Who lives to tell the tale? [PIRATE AU] |Gabriel Reyes x Reader|

Captain Amari

Shortly after, Gabriel stood in front of the pole and leant against it with weight on his hips. His hands cupped the handle o his sword whilst admiring the scenery of the vast, unexplored ocean. His ears perked upon hearing approaching footsteps to him. Gabriel glances your way with arms crossed, "You're here." He eyed the three of you. You unlinked your arms with Jesse's and walked behind Gabriel.

You plucked up your courage and asked, "Where are you taking me?" You raised a sceptical brow as the four of you left the docks. You noticed Gabriel slipped in 10 silvers to a man's pocket, whispering instructions to write off his ship as a rich man's vessel. And the man did as told.

Corrupted.

Gabriel paused and peered over his shoulder giving a smirk to you, you felt yourself feeling uneasy. You swallowed thickly as you braced yourself at what's to come. "You'll find out." He replied with a laugh.

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Jamison 'Junkrat' Fawkes and Mako Rutledge sat in a tavern sipping coconut juice—it was all they could afford after splurging on junk, Jamison found 'useful'. The Junkers had no money left in their pockets, and that meant they had to sleep in the streets again, much to Mako's displeasure.

"Oh don't look at me like that big guy you know it was shiny!" Mako said nothing. Only stared in silence, red hot anger emitted behind him. The silvers could've lasted them 3 months if they're careful about their spending habits, more precisely, Jamison's spending habits.

The lady boss sauntered her way over to the two of them. She crossed her hands over her chest and Mako saw how her fats jiggled as she did so, "The payment boys. You're 5 days late." The lady boss said lowly, with a tinge of anger. Jamison slurped harshly at the coconut and not bothered to glance up or acknowledge her presence.

"We don't have the money." Jamison replied which sounded like a Whisper. The lady raised a brow.

"And what are you doing here at my shop drinking my coconut?"

"We're thirsty, we'll...we'll pay the debt somehow..." Mako glanced at him through his peripheral vision, how are you going to do that, Jamison? Jamison shrugged.

Right at he moment, a bag of silver dropped on their table. Gerard Lacroix stepped forward, "The debt has been cleared." The lady boss took the bag of silver and ran off to the back to count the coins—making sure the debt was accurate. Gerard wore a fine tailored maroon suit, and The duo knew they would be in their debt. Gerard sat across from them, introducing himself as one of the commodore's men. The two scoffed as Gerard laid the propositions.

"Every debt must be repaid," Gerard began as he whisked out his knife and a whetstone. He sharpened the edges of the knife with the whetstone, "And if you refuse...you'll be hanged." Gerard managed to strike fear to the two men, Mako masked it quite well whereas Jamison's teeth were chattering, he bit his crooked nails and listened intently.

"You don't want that now do you?" Gerard asked, lifting the knife to the sunlight and watched it glimmered. Jamison shook his head and croaked out a 'no'. "Good." Gerard gave a dreadful smile.

"Let's cut straight to the chase, I need the two of you to infiltrate the Reaper's ranks. Bring back the girl and bring back the Captain alive to the commodore's office. Failure to do so will result in hanging." Gerard threatened at the end, grey eyes dark with intensity. He had his wife's life on the line if he failed this Mission. Mako spoke, "And what's in it for us?"

The thin line of Lacroix's lips curled into a smirk, "The treasure you desperately wanted to find? Gabriel might be in search of it and that's your best bet. You'll also be entitled to have your own land, a ship, a crew and whatever sounds reasonable to the commodore...don't disappoint." Jamison's eyes glimmered with hope, the treasure map they found during one of their adventures was their motivation to continue their line of work, the treasure was all they needed. And without a proper ship or crew, the dream proved impossible. Gerard held two hands out to seal the deal with the two men.