" The only thing I don't understand is why do we have to eavesdrop? You can very well be a part of the fucking pirate crew without being a part of 'this' " Pete attempted to flail his arms around in order to demonstrate 'this'.

"That's because I'm not letting my 'historic discovery' go to waste" I replied in a hissed tone "now shut up and and let me concentrate I can barely hear anything" I slightly pushed out a spider web out of my hair, at first I was scared that I'll actually see one of those hairy beasts and start screaming, resulting in me getting killed. Everything results in me getting killed now a days. But by now I've figured out that even the spiders that made this shit would be dead. This place is a ruinscape from inside nevermind how majestic it looks from the out.

My 'historic discovery' if you're wondering, was the fact that like several other magically enchanted buildings this one too only had a spell on the doors and windows. This is mostly because placing a spell on the entire structure takes up a lot of energy. Which means you can totally break down the walls though I didn't do that... obviously. But I did find that over the centuries the roof of the building had been worn off by the rain which leaves us some holes in the wood and thus are we here crouched along the railing which eventually leads to the stairs from the first floor to the ground where the meeting would be held.

Pete was had been excited when we first broke in three months ago. Now he looks like he wanted to be anywhere but here. I know he doesn't want me to go but I don't want to waste my life being struck in this one place.... like he wants to.

I skimmed slightly closer to the gap in the railing through which I was currently able to see the gigantic wooden table around which the four captains were sitting, looking rather annoyed. 2-3 crew members were gathered around their respective clans.

My eyes drifted towards the one with long black hair. He was fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt, eyes moving around the room as if he's studying it, observing it. A hand pulled me back towards the wall.

"What do you wanna be caught stop leaning in someone might see you" Pete whisper-yelled at me with his eyes widened.

"No which is why you should shut the fuck up" I pulled away my arm from his grip. Yeah I was mad at him, mad at him for not supporting me, mad at him for questioning me every single second. And that's how I will remain until he decides to act better.

We were better, weren't we?

" What is the matter with you ?" Pete said, he was clearly annoyed.

"What is the matter with me?" I raised my eyebrows "what's the matter with you? Why can't you just accept that I'm gonna leave one day?"

To my surprise he didn't look away silently like he did last few times. He lost it.

"So like you'd rather I wanted you to go away? Is that what you want? I've literally had enough of you You know what I'm done go figure your shit out or die trying I don't care anymore" Pete burst out in a fit of hisses and stormed off rather loudly back towards the entrance we've came in through. As his black sillhoute merged in with the shadows of the dark room I settled down, leaning against the wall. I didn't had a come back. I didn't had anything. What was I thinking?

He was gone. I had so firmly believed that he won't leave me today that I just sat in silence for a long time trying to wrap my head around the idea of Pete leaving me alone. I was too shocked to even worry about anyone hearing the sound of Pete's footsteps. I just sat there, finding myself unable to move at all.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Stop breathing.

I held my breath for a long time until finally giving in. Suddenly I had no idea what I was doing here. I just had no idea.

"And we're back here"

A voice boomed across the room, drawing my attention back to the table in the floor below. I broke from my stance and crawled a little forward to see the scene below. Just another impulse, not something I actually wanted to do.

It was scary how my entire life I'd been excusing my lack of empathy because I wasn't doing something I 'wanted'to, how I always thought the sea would make it all better, because I cared about it right? I liked the life of a pirate. But now when the day had finally came I felt....just like before. It's like nothing had changed. As if this wasn't the one day in my life I'd been waiting for all these years. Everything was the same. And that was the most scared I'd ever been.

A man was standing in front of the door at the back which probably led further deep into the building. Amid the other pirates in leather with a thousand guns strapped to them (they smell real bad I'm telling you) and the scowling faces that man genuinely stood out. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with checkered vest suit. He had long brown hair falling down his shoulders but his beard could use a trimming.

His face seemed oddly familiar. He had an eyepatch on his left eye. The only weapon he was holding was a pretty out of date revolver.

Smiling broadly he sat down at the head of the table, "Well then shall we begin?"

I don't fucking know.

AN yep i bullshitted through the entire chapter but cmon everyone likes shouting along im not okay better than actually writing ill probably change a few stuff ill try to keep you guys updated (edit I kinda did change its better)

Love<3

Alex