After the events at Frostmill, the captain left the crew on the ship to do something at Redwake. Then they returned with something unexpected.
On this very fine day in the Bronze sea, the ship docked at Redwake. The captain told their crew to stay on the ship, and they left to do whatever they had to do at the island.
After the crew noticed the captain was far away enough to talk behind them, a crew member questioned, “The hell’s captain up to?”
The co-captain, Edward Kenton, who was also told to stay on the ship shook his head, had his eyes trailed after the captain, until his sight lost them. “No idea. Hope they won’t get themself in another trouble.”
The crew member nodded, remembering how their captain got their ass beaten by Iris at Frostmill hours ago, and they hadn’t told the crew about the whole situation yet. After events at the jarringly frosty island, the captain only told the crew to sail the fuck back to Redwake.
The shadows of Redwake pillars cast on the ship, as the crew waited for their captain to return from whatever they’re up to.
Edward looked at the crew members chatting with each other, considering how they were a group of Redwake warriors hired by the captain. On this ship, it’s basically the warriors and then an awkward Edward.
As Edward watched people in silence, the captain hopped back to the ship with two buckets snuggled in their arms.
“I’m back!”
The captain placed the buckets down, as they lifted the lids off.
The first thing that kicked everyone’s senses was the sudden return of the captain, then the scent of fried chicken that emits from the buckets.
Yep, that’s two whole ass buckets of fried chicken.
“Where’d you get this?” a crew member questioned, as the crew looked at the captain in disbelief.
“Well, there’s this one new store called McDonald’s. Since I haven’t tasted chicken before, I bought these.”
“You haven’t had chicken?” Edward asked, raising his eyebrow at the captain.
“Yeah, no shit. Didn’t I tell you that I don’t remember anything before the whole Redwake deal?”
Edward stared at the captain as that raised even more questions. “You didn’t.”
The captain comically looked away from the crew as their suspicions increased.
“Oh, well, shit. Let’s first dig in then!”
By the end of that sentence, the captain grabbed and gnawed on a fried chicken thigh.
Considering how the events had turned, the crew decided to just not ask any more questions for the moment, and indulged themselves in the fried chicken.
Writer's Notes
here’s an attempt to get back to writing
the name of this story in my notes was “POV: You grabbed McDonald’s from Redwake to your ship”