Sobodai entered the room of his sleeping captain. The boy was asleep on his chair desk, there were maps, with notes and scribbles all over the teen's desk. His head was tilted back, his hat was on the floor, his journal was covering his face, and arms hung by his sides. Of course, the horse man thinks, Lucas will fall asleep in any position, he said. Sobodai knew it was better he didn't regard the boy with his name after all he is his captain and everyone else called him 'young captain'. People often questioned why he had a fifteen year old for a captain, he always answers honestly: they were both imprisoned at the same time, and the boy got him out when he was running away himself, and so he swore to follow and protect the boy. To the naked eye his relationship is that of captain and first mate, but the whole crew knew that truth. What they have is more than that, what they have is the closest thing to a father-son relationship they could have.
Sometimes people forgot that Lucas was still teenager, from his unquestionable leadership, to skill beyond his years, to his unlimited kindness and generosity, to his high intelligence, and charisma, it's easy to forget he's only fifteen. The crew received remainders of Lucas's age when he'd take the boat without anyone knowing and takes it for a spin at full speed, when he'd get it a fight with some other reckless punk kid just for the hell of it, when he walks out of Avery's office muttering about 'that cheap dick-weed and his shitty ass rewards' and expresses his desire to 'punch the shit out of that bastard twenty times' even though Avery is the only thing keeping him between freedom and a cell headed for the gallows, when he has yet another failed attempt at flirting with a pretty girl, when nights like tonight happened when he fell asleep in the most ridiculous and uncomfortable looking position, when he make fun of someone he didn't like after three glasses of Yum, but most importantly when Sobodai would check on the boy just to see him crying while clutching a golden locket with the picture of his parents when the memory of them being killed by Deacon and his damned armada, and the boy barely escaping with his life hits the boy so hard he cannot sleep and must be comforted by his first mate and father figure.
Sobodai carried the boy in his arms and laid down him down in his bed, before pulling the sheet on top of him. The horseman blew off the candle before whispering "good night, Lucas" and then leaving the room.
I know this one is short but IDK what else to put hope you liked that short chapter about ma boi Lucas there will be many more one shots about him.