the world always became like a fog during battles. mikoto had always been someone drawn to violence, to fighting, he got a rush out of it, primarily because he always, always
came out on top, but that wasn’t the point. the thrill he felt when he shot off that first cannonball, watched it soar through the sky until bashing into the side of his foe’s ship was so immensely gratifying it made a smirk form on his lips. he supposed, it wasn’t the matter of killing others that made him excited, he didn’t care for death, and he’d prefer to leave people wounded than a corpse, which was why most of his crew knew that it was a good idea to take all of the important members of the other ship, their most impressive crewmen and women, and lock them up in the pirate’s own brig far beneath the deck of their ship.
this battle flit past mikoto in more of a fog than usual. it was like being drunk, or perhaps it was like that moment right before you truly fall asleep, a time that feels real and surreal all at the same time, and before the redheaded pirate knew it, it was over and his crew had captured loot and riches, as well as some potentially terrific prisoners (if watching the back of a dark blue haired male get lifted up and carried down towards the brig, dressed in a lieutenant’s uniform.) mikoto was always the last say on whether or not they kept the prisoners, and when he saw the brief profile of this particular prisoner’s face, his breathing all but stopped and suddenly he felt like he had a lump in his throat preventing him from ever tasting air again—swallowing hard, thickly and blinking a few times to try to recall himself back into reality, because surely that wasn’t who he thought it was—mikoto turned to his first mate, tried to get himself back into the duties that came with being a captain before he went to the cell block and tried to decipher if their prisoner was once someone special to the captain. still someone special, forever someone special…
there were limited casualties, a few people were wounded, but nothing a handful of bandages and alcohol couldn’t fix. a formidable captain had to have a crew to equal his skill, and mikoto was fortunate to have just that. he treated them all with respect, kindness, something that most people did not expect from a pirate. he wondered what his prisoner thought of them, of pirates, did he think that they were all cruel and vicious, even to their crewmates? time passed and as night fell over the ship, in celebration the crew was singing, tatara always preferred to lead them in song, forever excited to share new song’s he’d written, and mikoto took this opportunity to slip away down into the base of the ship. one of his crewmen were down there already, mikoto saw hunger in the man’s eyes as he looked towards the prisoner and he could see it from a mile away—descending the staircase, his amber eyes met his man’s brown ones and he motioned for him to remove himself. ’aye, captain.’ he nodded with respect to his young captain as he shuffled up the steps past mikoto.
”munakata reisi.” the first words that left mikoto’s mouth was the name that had been so familiar for much of his life, growing up together mikoto always had a fascination with danger, and his best friend reisi was so orderly, he was dutiful, even then, and mikoto fell for him immediately. stepping down the final step to the landing, he moved into the light and could see ever so clearly the recognizable face of his former lover. torn apart by duty in the way of reisi, and the desire for freedom from such order, they’d lost each other for so long, and yet here they were, separated by iron bars and nothing else. ”i’d heard you were a lieutenant in the royal navy,” he began, pulling keys out from his back pocket, carding through them to find the one that would open the cell door. he wasn’t afraid reisi would attack him, and surely, if he did, mikoto was more than armed and capable of dealing with the situation appropriately. this, however, was reisi, reisi who’s glasses were—hm. furrowing his brows, he turned to look around the brig until his eyes fell on the table to the side where reisi’s belongings were.
turning back to the cell, he slid the right key into the lock and before he turned it, after trying to be professional for the entire meeting, he felt himself slip. reisi was beautiful, everything about him was familiar and enchanting and he was the most gorgeous thing mikoto had ever seen and the redhead missed him every day, every night, every minute and second—”...how i’ve missed you...” the words left his lips in just above a whisper, said with awe as he took in the situation. he assumed reisi would fight back in some sort of way, he could throw unkind words, but in the end it was going to have the same result. mikoto wanted to be reunited with munakata reisi in every way possible, and unless reisi downright said no, it was what was inevitably going to happen between the two of them. ”someone as special as you deserves an upgrade, would you prefer the captain's quarters alongside me?”
notes: here i am stealing this code from you again...also fuck me up with pirates....jfc MUNAKATA REISI