How Coral and Thatch met! I sadly have no cool art/thumbnail so....ya We'll see how long I keep this up for lol They're pirates and ya --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNINGS -not the best writing ig --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- References for characters (Coral and Thatch) https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1203940543 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Worldbuilding Terms -Landdweller: A human mixed with an animal ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------The dock was quiet. The waves lapped gently against the worn wood. It smelled strongly of sea salt. Thatch sat at the edge of the dock, a lantern positioned next to him as he stared into the dark water. His side still ached from his last job, and bruises lined his side. It didn’t matter to him, though. He got paid, that’s what mattered. Even if his pay was only enough for him to get a single room near the bad part of town. It didn’t matter if he got shot; it didn’t matter if that thing got closer; he just needed to be busy. To keep the voices quiet. So now he just sat here. “Oi!” a sharp voice cut in. Thatch didn’t look back. It didn’t sound like it could harm him, plus he highly doubted it was targeted at him. Then he heard footsteps walk toward him. Lighter than most of the people he dealt with. It sounded like they were wearing boots. A trader, maybe? It was indeed targeted towards him. “Y’ deaf or somethin’? Yer in m’ spot!” That’s when he turned. He didn’t know what he was expecting. He blinked once, twice. A lass, landdweller. She had her arms crossed, leaning on one leg more than the other. She had a frown on her face with a glare, but it wasn’t sharp. She had dull orange wolf ears that perked up. The left one bent from an old scar. She had two patches of vitiligo on her face. The most out of place thing about her was the captain's coat she wore. “So y’ ain’t deaf?” she questioned, walking up and sitting down beside him. “Cause y’ didn’t turn the first time.” Clearly, she didn’t have any survival skills either. Thatch stared at her, confused. What kind of sane person looked at him and thought talking would be…safe? The scars didn’t scare her off. The outfit he wore that looked like he was going into war, and had been torn in many places he couldn’t fix, didn’t scare her off. Neither did his horns that curved down and cradled his face. “What are you?” Thatch asked. Like, somehow that would explain it. She tilted her head. “A landdweller?” she asked. Her bent ear twitched. Thatch took note of that. Guess not. He didn’t say it out loud, though. He just huffed, looking back at the water. Silence fell over them for only a second before she said, “you’re still in m’ spot, brooding ox.” He glanced at her. “I ain’t brooding.” “Aye, ye are,” she said, crossing her arms again. “Bet yer some miserable mercenary.” Thatch paused. So did the landdweller. Then she laughed. It surprised Thatch. But it wasn’t like the ones he had heard. It wasn’t cold, it didn’t feel wrong. It was loud, of course it was, but it felt warm. Like a real laugh, one he hasn’t heard in years. “Knew it!” she exclaimed, proud of herself. Thatch didn’t say anything, but his ear flicked once. The landdweller calmed herself down. She sighed, looking down at the water. “Want a new job?” Thatch thought for a moment. “How much?” “Not much,” she shrugged, sitting back up. “The ship floats, though.” “Anythin’ else?” “Got food and shelter, and people who are pretty nice. Got a cook who has interesin’ stories, a healer who might (off) you on purpose, a few other things.” “Sounds like heck.” “It ain’t.” “Hm.” “Besides, I need a scary guy,” she clarified, “to keep the crew straight.” “What if yer crew don’t like me?” “They’ll warm up to you.” “What if yer cook tries to poison me?” “...why would he do that?” Thatch shrugged. Coral blinked. “So…yes or no?” Thatch sighed. Would he regret this? Maybe. Did he care? Not really. He held out his hand. Coral smiled before shaking it. “Welcome…” “Thatch.” “Welcome, Thatch, to the Azure Flag,” she said. “M’ Coral Vire, yer capt’in.” “When do I start?” “Now.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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