Disclaimer: I own Kat and Ophelia.
The next day, Foxy was surprised to see Kat in the binnacle already. She was in her corner with her feet up against the wall as she looked over a map. Chica was looking over Kat's shoulder but she looked confused at what she was seeing.
Kat acknowledged him with a wave without turning her head.
Foxy blinked. "How did ye—"
"We could hear you coming." Without missing a beat, she gestured to the table.
"See you later, Kat." Chica pushed herself up. Giving Foxy a smile, she left the room.
"Ye know, I think I will sit by ye for a while." Foxy declared. He strolled over and sat down next to his companion. He felt Kat stiffen and moved so there was space between them. "Listen, if ye ever feel uncomfortable around me crew, tell me."
Kat nodded, her green eyes never leaving the map. She followed a certain pattern with her finger.
"Lass?" Foxy prodded.
Green eyes shot up to meet his amber ones. "What?" Her tone wasn't too friendly as her concentration was being broken. This alone startled Foxy since he'd never seen her get frustrated, or any emotion really.
"Has anyone else done anything to make ye uncomfortable?"
"No."
The redhead man raised an eyebrow. "Ye sure?"
"Yes."
Great, we're back to one worded response. Foxy thought to himself and cleared his throat. "We aren't going to be back to the way we were before, are we?"
Letting out a huff, Kat placed the map down to glare at Foxy which alarmed him.
"I am fine," she firmly asserted with an emphasis on 'fine'. "The only men I have really been around are you, Bonnie, Foxy, and Mike. You have all been nice to me." She pulled her feet under her. "Well, you were after a while."
"I know." Foxy stared into her. "But after what happened with Marionette—"
"Do you like Chica?" Kat questioned without even acknowledging what she was being told; she didn't even skip a beat or look up from the map.
Mystified, the captain stared at the girl. Was she really that good at transitioning subjects or was she not even listening to him? It was hard to tell with her.
"I—um—" He stuttered and blushed. The fact that Kat was staring at him with a stoic, unblinking gaze wasn't helping. "That is not what we're talking about!"
"Then we're done talking." She picked the map back up then moved to the table.
'What just happened?' Foxy asked himself. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, he got up and sat across from the shy girl. The fact that both Kat and Ophelia managed to outwit him, the blonde managing to trick him into giving them an extra day off, was enough to make his head hurt.
In another part of the ship, Ophelia was scrubbing at the floor. She cursed the pirates as she attempted to get scuff marks off the stairs.
"Having fun?"
Her brown eyes narrowed into a glare; Ophelia looked up to see Freddy behind her and slightly relaxed.
"Don't you dare scuff the floor!" She barked, frustrated. "Bad enough you guys let this happen."
Freddy laughed. "What do you expect to happen?"
"I don't know," Ophelia admitted, her lips pursed tightly. "But it's a pain to try to clean."
"Duly noted." The brunet rolled his head back as if in deep thought. "How's Kat doing?"
"Better, thankfully." The blonde nodded. "You know, you're a nice guy; how did you end up as a pirate?" She paused. "And Mike for that matter."
"That's a bit of a story."
Ophelia shot him a scowl. "There's a ton of scuffmarks so I think I have time."
Freddy shrugged. "If you insist." He sat down on the stairs above the blonde.
"Well, go on." She persisted irritably.
"You're impatient." Freddy cleared his throat. "I met Foxy back when we were teens. He was always getting in trouble if you can believe it." He saw Ophelia smirk. "He and Bonnie grew up together in case you're wondering. One day, Foxy grew tired of village life. It was always the same thing day in and day out."
"Oh, you mean like now?" Ophelia interrupted as she gestured around her.
Ignoring that comment, Freddy continued, "He was tired of being in a village with the same thing happening. One day he stole some stuff from neighbors, he approached Bonnie and me and said, 'Let's get out on the seas guys, it'll be fun'." He smiled as he fondly remembered that day. "I wanted to see the world, so I agreed. We waited until night, went down to the docks, and stole a ship."
Flashback:
Foxy grinned with much mischief. He was finally achieving his dream of becoming the one that other feared. The dream of being out of the ocean with no one holding him back.
The salty air was a breath of heaven to him. He felt at home on the open sea with Bonnie and Freddy by his side.
"Aye, this is amazing," Foxy declared to his friends as he inhaled deeply.
"Where are we going first?" Freddy questioned.
"Wherever the wind takes us."
"Won't we need more people?" Bonnie inquired. "A ship this big needs more people."
Foxy nodded. "Ye be right, Bon." He grabbed the wheel. "We're bound to come across more ships eventually." He smirked. "Then the real fun begins."
Freddy and Bonnie glanced nervously at each other.
A few days later, Foxy encountered his first ship raid. He waited until nightfall to slowly approach.
"Ready?" He asked Bonnie and Freddy as he prepared to board the other ship. He set up a plank between the two ships.
"Um, for what?" Freddy queried nervously. He glanced at the other ship as it slowly drifted closer. "Foxy?"
Ignoring his friend's question, Foxy gracefully leapt onto the railing of the boat. He hoisted himself and motioned for Bonnie to do the same.
"Stay here, Freddy," Foxy instructed. With that, he disappeared below deck.
Freddy anxiously shifted his weight as he waited, not knowing what he was waiting for.
Screams and shouts erupted from below, startling the brunet. He heard a splash along with a holler. He glanced over the edge to see a body starting to sink.
The door leading below deck burst open and Bonnie came running out with sacks of treasure. With a heave, he tossed one to Freddy. "Catch!"
"Oof!" Freddy grunted as he caught the sack. "Where's Foxy?"
"He's coming," Bonnie replied. He tossed another sack over and followed suit.
At that moment, Foxy came out dragging a lifeless body. He had a few pirates' hands tied together. "Now, onto me ship or I'll toss ye."
The pirates carefully starting to cross one by one. One lost his balance and plunged into the endless sea.
Screams filled the air as did thrashing. Freddy peeked over to see the pirate start to sink, the last expression on his face fear.
Another pirate came charging for Foxy from below. Foxy quickly unsheathed his sword and jammed it right into his chest. Smirking victoriously, he wiped the blade on the dead pirate's shirt.
He cut off the other pirate's head. Strolling over to the mast, he used a discarded sword to nail the head in place.
"There," he said. He jumped back onto his ship. "Let's go."
End flashback
The blonde hadn't even noticed how invested she was getting into the story. She had abandoned her task and was leaning forward in anticipation.
"Foxy didn't have a good relationship with his parents," Freddy went on. "He decided to be someone that people feared, someone who ruled with an iron fist. That's how we got to where we are."
"And Mike?" Ophelia demanded breathlessly.
"We picked him up after our second raid on a ship." The brunet chuckled. "Not the most exciting story, I know."
The blonde shook her head aggressively. "No, that explains a bit." She insisted smirking mischievously.
"Uh oh." Freddy decided he didn't like the look he was getting.
"I was wondering if you could answer a few more questions." Ophelia trailed off.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading.