You're pissing me off!” Nico warns, glaring down at the shorter man, “I understand that what he said was wrong, but I don't want that shit on this ship. This is a safe place. We're not a bunch of crazed lunatics, and I made that clear the day I got this goddamn ship in my hands. I will not have some snot nosed brat come on here and tell me what's what.” Nico says sternly, chest rising and falling as he tries his hardest to control himself, “No fighting. That's final.”

Luca is looking at him with so much malice, but Nico can't find it in himself to care. He's so fucking mad! His ship is not like the others. His ship is safe. His family is safe. He doesn't need conflict on this ship. He doesn't want conflict on this ship. It will not turn out like his childhood had turned out. 

“Fine, captain.” Luca sneers at him, and Nico watches in real time as those bricks from before are effectively placed back in their holes, Luca’s grating eyes the mortar on top, “I'll be sure to be your pet, and listen.” He says, words dripping with venom.

Nico turns towards him as Luca stomps past him, “You know that's not what I fucking meant Leone!” He barks at him. Luca flips him off and the blond feels the heat finally crawl onto his face, body vibrating with the amount of rage that shoots through him. His eyes catch on a glint of something poking out of the omegas pocket, and he sees the glimmer of a glass pill bottle sitting just beneath the fabric of Luca's trousers. Oh that is the cherry-on-fucking-top, “You're a god damn nuisance!” He snaps out bitterly, chest strangely aching as he watches Luca’s brown locks disappear down into the storage area. 

Nico scowls, breathing picking up as his anger gets the better of him. He turns, swinging his foot aggressively against a barrel. The wooden thing clatters across the docks loudly, and he clenches his fists at his sides, stomach swirling and head throbbing. 

There's no fucking fighting on this ship!

“Nico…”

“What?” He snarls, and Lana winces slightly, slowly moving to sit down next to him, her hand sifting through the sand. She looks out at the ocean, wiggling her toes in the water as the wave comes up over their feet. She glances at the blond, her gaze calm and somehow sorry.

“I'm sorry I didn't stop them from fighting…” She says gently. Nico scowls, jaw clenched tight. Lana reaches over, gently rubbing a hand across his bicep before squeezing, “This don't mean that we'll end up like yer Ma’s ship.” She says softly, and something deep inside Nico’s gut shifts, and he shakes his head, turning the bottle in his hand towards his mouth.

Lana smiles wryly, looking like she's grasping at straws as she shakes his shoulders, “C’mon Nico!” She says cheerfully, “Yer Ma woulda never brought her crew this far! She never woulda convinced us that the Diadem was real! She doesn't have the guts to do what we're doin’!” She rubs his arm again, the alpha's wet, white shirt bunching beneath her hand, “C'mon…” Her green eyes waver as the captain doesn't look at her, still pissed off as he stares out across the glittering waves. His friend sighs, her optimistic smile slipping some, “Nico you can't just shut down like this… The crews standin’ over there wondering what to do because you threw a fit and landed the ship on a random island.” 

“Just do what you want. We're stopping here for a few nights.” He mutters, hazel eyes shifting across the sea.

“But that'll put us off by several days…” Lana’s brows furrow, and Nico shakes his head bitterly, “Nico… C’mon you know that just cause there was one fight…” She groans, looking up at the sky as she whines, “What do you want me to say here!”

“Just relax.” Nico says, tone a little too snappy. Lana frowns at him, and she shakes her head and she pushes herself up out of the sand.

“Fine, if yer gonna sit here and pout like a whimpering pup then I'm gonna get drunk.” She flicks his wet hair, looking upset with him, “I can't deal with you being dramatic over somethin’ that we both know ain't true.” She points at him, “You need to get outta yer sad sack and stop thinking we're the same damn kids from eight years ago.” Nico purposely avoids her eyes, feeling too pissed and stubborn to look her in the eye as she leans towards him, “Yer not yer Ma, Nico.” Her green eyes shift across his face, and Nico clenches his fist around the bottle. Lana’s eyes don't miss it, “I knew that's why you were sulkin’” Her accent is thick as she sets him with a stern stare, “Stop it, ya twit.” She snaps, then turns, walking up the beach.