"Keep her steady!"
The ship bumps the dock, and he grimaces as loud creaking sounds across the boards, several of the crew members cursing as their bodies are jerked.
"I just said!" He looks up at his right hand, flinching when his long earrings hit his cheek and that only seems to spur his anger on, "Keep her steady Lana!"
"Sorry Cap'in!" Lana apologizes urgently, vice grip to the wheel, “I truly am Sir!"
"Shut your trap and man the wheel!" Nico frowns, shaking his head. That girl is surely gonna be the death of him. He worked too hard to get this ship in his hands, he is not gonna lose just because she wants to plunge a hole through the side, "Secure the sails! Then tie the ship to the docks and get your lousy asses off!" He hollers, waving a hand at all of them.
"Aye Captain!" His crew yells, and he watches as the plank hits the docks. His crew loads onto the wooden planks and go into town, getting supplies and starting up trouble with whatever they can get ahold of- whether that be a person or object Nico isn't sure.
“Soooo-” He grunts as an arm swings around his neck, hazel eyes shifting over to Lana as the girl tosses his long, blond locks, “What’s the Almighty Nico Lysander gonna indulge in tonight?”
Nico frowns at her, annoyed, “Fixin’ the side of my boat apparently.” He grumbles at her, paying the man at the dock for entry into town.
“Hey now!” She points a threatening finger at him, her olive skin shining in the hot sun as her face screws up with anger, “Don't start with me mister alpha! You might be bigger than me but I can still kick yer ass!”
He shoves the young beta girl off his shoulders, rolling his eyes as he smiles, “I'll probably find a pub.” He mutters, looking around at the shops littering the streets for a moment before sighing heavily, “After I grab some supplies. I don't trust that James will get everything.”
Lana hums, puffing her cheeks out as she blows her beautiful blond ringlets from her face, “I suppose so.” She says with an accent that's a little too Scottish for him to understand sometimes, “Well I’m grabbin’ sometin’ ta eat!” She yelps, grinning ear to ear as he starts marching off in the other direction, “Ladi’s also somewhere on this island! Let's see if I can lay some pipe tonight, cap'in!”
Nico snorts, shaking his head at her, “You ain't got no pipe to lay Lana!”
“I can still try!” She says, throwing a pre-victory fist in the air. Nico crosses his arms over his broad chest as he watches her go, long blond hair brushing against his pale back as he sniggers. You’d think after all the years he's spent on the ship that he'd be a little more tan than he is.
He looks back over his shoulder, adjusting his handkerchief on his head as he admires his beautiful Dark Angel floating on the water. His eyes catch on Jacob hobbling around up top, the old man's parrot singing happily as Jacob mops the deck.
Nico sighs heavily, smiling contentedly as he makes his way into town. He really doesn't trust James to come back with all the supplies- they haven't touched land in months, and James is notorious for a few too many good nights out. The alpha looks around the market carefully, sharp hazel eyes easily looking over heads. It's times like these that being six-foot-two comes in handy.
His eyes catch on a fruit stand. He smiles, easily wading through the crowd. His sword jangles about and one time it hits an old lady. She cussed him out, but he awkwardly apologized, quickly turning away from her in favor of the oranges and apples that lay in front of him on the market rack.
“How much?” He asks, watching as a tired, pregnant mother stands from her seat behind the front. She smiles wearily, her young son making a racket with a little toy gun.
“It's only a couple shilling for three of each, dear.” She says politely.
Nico nods, grabbing one of the many small bags on his hip as he hands it to her, “This should be enough for two of your baskets if that's alright ma'am.”
She opens the little bag as he adds a few mangos on top of some pears as he fills two baskets up. Her eyes bulge, and she nods eagerly. She must’ve caught sight of the diamonds, “This is plenty, take as much as you want!” She urges.
Nico hums, holding up the baskets, “Have plenty already. Have a good evening.” He winks at the small boy standing behind her, and he grins, looking mesmerized as he looks at the jewels in his mother's hands.
He hears the boy as he walks away, “Ma, that was Nico Lysander!”
He grins, feeling smug. He can't help himself sometimes, okay. Being famous has its perks and then if he's polite to the less fortunate on top of that… Well, let's just say that he's favored over most politicians just about anywhere.
And that rich coming from a “sleazy” pirate.
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