"Thirteen and a half feet." Heat said, a bit of amazement mixing in with his usual sad expression.

It had been a few days and you finally gave in to multiple people pestering you about your wingspan. It felt good opening your wings and soaking in the sun, it was a great bonus to getting the guys to leave you alone.

"That's insane." Wire commented, lowering the measuring tape. "Why would someone so small need such big wings?"

"Have you seen how big a bird's wings are compared to their body?" You moved your own back and forth enough to create a light breeze. "It takes a lot to get off the ground."

"How much weight can you carry?" He asked, trying to figure you out.

"Not much, maybe 40 pounds extra? Any more and it takes too much effort to fly, that's why I keep things light."

"Is that why you dress like that?"

"Okay." You scoffed. "First off, you aren't allowed to judge how I dress. Secondly, I can't wear a lot of normal shirts, they don't mix well with these."

You'd tried wearing tee shirts and other normal tops before to no avail. No matter how big of holes you made in your clothes, you'd only end up tearing them. So you'd switched to tank tops, crop tops, and bikini tops. You could make sweaters work as well if they were extra large and you reinforced the cuts you made. It was a lot of work but it was helpful in cold climates. The coat you always kept on you was specifically made to avoid getting ruined. It was leather with thick edges around the slits made for your wings, pretty much tear proof. But it was still a bit difficult to get on.

Now Wire and half the crew had no place judging how you dressed. They all looked like a bunch of hookers. You dressed in a way that made life easier. They dressed in a way that suggested they were willing to do just about anything to get laid. There was a big difference.

"(Y/n)." Killer marched across the deck to you. "That book of yours came in handy." He tossed said item at you and you caught it, opening up to a page he had bookmarked.

He figured out about the map the second you tried giving it away. Kid was as interested in it as you thought, immediately having Killer look into the book you'd bought to find information on the island. You'd thought about suggesting to him that he keep the map and let you leave to rejoin your old crew, but strangely enough found you liked this one.

Sure Kid was a bloodthirsty brute you felt the need to keep clear of, but the rest of the crew wasn't bad. They pulled their weight around the ship and that was a nice new thing to you. The work required of you had dropped drastically and you had more time to relax. And though Killer was blunt and annoying sometimes, he got shit done. You liked it.

"I'm glad it did, it was a little overpriced." The page he marked showed the exact same island that was on the map, along with its name and little tidbits of information.

"You should've stolen it." Wire suggested, leaning over your shoulder to check out the illustration.

"Heat was there! I didn't want to be suspicious."

"You still were." Heat said. "When you got down to pick up that book some feathers poked out from under your coat. It was hard to miss."

"Bite me." You huffed. It was embarrassing letting yourself get found out so easily. You'd have to be more careful in the future.

"We'll be heading to that island soon. If that treasure is still there we'll be set for a while." Killer noticed the tape measure in Wire's hands. "Did she let you measure?"

"Yep, thirteen and a half feet." Wire said as he shook his head, still having a hard time believing it.

"It's not a big deal." You rolled your eyes. "Get over it."

Killer took the book back, ignoring your comment. "Wire you're in the crows nest. Heat, do me a favor and get the men back to their chores. This ship won't keep itself in order."

He usually didn't order those two around too much but you could tell what he was going for when everyone but you scattered.

"You could just say you wanted to talk."

"Work still needs to get done. How're you adjusting?"

"Not too bad. No one has given me any trouble yet if that's what you're asking."

"We never planned on having any women on the crew. Don't feel bad if you have to remind someone you aren't here for their enjoyment."

"Oh don't worry about that. I've whipped my fair share of men into shape."

"I doubt you've had to put up with accomodations like this though. I'll see if I can work out something better with Kid. He doesn't think about these kinds of things." Killer scratched the back of his neck, dancing around actually calling the "accomodations" what they were.

You knew what he meant though. There wasn't any spare space for you to have your own room so you bunked with the rest of the men. Everyone had their own hammock below decks and yours hung directly below Heat's. It wasn't too bad, none of the guys bothered you yet because someone higher on the ship's food chain slept right above you. And Heat was one of the more polite men on the ship. He never stared or made any sly comments. So the sleeping arrangements weren't terrible.

Now the more glaring issue was showers. Because you didn't have your own room, you also didn't have your own bathroom, or a place to get changed privately either for that matter. You'd made it work somewhat by showering late at night in the shared bathroom when everyone else was asleep. It avoided peeking Toms and accidental glances but it really fucked with your sleep schedule.

"I've been making it work but a private bath would be nice. Doesn't have to be fancy, just needs running water."

"Tell you what, until we get you something better you're welcome to use mine. I won't bother you any and the men won't go into my room."

Usually you'd turn down an offer like that, taking it as a poorly veiled attempt to get on your good side for certain reasons. But the idea of not having to stress over men walking in on you and getting to take your time was too enticing. And you doubted Killer was that kind of guy anyway, he was too direct in everything he did to try to get to you in such a roundabout way.

"If it's no trouble I'd like that."

"It's not, just let me know when you're headed in for that and it's all yours."

You nodded. "So you sent everyone else to get shit done, what about me?"

"Kid's been itching for a fight lately. Why don't you put those wings to use and scout around the waters a bit for a ship? Go past what Wire can see, just don't stray too far and get lost."

"Sounds good to me." You were due for a good fly anyway. Going without for too long made you antsy.

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You'd fly out for a couple hours and then return to the ship for short breaks, more to eat something than rest your wings. Gliding over the waters was practically effortless but flying always made you hungry. It was mostly why you kept rations in your bag.

You just got back from another fruitless trip, lighting onto the deck. There were a few men back out, finished with the work Heat had them doing earlier. One of them tossed you a small bag of jerky, already catching on to your eating habits. You never ate much in one sitting, but you ate often. It was a bird like habit that came with the wings.

You propped yourself up on a nearby crate as you started eating, watching Kid and Killer talk about something at the helm. Heat was off to the side of them, looking completely zoned out, nodding his head on occasion in response to what the other two were talking about.

"Hey, feathers!" Kid snapped. "You seen any ships yet?"

"I would've said something if I did!" You yelled back up to be heard over the chatting men.

"Can't you go out and search any further?" He really was looking for a fight.

"Not without losing the ship!"

"Fine, come here." He growled and waved you up.

You sighed, he was a whole different kind of needy compared to your old captain. At least he knew how to run a ship properly. You finished off the jerky and joined the men at the helm. Kid shoved his hand in your face, a small blank scrap of paper held between his fingers.

"That's my vivre card. You can't lose the ship as long as you've got that."

You took the paper and tucked it away in a pocket. "I can go out one more time before it gets dark."

Kid's quick smile dropped when Killer interjected. "I could use your help in the kitchen actually."

"Oh, okay." You gave Kid a glance. His non-existent brow twitched with annoyance but he didn't say anything. You doubted if anyone else said something like that they'd get away scott free. Killer had to be a special case.

Killer led you to the kitchen and spoke up. "I'd rather you not go out too far, the weather can be too unpredictable around here and you don't want to get caught up in something."

"So I should ignore the captain?" You raised an eyebrow at the masked man and accepted the knife he handed you.

"Yes. If we all listened to everything he said half of us would have died ages ago."

You broke into a smile and shook your head, getting to work cutting a pile of vegetables. "So what's the deal with you and Kid? You two seem close."

Killer got busy working with something on the stove. It didn't take long for the smell of it to reach you and make your mouth water. You didn't care if you literally just ate something, you could go for food again.

"We've known each other since we were kids. He's always liked to find trouble and I've always kept him from getting into too much of it."

"So you're like a big brother?"

"I wouldn't say that. We're friends with a good idea of how to handle each other. Now quit asking questions and finish that up so we can feed everyone at a decent hour."