The night was clear and everything was so calm on the ship. Only few were awake, those who had the night shift and two of the commanders. Marco and Thatch. The two commanders were lying on the figurehead, staring at the sky. There was a new moon tonight, making the stars shine clearer. Thatch had made them a picnic, as they hadn't been near any islands and he wanted to make something special for Marco. Now he was on his back, Marco resting his head on his chest, staring at the same stars.

"Do you know of the tale what stars are, yoi?" Marco asked, after some silence.

"Which one. I've heard quiet a few." Thatch hummed.

A soft chuckle left Marco. "Well, they say the stars are dead sailors souls, who ascended to the sky to guide other sailors, yoi."

"Ah that one. Yeah I've heard that. Sailors as stars, guiding the people of the sea. Do you think we'll become one?" Thatch smiled softly, not that Marco could see it.

"I don't know. Maybe we haven't deserved it, being pirates, yoi." Marco shrugged lightly.

"We are just children of the sea, Marco. Calling ourself pirates, because we can't live with the laws and injustice that normal people lives under. I guess the sailors knows this and guides us to have a free and happy life."

Marco hummed and shifted, so he was half-sitting, half-lying. He looked down at Thatch, a soft smile on his lips. "Then they are doing a fine job with me, yoi."

Thatch smiled back. "Yeah me too." He then reached out for Marco, letting their lips meet in a sweet kiss.

The kiss was short, but it held all their feelings towards each other. Loving eyes gazed at each other, as they just enjoyed being together, not disturbed by anyone. It wasn't easy to be alone together on this ship, but at night they were all each other's. This they did use to do what couples usual did. Enjoying each other, talk, cuddle and just be cheesy romantic, Thatch the most, but Marco could be so too.

"What other stories have you heard about the stars, yoi?" Marco was curious to know, as he loved to hear about things he didn't know off and more when Thatch told him.

Thatch chuckled at the eagerness in Marco's voice. "Well, I heard they are small suns, billions of miles away, shining and warming other galaxies. Then there's my favorite. The stars are the tears of a goddess, who let them stay on the dark sky, guiding the lost and sad people. Those, who at night cried, because they were lost, sad or lonely. She guides them and shows them that there is always light. You just have to believe."

"What a beautiful tale. So does that make you a star? Because you took the loneliness in my chest away, when you gave me your love, yoi."

"Maybe I am." Thatch teased and shifted, so Marco was lying on his back, Thatch hovering him.

Lips met again, in a heated kiss. It didn't matter if they were stars or not. All that mattered was that they were together.