Black Flag // Marco & Connor
The Captain's voice bellowed through the cabin as he strode between the beds,accompanied by the groans of the crew as they stirred to consciousness,blinking at the candle lights that Marco had lit around the ship a few hours ago. The thump of hard boots against the swaying wood of the Venom begun to echo through the large ship,which was currently docked at a small yet well known traders town,which was popular for it's black market and resources for pirates.
. we've got a schedule to keep ya know!"
He banged on the sides on the beds of those who were yet to get out,clapping loudly as he walked. He moved to the side of one of the two sets stairs that lead up to the deck,smirking.
He nodded as a group of the female members passed up the stairs,who rolled their eyes,causing him to let out a laugh. He knew he'd picked good crew. After another look around the cabins the dark haired male eventually made his way up the deck.
Marco took a deep breath of the fresh air that met him,pausing to look over the side of the town that was facing them. He could hear the mumble of the locals and see the flickering of the lights from the buildings as they left to the pubs that provided the entertainment for the night,one of which was placed close enough to the docks to hear the strumming of the guitar and melody of the violin that played to a quick rhythm. He watched as one of crew jumped down to untie the rope that held the boat to the dock and return just as quickly,still listening. The music was interrupted by the voice of the young man that stood behind him.
. "We're ready to go,Captain."
He turned to look at the man,his red eyes glistening in the light of the moon.
. "Then what are we waiting for?"
He smiled before turning to make his way to the wheel,the black flag raising behind him.
