Pirates crew |dreamnoblade|

Chapter 2

He was not, in fact, healed by the next time they saw each other. Somehow, Dream managed to get worse.

Techno was making sure all of his crew-mates were on board before they left the port of the city they were currently in. When he heard hushed whispers throughout the crowd.  He would get a little annoyed by the whispers but he focused on the task at hand instead.

After they got the ship moving south, away from the city they just entered, the entire crew cleaning the table from their dinner, they finally seemed ready to share with their captain. Their whispers winded down in favor of excited glances passed between them all, their eyes occasionally looking at the man at the head of the table before looking away. Techno finally broke after a fleeting glance from Tubbo, setting his cup down on the wooden table.

"Okay, what is your guys' deal?"

Wide smiles broke out across the table, and Techno felt a small ounce of nervousness enter his body. "We have some news that we wanted to keep a surprise until tonight!" Wilbur's words caused red eyes to narrow. "Captain Dream has been captured by the Royal Navy! He's being kept in the Royal Prison up in Carcerem!"

The crew expected a wide smile to cross the captain's face, maybe a shout of excitement or something. What they did not expect was for the gaze to harden even more, his mouth set in a hard line. The men now looked around in nervousness, eyes exchanging confused glances when they met.

The captain stood up from his seat calmly, motioning for Eret to follow him. He brought the man to the helm, taking the wheel and abruptly turning it. The ship turned until it was facing north, the pink haired man handing off the wheel to the brunette. "Make sure we're continuously going north."

"But, captaiin, we were going south to Aurum."

"And now we're going north to Caracerem, what's your point?"

At this point, the entire crew had come up to the main deck to find out what's going on. They exchanged confused glances through the small crowd of them, nobody understanding why they're suddenly changing courses. Whispers filled the crew, frantically trying to be shushed by some of the more wary men.

"But that will take two weeks at least!"

"Did we not just stop at Vena to stock up on resources?" He turned to address the crowd, the slightly crazed look in his red eyes causing a few to step back. "If I'm not mistaken, this is my ship. If somebody else thinks they could do better than me, go ahead and draw your sword!" Nobody in the crowd moved. The pink haired man turned back to the man standing by the wheel. "Keep us going north. If I find out we're going any other direction, you're a dead man walking" With that, he turned and strode down the stairs, making his way to the Captain's Quarters, shutting the door.

The crew looked at each other, baffled expressions on their faces. One man separated from the group, walking to the door that was recently slammed. He rapped his knuckles on the door, resting his cheek on the wood to try and hear anything. "Techno?"

"Go away Phil."

That didn't deter the man in the slightest. "Why are you so determined about reaching Dream?"

The man answered so quietly, if the blond's ear wasn't resting on the door, he couldn't possibly have heard. "I hate the Royal Navy more than I could ever hate Dream." Phil smiled slightly, beginning to walk back down to the lower deck, satisfied that Techno is finally beginning to realize what the older man has known all along.

The fog of hate will leave the man eventually, leaving only respect and love for the Dream, Phil was sure of it.

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