his temple, "That's what you get."

Gears rolled his eyes, pulling himself up and stretching. He scrubbed the lingering drool off his face, setting his stone mask into place, and followed Ice back up to the deck.

Nothing happened for another day and a half, their two-man search parties producing no data. Saito's team fared no better. By now, everyone was frustrated, even Gears' mask cracked ever so. As noon struck on their third day out, Clef heard a distinct, fleshy, slap against the hull. Peering over the edge of the deck he saw a bloated, flesh-colored, big, figure. Another was dead. He called the rest of the crew and they stared at it.

"Well..." Started Ice.

"Uh, we have a development at least?" Gerald shrugged. Gears hummed in agreement.

"Welp, one down, three to go." Kondraki said softly.

"GUESS WHO THE FUCK FOUND BEER!?" Jack shouted, scurrying up to them, a few in tow.