Night 21 and Day 22 - part one

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The pounds grew more insisting.

«[Y/N]!!»

«Booka, that idiot.» Kid growled.

«Do you know when it's bad?»

You leaned on him with your forearms, lifting your head and shoulders to look at him with a cocky smirk.

«It's bad when your men knock at your door shouting my name.»

Kid blinked at you before a twitching smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

«You little...»

You quickly jumped off the bed to avoid a deserved revenge.

Booka yelled again from behind the door.

«[Y/N]!»

«GIMME A SECOND!» you barked.

Kid buried his face in the pillow.

«I'm gonna slaughter you all and sail all by myself.»

You chuckled and adjusted your clothes, before opening the door.

Booka almost lost his balance when you did.

He was a little drunk, probably, because a humid layer covered his eyes and his cheeks were mildly flushed.

He eyeballed you for a second, frowning.

«Why do you look like you just had sex?»

«Why you don't?» you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest «What is it, big boy? Were you looking for me?»

«Yup.»

A drunken grin spread on his face as he swayed dangerously left and right.

«I've got something for you~»

Your brows furrowed.

«Something for me?»

Kid finally got up, stepping behind you and opening the door wide, wearing only his slacks and goggles.

«That better not be your cock, Booka, or you can kiss it goodbye.»

«Captain!» he gasped, jumping back, eyes as big as boiled eggs.

He clearly wasn't expecting for him to be on the ship.

«It's not... it's not my cock.»

You snickered.

«Good.»

«Hum, come?»

The pirate gestured towards the deck and you followed, won over by curiosity.


Outside, the calm waters of the harbour were gently lulling the ship.

The evening fell on the Port, which was swarming with lights, harsh voices and loud life.

It could be even picturesque if I didn't know that several murders are being committed just now and slave trading is going on.

A few men of the crew were gathered on the deck, around what seemed a tall object covered with a veil.

Booka excitedly grabbed your wrist and dragged you over.

«Unwrap it, unwrap it!»

«Is this for me?» you asked, suspicious.

They all nodded vehemently.

You took the fabric in your hand and pulled it away, revealing a big, high mirror with golden frame and base.

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