Beg For Mercy – Seme!Viet X Pirate!Fin
It was a crisp, cool night. Water stretched out for miles around, no land in sight. Stars speckled the sky like freckles pockmarked the face of a small child. The moon was a shining sphere above, the only thing a certain Finn had eyes for.
The Finn's ship, the pride of its port, was a sleek, gleaming shade of mahogany; made of the toughest stuff in the north; large enough to fit a crew of more than 50 men, and that space was not for vain. The Finn had a crew of great men, all loyal to their captain.
His name was Väinämöinen. Tino Väinämöinen. Captain of his ship, his "right-hand-man" was his 'brother' (long story), Nikolas Bondevik, two of a kind, and loyal to each other to the ends of the earth.
Captain Väinämöinen now stood, hands locked behind his back, staring up at the moon.
"It's beautiful, no?" came a voice from behind the Captain.
A small smile graced the Finn's face as he turned to face his brother and said, "How'd you know I was out here?"
"We're in warmer water's now. Whenever that happens, you're always up here, staring at the sky," the Norwegian said, grinning, shrugging as though he knew all.
"I am always fascinated by the sky. This is the same sky we see from colder waters. These are the same stars, the same layout, the same moon," the Finn mused.
"I guess so," Nikolas said, walking up to stand beside Tino.
"There's a storm coming," Tino said, looking towards the horizon at the clouds rolling in.
"We should stay below deck. We haven't been in warm water storms lately."
"Good idea," Tino said, throwing one last glance at the sky.
Little did he know it would be the last view of his precious night sky he would see for a while…