.: A feather in tranquil waters :.

.:14:.

Dream tightened the rope that held the storage boxes.
"There.." he made a firm knot.. making sure it was on tight.
"Good.."

He glanced over his shoulder.. briefly seeing the brunette resting his head on his shoulder- practically hidden.

Dream adjusted his trench coat.. soon walking towards a few barrels on the opposite side of the ship.
"The extra gunpowder and cannon balls should be over here." He adjusted his mask.
"Right-"

"Oh, you are already up."

Dream looked over.. seeing ponk standing not too far from him.
"I decided too.. and it's my day to double check everything." He crossed his arms.

"The crew assumed you were too busy trying to get info out of George about the-" ponk pointed to his hand.. signalling about George's... transformation.. problems.

"No..? I'm not getting info out of him." Dream shook his head.
"I've been making sure he's comfortable and not in constant pain." He flicked his wings briefly.
"I don't need any info out of him."

"Aww.." ponk frowned.
"I hope one day he decides to come onto deck." He wanted to see George again.

"He is on deck." Dream cocked a brow under his mask... can he not see George??

"Where is he...?" Ponk quickly looked around.. a little confused.
"I didn't see him at all???" He frowned.

"He's On my back." Dream turned to the side.. revealing the brunette sleeping on his back.
"He wanted to tag along and I need to maintain his.. injuries..?" He shrugged softly.

"Awwww!" Ponk quickly grinned.
"You do have a soft spot for him." He quietly giggled.
"Don't you!"

Dream shook his head faintly.
"He's a friend." He flicked his wings faintly.
"I'm just making sure the medicine doesn't where off."

"Mhm." Ponk softly chuckled.
"You have a crush on him~" he softly spoke.

"What??" Dream was taken back for a moment.
"No- I'm just trying to be nice!" He said some what firmly.
"He can stay on my back."

"I can carry him." Ponk offered.. humming.
"Depending which way-" he thought for a few moment.

Dream just cringe as he looked at ponk.
"Judging by that.. I decline that offer." He shook his head.
"He'd probably fall off your tail or would panic if you were holding him."

Ponk shrugged.
"Just offering." He smiled.. standing up straight.

"Well.. are you able to check if Sam needs help sailing." Dream nudged his head.. pointing up towards upper deck.
"He's been out all night trying to find a secluded island."

Ponk quickly shook his head.
"He's scary." He shuttered faintly.
"Centaurs are scary... and Sam doesn't like me"

Dream had an unimpressed look.. letting out a small sigh.
"Then make sure the deck is clean.. I want it to be spotless when I come back down." He turned around..

Ponk smiled, he didn't mind cleaning... as long as he wasn't yelled at.

-

Dream carefully walked up the stairs.. carefully holding the brunette on his back
"Alright..." he made his way up- soon looking around.
"He should be up here."

He turned his head.. seeing sam sailing calmly..

Sam was using his centaur paws to steer the ship.. resting his normal arms on the wheel.. he seemed to be zoned out.

"Hello Sam." Dream hummed, making his way towards the centaur.
"Already sailing it seems." He nodded.

Sam jumped, turning over and seeing Dream walked towards.
"Oh, hello." He tilted his head.
"Sorry, I didn't notice you wake up- you usually fly around."