As fearsome the Captain served to be when it came to the dealings with handling parenthood he unraveled and faltered, now understanding the complexity he put on his own old man. Anything above his value, to the emotions of worrying about him. Was easier to evade this type ordeal, go find some vices to drown underneath.
She was forcefully actively making him incur true braveness. To honorably respect his own life, not cast it so aimless, recklessly. Yet it was his nature. The duty to be something proud to look up at was encouraged, to mature. Accept help for his monsters, overcome his pasts, learn from them actively.
Overlooking the bow as high water's splashes over. The line in the sand between, hatred and disappointment, were aspects that upon the surface felt the same. That animosity, tension. His recent therapy sessions with his Crewmate provided some relief, and insight, to have that ability to spill.
Letting bottle's fill up with useless dread, would eventually boil until explode, that often led to splinters affecting the masses he surrounded with. This was just another sail he needed to learn.
His leather steps came inbound. "Ahoy." What else was there to say? Could he really call her daughter; nay. That was unfitting in his belief. She begrudgingly tilted her head with aquatic eyes, "Hey what do you need?" She scanned him as if could easily analyze. Piercing through him with such uncanny intuition. She was impossible to lie too.
Scratching his neck showing signs of discomfort. "Wanted t' talk and resolve our little squabble." She brushed her hands together before standing up. "Don't think that's possible. Did you suddenly cancel this idiotic death battle? - I didn't ask you to fight for me. I'm not expecting or desiring you to suddenly be my Father. I don't understand this need of you attempting..." She said callously, empowered and like himself, was very blunt.
He swallowed gingerly before loosening tension in his jaw. "More than that isn't it? You're now apart ov' my crew too. That part makes it my duty. I've overexposed you too many unpleasantness. Wondered why I made it difficult t' be found. Cause I fail in safeguarding anything I care for. Anytime I remotely get too close, It dies, or I die in the process. When you somehow came from out of nowhere. Tracking me down, well, for a pirate. Who always craves to uncover things until I know all the meaning. it's my flawed obsessiveness. Like t' pretend, I'm someone who's found all th' answers t' life, but It's complicated." Letting out a raspy exhale. His words conveyed stress by inflection alone.
She however saw a glint of something curious. He really was trying. How many people had died in his arms. Or times when he was burying others, who he thought would always be here, or outlast him, did he end up burying himself in the process.
He struggled in confronting her eyesight. Anyone else would brazen be overly confrontational, yet not with her poetically. To someone who shared his blood and was like confronting not only just some shaded past, or present, but even future. Everything was confronting her. This cut was worse than any wound.
Spilling furthermore in confession. "I was fine. Remaining buried, a ghost. I didn't deserve th' light... When you came into my life now if I refrain from ushering or resolving, or doing better. I make you suffer alongside so many others... I cannot do that anymore. Now the only reason, I am stepping out into the light. Is, so I can hoist ye all above and ensure dream's are awakened. If, I could fulfill such, maybe." He canted his head to the side looking with a pathetic idealism. Disbelieving he could ever truly feel entirely cured, overcome beyond numbness.
Her keenness knew leaps. She showed signs of empathy, and wouldn't strike or plunge into an already broken shell man who was genuinely on the verge of trying to be above. Reflecting on her mean comments back but also truthfully she didn't wish to see him become more hurt because of her lingering. She also could admit her weaknesses and shortcomings. Especially recently uncovering there was more than his seemingly paranoid. Whatever he once represented, it seemed he angered many monstrosities.
This world of seas was chaotic. The surface and depth each held infinite bottomless and abundant mysteries. Although yet, he actively tried confronting this now. When most would end themselves, or remove and hide. Even hearing of his pasts and multiple Crews, he took a gambit for a last. He was correct, she was a Crewmate too.
"This battle is touted as where someone damages their soul or dies-- Will if you lose even with all the stakes, make sure you get up again. Then when you do, never lose the same way again. I too; wish to grow. For my reasons as well." Both them showed an unspoken concern to advance to newer heights. They both genuinely cared for another.
He found a bit of the tension loosened, "Will I do b' curious would you like t' train under my mentor, yer Grandfather? I think he'd do better than me in handling your training, I lacked th' same resolve n' control, 'principals'. I couldn't complete his training. You're more compatible, eager.
His therapy sessions showed the actual frontal stage; changing. She saw his active pursuits in attempting to forge a bond. A better relationship with her own, alongside actually asking, unlike just springing out, something suddenly half-baked. Least it felt less like him pushing her away in this manner.
Then he'd further drown that notion and resolve up to confront his true ask, "Want t' fish with me?" She looked startled and amazed and rewarded him with an actual sentimental nod.
Nurturing together as Sun's to higher heights.
