anon81024
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Grian knew a lot of things.
He knew how to cook for a crew of 60 people. He knew how to clean and scrub the deck until his arms went numb. He knew how to avoid being the crew's punching bag for the night. He knew when to shut up and do what he was told.
But most importantly - he knew not to hope.
Because hoping hurts.
So when a battle ends and an unfamiliar man steps into the kitchen, grinning at him like he's not just another piece of plunder, Grian doesn't know how to react. And when he's led onto the deck to meet the pirate captain - the man who now holds his fate in his hands - he braces himself for another cage.
Instead, he's met with curiosity. Freedom. A handshake, instead of shackles.
And, for the first time in years, a dangerous flicker of something he told himself he'd never feel again.
Hope.
or; A captured avian, a pirate crew, and a freedom he never dared to hope for
(crossposted with permission from ao3)