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[ Of the few rules of operating within Rin's fleet, one of them is very simple: take no prisoners.

Unless the captain feels like it. And in this rare instance, Sousuke does feel like it. Usually he's perfectly content to put the survivors of a defeated ship on bits of flotsam and send them on their way. Someone would pick them up before long and Sousuke's crew could pick apart the remains of their ship at their leisure.

But then he's finally, after months of begging, let Momotarou take command of the cannons during battle. The results had been... rather predictable. Rather than systematically take out more and more of the ship's mobility until it was dead in the water Momo had focused too much firepower on the ships center, and a solid ram from the Sano had been more than enough to break the military vessel clean in half. Sousuke ultimately blamed himself. Momo had already been worked up over the fact that the navy ship had attacked them, rather than the other way around; he should have known better than to let him have his way.

Sousuke's position on his own ship as it lazily saws through the remains of the enemy frigate puts him near the other ship's bow, which allows him to see several very important things. First, that the captain is dead. Second, that the second in command is not. And third, that the second in command is very rapidly sliding down the sharply tilted deck as his half of the ship floods with water. And with their prize rapidly sinking, Sousuke decides that the next best thing to plunder from this outing is information.

So in a flash he's swinging on a rope (how dramatic), kicking off from the side of his own ship, and plunging halfway into the water to seize the flailing, brown-haired captain by the back of his shirt. He's laughing as he hauls him up. ]

Easy there, 'captain'! Flail too much and I'll have to drop you again!

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[ The cat is a seasoned veteran, it seems. She's quite to say purring in her spot and give Makoto irritated little nips when he shifts about or squeezes too tight. Her purring is intense, though still not quite loud enough for Sousuke to hear over the din of the storm.

Fortunately the combination of squeaking, meowing, and disgruntled twining is enough to finally direct Sousuke's attention down. He kneels down (pausing long enough to stroke the queen herself) before he drops to his hands and knees and peers under the bed. He wears a skeptical and, quite frankly, somewhat judgemental expression as he takes in the sight before him.

He didn't even realize someone Makoto's size could fit under his bed. ]

Lose something down there?

[ Makoto's first attempt at speaking comes out as a broken squeaking noise. It's high pitched enough that he's not actually sure Sousuke can hear it. It might be something only dogs can hear, and there's not exactly a surplus of those on pirate ships.

His second attempt gets out a single croaked pronoun before the ship gives another violent rock, and Makoto automatically lunges out to grab onto Sousuke's shirt in complete terror. ]

-- I don't like storms! [ he finally manages it, and sure, it's not the mostly manly thing, he'd really rather have tried to make up an excuse, but it's hard to think of one when every loud peal of thunder makes him tense up.

he has so many regrets about his life. ]

You're a sailor.

[ He sounds pretty exasperated, honestly, though not exactly disgusted. It's kind of awkward to have Makoto grabbing onto his shirt like that but Sousuke doesn't try to shove him away. Instead he grabs hold of Makoto's arms, jsut above his elbows, and then starts to drag him out from underneath the bed. ]

Come on, you're just gonna bash your head against the slats if you try to stay down there.

[ Though, honestly, his cringing and hiding is kind of endearing, in a way... ]

[ Makoto makes a noise that can only be described as a whimper, allowing himself to be tugged out from underneath the bed. He even does a little to help, gently climbing to his feet once he's out, head still bowed slightly with the knowledge that at any second, there's going to be another crack of thunder to terrify him again. ]

They're too loud. [ The loudness reminds him that he could drown at ANY MOMENT. Well. Okay. Not this particular moment, because he's on the boat, but what if the boat capsizes? What if a huge wave comes up and destroys them and they all die and he'll never see Haru or Rin or his siblings ever again? ]

...and the boat rocks too much like this. [ WHICH IS WHY SITTING IS BETTER. ]