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Crimson Grail

I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE

The sea.

Don’t all good stories start with the ocean? A retelling of a tale that crossed the seven seas just to reach you, the reader?

Well, stories are all best told by the ones who lived them.

If only everyone had lived to tell this tale…

It was a beautiful day in the port city of Albion.

The sun was burning hot and the marketplace was bustling with life. Everyone was out today it seemed, however, you remained back in the shadows, where you belonged.

Your time was at night, when the moon rose high above the water and the people of the city. You cherished the time you could spend in the moonlight, away from others and in your own mind.

If time was kind, and she hardly ever is, you would wander down to the shoreline and place your feet in the water. The warmth of the salt water easing the ache in your bones.

You worked at the Knight and Gayle Pub as a barmaid, tending to sailors and ruffians of all sorts. As long as they had good coin and kept their hands to themselves, you really didn’t care what they did.

However, one evening, there was talk. Talk of pirates… You’d never met one yourself, but, you were the daughter of a sailor, so you knew your way around a ship just fine. Although, these men were talking about blood-thirsty and dangerous, pirates.

They sailed the seven seas in search of money or eternal glory and fame. If it could get them enough rum to fill their bellies and women to warm their beds, that’s really all they cared about. Your father had turned into one of those men. A man who wanted nothing more than to have a warm body to lay next to at night and some rum to drink the pain of his life away.

But the men in the bar that night were talking of one of the most notorious pirates out there, Min Yoongi. Although, most people call him Captain Min.

He is known for taking prisoners and running them dry of all their riches and wealth. No one who has encountered him has gotten away without some sort of tale to tell. They say he is as dangerous as the ocean during a storm, but will reward you well if you are part of his crew.

“Y/N! What in the name of the devil are you doing out here? We have customers in the bar that need tending to. Go, get dressed and tie your corset tight, I want your bosom up to your chin to attract lots of men tonight. A ship is docking, and there will be lots of coin to earn!” The owner yelled from the kitchen as he prepared the next round of slop for lunch time.

Disdain curled in your stomach as you walked away from the lively market and back towards your dull life of booze, men and whores.

The night brought sailors, you this knew well and as the owner predicted, another ship. These men seemed like merchant sailors who were just stopping for supplies on their route for trade. You served them well, like you always did, and tried to catch up on the latest news from the seas.

“Did ya ‘ear about the massive war that broke out between Captain Min and The Captain of the Blue Fox! It was a huge fight and there must’ve been loads a’ dead floatin’ after the dust settled.”

Your interest was piqued, so you strolled over and set another pint of beer down for them as they smiled and threw you a few more coins.

“Who won, then?”

“Captain Min a’ course! Who else did ya think would win? What I wouldn’t do to be a member a’ that crew… Imagine all the women ya’d get, just by bein’ Captain Min’s good graces, they probably come at you in crowds… What a life, huh?”

Captain Min and Blue Fox had it out?

Those two drunkards were right then, if the two of them had fought, the aftermath was probably disastrous.

Hearing that Captain Min had won, however, was no surprise to you. He was well known throughout this town, and had made an appearance every once and awhile, or so you’d been told. You’d never met him before, but you had wanted to ever since you were a teenager.

The stories of the young Captain Min taking out several ships and trading routes of the rich and famous were well known. Parents told them to their children before bed, making their dreams rich with tales of adventure and riches.

You had heard about him since you were around fourteen.

A few of your fellow barmaids had apparently seen him walking down by the shoreline. That night you had wandered down to the shore, hoping to spot a glimpse of the infamous Captain Min, but alas, it was just you and the sea that night.

Perhaps it was better that way.

Sometimes meeting legends was one of the ways to make them not seem like stories anymore, they were just like the old men who chased skirts in the tavern and disrespected you and your fellow workers.

Perhaps it was better to keep the infamous Captain Min Yoongi a story in the end.

A few days later the tavern was bustling with life. Men were here and there and the rum and beer were flowing.

There was enough booze in there to sink a ship.

However, you were not enjoying your time. There was a certain customer that has been pestering you all night. Tugging on your skirt and even trying to grab your breasts. The owner pushed it aside, thinking the man was merely drunk, and if he was paying for service, you had better provide it.

It was probably your third time passing the table and you felt a firm smack on your behind. You jumped and dropped the current liquor in your hands. You watched in terror as it all fell to the floor.

All the noise in the tavern stopped. Everyone looked at you, some with disinterest, others with sympathy, and some with hunger. You quickly tried to gather everything up, but the owner was there before you had a chance to.

“What do you think you’re doing?! That liquor is worth more than you are you wench! What do I pay you for if you’re just going to go and lose profit for me? I’m not paying you for the rest of the month, you have to work off all the liquor you just wasted!” The owner growled, gripping you by the wrist.

You yelped in pain, but stayed still, fearful of what was to happen if you tried to fight back.

“Or maybe one of these lovely gentleman would be willing to pay for your liquor if you let them in the warmth of your bed for the night?”

There was a loud hollering from some of the men.

“10 trinny coins for the ladies bed!”

“I’ll pay 30 for that woman!”

“35 for the whore!”

Your heart was beating rapidly as people stopped talking.

“60 trinny coins for the woman.”

A voice perked up from the back. The room became deadly silent.

Tears were pouring down your face at the sound of whoever was deciding to take you for the night. You weren’t particularly strong, so, the idea of breaking free was out of the question.

The owner looked at the man coming forward. He wasn’t tall, nor was he short, he was large enough to be intimidating, that was for sure.

Also, the way he carried himself gave you just enough knowledge to know that tampering with him wasn’t a good idea.

He slowly walked forward, making each step he made something purposeful.

Finally, he lifted his head, and you saw that he was gorgeous.

He had dark black hair that shone in the dim light of the tavern. Pale skin that seemed to radiate the moonlight itself. Deep eyes that were bluer than the ocean.

He was handsome, that was for sure.

You lost the ability to speak, but tears still flowed down your face as you awaited his approach. It felt like forever until he was right next to you.

The owner held out his hand, expecting his money. The man before you made good on his word and tossed a sack of money his way. You watched as the money hungry man opened the satchel and his eyes lit up, as if a child given a new toy.

“Take her, she’s yours until tomorrow night. Make sure she can at least stand.”

And with that, you were being pulled out of the tavern and into the night air. Your heart was racing as you were hauled towards an inn. The man walked in and set coins on the counter. The clerk at the front looked at the coins, then at the two of you and nodded his head and threw a room key in your direction.

The walk up the stairs was silent, mind your sniffling of course.

Finally, you reached the top and you heard the door unlocking. Panic set into your bones as you were hauled into the room with the door shutting behind you.

Your tears came harder now. It seemed as though they weren’t going to stop anytime soon either. The man who had brought you here loosened his belt and baldric and threw them onto the dresser that made you jump.

He turned back to look at you with moderate interest as he acknowledged you for the first time since you left the tavern. His footsteps were purposeful as he came towards you, his face unreadable.

You were trembling with fear. You’d never been with a man before, what was it like? Would this turn you into a common whore? Someone who slept around just to get a little more coin on the side? That’s not what you wanted from your life. You wanted to fall in love, with a good man and to make an honest living…

But the sea.

The sea called to your heart like nothing else ever had before…

However, the man before you wasn’t making any moves to remove your clothing. You stayed stock still, waiting for him to make some sort of advance, but it never came.

“Are you afraid?”

The soft words startled you, but you were too scared to speak.

“It appears you are… I won’t be taking you tonight. Fear not, little bird, I’m not about to take a woman who wasn’t eager for my company. Stay here for the night and rest.”

You were shocked by his words.

He paid 60 trinny coins to have you, and yet, he wasn’t going to take you?

“B-But you paid so much money,” you said, blushing at your words.

“That I did. But I knew a majority of the lot in that tavern, young miss, and believe me, you didn’t want to be spending the night with any of them.”

You were stunned into silence.

“I’ll be off then. Don’t forget what I’ve done for you. I may have you repay me in the future.”

He walked to the window and opened it. You watched as he looked around and then, without any words spoken, he jumped.

A gasp escaped your lips as his frame disappeared before you. You expected to hear a groan of pain or some indication that he fell into something. But the room was dead quiet. It sent a chill down your spine.

Although, you weren’t going to forget this.

You could never.

---

A few months later and there was talk of ships going missing around the world.

The Great Pirate Red Mane had gone down with his ship; The Blind Corsair only two weeks prior.

There had been no word of the notorious Captain Min and the crew of The Crimson Grail. That was until one morning.

You were working tirelessly in the tavern, getting ready for the nightly crowd. The owner had not sold you off for the night again, apparently there were better things to focus his mind on. Such as his new lady he had been courting for the past month.

The sound of the door opening caught your attention.

“Welcome to the Knight and Gayle, best tavern this side of the tide. What can I get for you?”

You watched as two men approached the bar and asked for a bottle of rum. They gave you their shillings and you took it back to the owner, who was more than happy with their purchase.

The men drank silently. You wondered what had happened to them. No men just came in here and drank rum silently. Especially not after spending that much money for an entire bottle.

But silent they were. Until one of them whistled for you to come over.

“Something else you need, gentleman?”

“We’re about the furthest ya can get from gentleman sweetheart, however, have you heard of the Crimson Grail?” One of them asked, leaning closer to the bar.

“The Crimson Grail? You mean, the one sailed by Captain Min?”

The two men nodded and continued.

“It’s here, in Albion. It’s docked on the furthest dock all the way down. It’s been beat up something awful, yet, she still made it into port.”

Your heart was racing.

The infamous Crimson Grail was here, along with Captain Min no doubt!

“Has anyone caught sight of the crew? Or it’s Captain?” You asked like an eager child.

The men shook their heads.

“The only person who’s come off the ship was being carried by a few other crew mates. The assumption is the poor bloke is dead. But, they’re recruitin, just for tonight! There’s a line that just about reaches this tavern’s doors! Me and my friend here went and asked, but apparently that first mate didn’t like us. What a cock he is… that’s why we got the rum, see?”

“Do you know where they’re heading?”

“Story is, they’re heading east, and not planning on coming back anytime soon. This’ll be the last we hear of Captain Min for a long while, missy, and I think that’s for a good reason.”

You nodded and went back to work.

The Crimson Grail was recruiting?

And after that, they were going east, not due to return for, who knows how long?

This might be your very last chance at getting away, if they would have you. It’d been awhile since you sailed a ship and, what about your appearance? Well, perhaps in the right clothes you could pull off a boy.

Once you’re aboard. You’d be free… Free to get away from this hell you’d been living for so long. Able to adventure around the map with the wind in your hair and the sun on your skin.

You’d be able to be at sea, the place that had called to you with such longing ever since you were a child. A place you felt truly at peace with yourself and the world…

Freedom…

Something you’d never had before.

Your mind was made up.

You were going to join the crew of the Crimson Grail and sail the seas in search of adventure and new people.

A new life to call your own.

---

Later on that night, you were up in your quarters that you shared with a few other bar maids. You had found some cloth that looked decent and tied it around your chest, securing your breasts.

You’d also found some men’s clothing that they’d left here after being chased out by the owner after wild nights in the tavern. You grabbed your hair and placed a bandana on your head, securing the mess up into your hat.

Gazing at yourself in the mirror you were pleased to see that you didn’t appear terribly feminine. If you kept your head down, people probably wouldn’t even question you too much.

With that, you grabbed all the money you could find, even if it wasn’t yours, and headed out the door.

You moved with ease through the crowd, something that being a barmaid had given you. People were speaking and drinking; partying as they all did.

However, you, were on a mission.

A mission for your freedom. You maneuvered your way past some guards and a few unsightly men that seemed a little too aggressive for your liking, and made your way to the docks.

The tide was almost at a peak time to leave.

You had to be quick.

With haste, you made your way to the docks. Watching as merchants, sailors and common folk all milled around.

Then, a horrifying thought struck you.

You’d never seen the Crimson Grail… How were you supposed to be sure that was the ship? What if those old geezers were lying to you, just because they could!

Your stomach sank when you heard yelling.

Some idiot had set fire to the market place.

You watched in horror as people ran screaming and others started to haul water from the sea towards the angry blaze.

This was your chance to run, board any random ship and be on your merry way!

You ran down the docks and made it to the end, where Captain Min’s ship is supposed to be.

There was a ship there with crimson red flags. Men were hauling materials and barrels aboard the ship as a man was barking orders at them.

Without much more thought, you approached them.

“Pardon,” you said, trying to keep a level tone.

“Yes, what is it?” The man said, turning to face you.

“I heard the Crimson Grail is recruiting.”

There was a sigh before he turned around again.

“I’ve got all the sailors I need for now, thanks lad, there’s no room for you aboard this ship.”

Frustration swam through your body. Did he just refuse you?

Without even asking about your experience or anything of the like? What nerve this man has, just assuming that someone isn’t worth his time before they even get a few words in!

“I think you’ll find you have room for one more.”

Anger coursed through your veins as he faced you once more.

“Listen boy, I don’t have time for young scallywags coming about my ship and making a ruckus. If you’re worth it, you’re going to have to prove it to me,” he said, looking at you with a challenging face.

“I grew up on the seas, I know of the wind and the tides, I know how Calypso breathes life into these sails. I know of medicine, and how to cure the sick and injured. I can drink any man under the table and I can most certainly pull my weight on your crew. I only want to sail under the colors of freedom. Can you promise me that?”

He gave you another once over and then smiled, holding his hand out to you.

“I’m first mate Jin, welcome aboard the Crimson Grail.”

You sighed and shook his hand, then sighed the paper with your father’s name. After that he left you to board and get settled into space for the night, they were setting sail in an hour.

After you hauled your things together inside the cramped chest you were given for the time being, you went up on deck. Everyone was running around and looking for something to do.

“Pull those ropes and get the wind in our sails! It’s time to cast off!” Jin yelled as he stood at the helm. You rushed to help and managed to help without messing up.

You’d forgotten how busy it was to be on a ship.

There was always something to do, and if you weren’t doing it, you were dead. The feeling of being a part of a crew filled you with a sense of belonging. These men were now your crew mates. You had to protect them. Fight with them. Be one of them.

You turned as noticed the shoreline had gotten very far away in a short amount of time. How had that happened?

There it went.

Your old life.

Ahead of you, there was nothing but open sea and a new adventure waiting on the horizon.

Crimson Grail VI

Hi Guys!

Hope you’re all having a great day!

Here’s the next chapter of Crimson Grail. (If you want the scoop it has more chapters on AO3.org DreamingCompanion is the name there if you want to find me. Just in case you wanted the latest on this story. But I will still be posting it here too.) TL;DR It’s posted on AO3 too. With more chapters. 

Pairing: Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pirate!AU, Fantasy, Romance, Adventure

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: Descriptions of Violence.

Yoongi bolted across the docks, heading right for the spot where something had fallen in the water. Jumping aboard Allistar’s ship Yoongi saw the men gathered over on the other side, near the railing. 

Pulling his pistol he cocked it and aimed directly at Allistar’s head.

“Bring her up, right now,” Yoongi said, placing his finger on the trigger.

Allistar paled as he saw Yoongi before him.

“W-What do you mean?” 

“Bring my wife up this instant before I blow your brains across the deck,” Yoongi warned. 

“I haven’t the faintest idea of what you mean?” Allistar said, feigning ignorance. 

“Captain!” Jin’s voice echoed through the cavern.

“Take this, don’t lose it,” Yoongi said to him, hanging over his effects. 

“Sir it’s been at least three minutes-”

“Don’t lose them!” Yoongi shouted, heading down the deck and towards the top.

Jumping in swiftly he landed in the cold water. The icy liquid ran over his body, soaking through his clothes and making him want to shiver, but he knew that he had to save you. There would be no other alternative. 

The salt stung his eyes as he looked for you. Panicking he looked around for your hair against the reefs under the ships. Looking for the swirling tendrils of your locks he finally found you, and he swam deeper. His lungs already hurt from the effort, but he wouldn’t give up. 

Wrapping his arms around your chilled frame he tried to pull you up, when he realized that you had rocks strapped to your feet. He mentally screamed in rage at the stupid young man who had just tried to murder his wife. 

Pulling out his knife he brought it to your restraints and cut you loose. 

Planting his feet firmly on the bottom he pushed you to the top, following closely behind you. 

As the pair of you breached the surface, Yoongi grabbed your waist and pulled you to the dock. Greaves was there, waiting for the two of you with bated breath. 

“Captain!” He said, reaching down.

“Get her up,” Yoongi said, pushing you into his arms. 

Greaves hauled you up onto the wooden surface of the dock, laying you on your back. Yoongi pulled himself up and out of the water with the ease of a lithe cat, settling beside you.

“Do you know how to resuscitate her?” Greaves asked.

“Don’t look,” Yoongi demanded, taking his knife and cutting your corset off of you shortly thereafter. 

Once it was removed he checked your breathing. You weren’t, to say the least. Your lips were blue from the chill of the water and lack of oxygen. Quickly Yoongi started pushing just below your breasts. He did this quickly and with precision, not alleviating for a moment.

Jin came running down the dock soon after Yoongi began. 

“Captain! The men have Allistar and his trapped. They await your orders sir,” Jin said, looking down at the gruesome scene before him. Yoongi was trying desperately to bring you back, but the more he tried the less you seemed to respond. 

It broke his heart that someone so kind and generous was going to be dead because of something as stupid as wanting power over the other. It disgusted Jin for the first time. 

Being a pirate disgusted him.

Jin kneeled down beside his captain, taking his shoulders in his hands. 

“Captain,” he said.

But Yoongi didn’t stop, he kept pushing and pushing, hoping that you’d come back. You had to, he’d barely gotten to know you. But he knew that he didn’t mind waking up with you beside him. Having you to talk to in the morning. The way you blushed when his stare lingered a moment too long. 

And the way you’d jump into action to save his own life. 

“Captain,” Jin said again.

But Yoongi refused to listen.

“Come on, come on, come on,” he repeated as he forced his weight down on you. 

“Yoongi!” Jin yelled. 

Everyone froze at the utterance of their captain’s name. 

“Stop, she’s gone,” Jin croaked, holding back his own tears. 

“No,” Yoongi whispered. 

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll have the men gather her up, you need to rest,” Jin said, placing a jacket over Yoongi’s shoulders. 

“Give me my pistol,” Yoongi demanded.

“That’s not a good-”

“Give me the fucking pistol now!” Yoongi growled. 

Jin quickly handed the weapon over without more protest. 

Taking it Yoongi ran up the deck, headed toward Allistar. 

“Where are you? You son of a bitch!” Yoongi yelled, climbing the deck until he was level. Then he shot into the air, making everyone jump. Yoongi glowered at the crowd in front of him. 

“Captain!” Jin shouted, but it sounded so far away to Yoongi now. 

You were dead and this bastard had to pay. 

“Come out here you scared little wretch!” Yoongi said, reloading his pistol.

The crowd didn’t part and Yoongi called his men off, bringing them behind him while he walked along the deck of the ship, trailing his nails along the weathered wood brought him an unusual calm as he looked around at the captain.

“Tell me, at what point did you think it would be a good idea to take something valuable away from me? Hmm? Did you forget who you were dealing with?” Yoongi asked, getting closer and closer with each question.

“Captain Min listen to me,” Allistar said, backing up against the railing. His men doing little to protect him.

“Listen to you? Are you insane? Do you hear yourself right now?” Yoongi asked. “You truly are as naive as they say you are. But at what point did you think that messing with me, and the people that I care about was in any way a good idea?”

“Captain Min, she was plotting against you! She planned to murder you and take the Grail for herself! I was only helping a fellow Pirate Lord,” Allistar pleaded.

Yoongi full on laughed. Heart wrenching laughter that brought a tear to his eye. Tears that didn’t stop. 

“I have lost so much, Allistar. So much in my life. That’s what this life gets you. Sure there’s bountiful booze and treasure to gaze upon. And the glory of having your name on the tongues of several common folk. But here, tonight? You made the worst mistake of your life. You took something from the wrong person, and I’m here to make sure that you pay for every inch of it with your life.” Yoongi said, aiming the gun directly at Allistar’s head. 

“Please,” Allistar said.

“Please what?” Yoongi continued, sounding soft. But his eyes betrayed his facade. Yoongi was angry. Truly and deeply angry for the first time in a long while. And he wasn’t too sure what was going to happen now. He wanted to murder Allistar. It would be justified, he’d killed you. He went against the code, and now he could pay with his life for it.

“Please, spare me. Do you want me to beg?” He asked, raising a brow.

Yoongi scoffed and looked at the young male practically groveling at his feet.

“Have you no shame boy? You made a mistake, and now you must pay for it with your life. Pirate’s life, mate,” Yoongi concluded.

He cocked the gun in place and set his target.

Everything was still. 

Until.

“Y-Yoongi don’t,” a weak voice croaked from behind him. 

Spinning around Yoongi saw you, cloaked in Jin’s coat and standing on the deck on shaky legs. 

“Y-Y/N?” He said, looking at you in disbelief.

“Yoongi, don’t hurt him,” you said, collapsing onto the deck. Quickly, Yoongi made his way over to you, collecting you in his arms and wrapping you up in Jin’s jacket. 

“Oh my Goddess, you’re alive. Y/N,” Yoongi said, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“I continued trying to bring her back when you left,” Greaves said.

“Thank you Greaves,” Yoongi said, rubbing your shoulders to warm you up.

“Do-on’t hurt him Yoongi,” you mumbled, trying to stay conscious. 

“But Y/N, he-”

“He’s young and stupid. Let him learn from this instead of murdering him for it,” you said, exhausted.

“As you wish, Y/N. Allistar?” He said, turning and giving the man an icy glare.

“Y-Yes?”

“If you ever come near my wife again, I don’t care how much you beg, you’re a dead man. Understand?” 

“Yes,” he said, slumping over and landing on the deck on his knees. 

Yoongi nodded in finality, picking you up and starting to walk off the deck. 

Jin followed closely after, fussing over you and Yoongi both. The entire crew followed closely behind Yoongi and yourself, making sure no one came close to you. 

“Yoongi? Can I sleep now?” You yawned, cuddling up to him and his warmth. 

“Yes dear, sleep. You need it,” he said.

And with that you drifted off into the blackness...

—

You woke up a few hours later, a chill running through you. Yoongi was asleep on the other side of the bed, back facing you as he slept. You smiled and simply grabbed another blanket that was at the foot of the bed and pulled it over you, cuddling back down into the sheets when-

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, facing you now.

“Yoongi!” You yelped, jumping up. You hissed in discomfort as your shoulder whined in protest at the sudden movement.

“Are you alright?” He asked, shuffling closer to you.

You nodded slowly, rubbing your aching muscles to ease the pain. He sighed and pushed your hands away, moving your shirt down and looking at the bullet wound himself. You blushed and looked away, trying not to seem childish in your actions.

“It doesn’t look infected. It was a clean shot, through and through but it might’ve chipped something in there. Do you want something for it?”

You shook your head, simply rubbing it some more. “No, it’s not so bad. Just hurts with sudden movement,” you explained.

“Alright,” Yoongi said, leaning back down on the bed.

You mimicked the behavior, about ready to fall asleep once more when Yoongi spoke up again. 

“Y/N?”

You turned your head towards him, looking at his soft expression in the moonlight. 

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking at the bruise purpling on your cheek. 

“Yes, I’m alright. How about you?”

“I’m... nervous,” he said carefully.

“About?” You continued.

“This... Us...” he whispered softly.

“What about us?” You asked.

“Well ever since that day everyone’s been calling us husband and wife and I, well... I haven’t properly asked you and you haven’t actually said yes. There’s been no ceremony and I feel like I should at least ask you what you want before-”

“Yoongi, are you asking me to marry you?” You gaped. 

“I think that’s what I’m trying to do, but I’m not sure,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Well. Ask me properly then,” you said, sitting up in bed and smiling. Yoongi sat up as well, moving forward to take your hands.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded. Coming forward you brought Yoongi into a hug. He smelt like the sea and something else. You weren’t sure what it was, but it brought you comfort. He patted you back softly and when the two of you broke apart, you gazed at him.

“Something else troubles me,” Yoongi said, playing with his fingers.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I don’t know you very well. I know you’re stubborn and you are clever. But I don’t know much else besides that. But I do know how frightened I was when I thought you’d died. I-um... Well let’s not go there but, tell me something about yourself that no one else knows. And I’ll do the same to you,” he offered.

You mulled it over in your head for a moment before thinking there was no harm in letting your future husband get to know you. Thinking a little longer you came up with your answer. “I’m a terrible swimmer,” you confessed. 

“Are you really?” Yoongi asked, looking at you with concern.

“I can keep my head above the water and that’s about it,” you said, blushing.

“That’s not a good trait for someone who is at sea often,” he mentioned.

“That’s why I don’t make it common knowledge,” you said flippantly. 

“Alright, fair enough,” Yoongi said.

“And you? What’s something that no one else knows about you?” You asked.

“I love dogs,” Yoongi announced.

“You what?” You giggled.

“I love dogs. When I was younger we had a dog named Holly and I loved him. To pieces I did.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” you said, smiling at him.

“But there’s no room for a dog aboard a pirate ship so I haven’t had one since. Probably never will again. But, I love the creatures. They’re loyal, and loving without restraint. I want to show that kind of honesty with myself,” he said.

“Well, never say never. Maybe we could get a dog someday.”

Yoongi smiled at that. “Maybe we could,” he agreed, “but it’s late. You need your rest. Lie back,” he said, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over your form. You snuggled deep into the scratchy wool, letting the comforting sensation overwhelm you. 

Just as you were about to fall asleep you felt a small kiss being pressed to your head. “Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.”

—

During the night, you were tossing and turning...

You felt a strong hand on your shoulder. Jolting you moved to see Yoongi, staring at you softly. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, pushing himself up on his elbow to look down at you. 

“Y-Yeah, just can’t seem to get comfortable,” you answered, brushing your hair from out of your face. You looked at Yoongi with a gentle gaze.

“How can I help?” he asked, scooting closer to you.

“I... Um-uh,” you whispered, Yoongi suddenly seeming almost too close.

“Y/N...” his eyes trailed down to your lips.

“Yoongi?” you questioned. He leaned forward slowly, waiting for you to reject him. It didn’t happen. You allowed him to connect his lips to yours, making your body run with electricity. You didn’t have any idea what had gotten into Yoongi, you had no idea that he felt this way. But you weren’t going to stop him when it felt so right.

Pulling back you rested your head against his. “What’s this all about?” you asked. 

“I don’t know what’s come over me, but I can’t hold myself back... Y-you’ve made a mess of me, and I don’t know what to do.” 

“Yoongi,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry, I-I’ll stop,” he said, moving to turn over. 

“No!” you yelped. 

“Y/N?” he said. Hope filled his eyes as he looked at you with a new found hunger. 

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded. 

Yoongi rushed forward and placed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Yoongi smiled against your mouth as well, making it a little difficult to kiss him.

“Don’t smile so much, can’t kiss you properly,” you giggled. 

“Sorry, I can’t help but smile when I’m with you,” he said, wrapping his hands around your waist. God your blood was on fire, you couldn’t help the whine that came from your lips. 

“Yoongi,” you whimpered, pushing your chest against his desperately. 

“I hear you dove, I hear you,” he said, encouraging you to lie down on your back. 

“But Yoongi,” you whispered.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far?” he asked, worry crossing his features. 

“No, it’s alright, just... hurry,” you said, thighs rubbing together out of discomfort. 

“I want to take my time with you, dove. I want you whimpering my name as I make you come undone again and again beneath these sheets,” he said, smiling brightly.

“Yoongi, it’s-it’s my first... I’ve never,” you said before he placed his fingers on your lips. 

“That’s alright, I’ll show you. You’ll be safe, I’ll take care of you,” he said, interlocking his fingers with yours. 

“I trust you...” you said.

Yoongi looked down, eyes growing dark. 

“That is your first mistake,” he growled, launching forward and pressing his thumbs into your throat. 

Fear struck down your spine at the man. Someone you’ve never been fearful of, until now.

“Y-Yoon-gi!” you gasped out, pushing against his strong arms. You tried, wriggling your legs, fighting tooth and nail, but it was no use. 

Yoongi was crying as he looked down at you. 

“I’m so sorry, but they’ll never let you live,” he cried.

—

You awoke to an empty bed. You grabbed at your throat, still feeling the haunting touch of the one you wanted so badly. It made you feel uneasy in the room, everything undisturbed. Yoongi’s clothes were missing, he was probably on deck ordering the men about.

But everything was normal, the room looking like it did when you’d gone to bed. 

You decided it would be best if you got up and shook the odd dream off, not letting it affect you and your day. Although you couldn’t help the soft sensation of someone’s lips draping against yours for a moment, before it disappeared completely.

Gathering your clothes up, there came a knock at the door. 

“Who is it?” you asked. Walking up to the door you listened through the wood.

“It’s me,” Yoongi’s voice echoed through.

“One moment, let me get changed!” you said, turning away from the door before you heard it open anyways.

“We don’t have time! Tobias’ ship has been spotted near the Painted Shell Isles,” he said, barging in.

“Yoongi!” you yelped, holding your clothes over your scantily clad body.

“Oh-um, sorry, we-we can talk through the door,” he said, shutting it quickly.

You rolled your eyes before beginning to dress.

“Where did the information of Tobias come from?” you asked, pulling a stocking up your leg.

“Scarlett, she heard the news on a dock in Yocleptes. A former crew member of his that was disgruntled divulged in another sailor and one of Scarlett’s crew over heard. So naturally, they told her and now she’s back in Shipwreck cove to gather a few of us to go after him,” he said.

“Who will be joining her?” you questioned.

“Us, Jimin and Allistar will be joining her on this, the rest will be trying to get more information on the Heart of the Ocean, and what kind of danger we’re in,” Yoongi answered. 

“Yoongi, if Tobias truly does have the Heart of the Ocean, what kind of danger would we be in?”

“I think you already know, Y/N. A man with that kind of power, the nasty beast of the Kraken at his side, we’re looking at someone very threatening. He could very easily control the entirety of the seven seas,” he said, concern dripping into his tone. 

“We can stop him, can’t we Yoongi?”

“I hope so, Y/N, I hope so.”

--

It’s difficult to find Yoongi for the rest of the day. 

Whether he was in the cabin and needed privacy or was plain just not around. You were wandering around shipwreck cove, just getting used to the surroundings. Some of the stuff here was extremely old, to the point where you were curious when it came from. 

You found a cutlass on the inside of one of the halls, picking it up you marveled at the craftsmanship. It was beautifully made, well balanced and just the right size for you.

“That was me mother’s cutlass.”

You gasped and dropped the sword, and it nicked a finger on the way down.You yelped in discomfort, holding your finger in your mouth. But then it was you realized you weren’t alone. Turning around slowly you found Swallowtail, looking at you with a passive look.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you said, hurrying to pick it up to hand it back over.

Suddenly, a clang rang throughout the air. He had drawn his own sword against you. Looking at him you wondered if he knew what he was doing, or if this was another test from yet another Pirate Lord. Allistar nearly tried killing you, now Swallowtail seemed to be... challenging you?

“Don’t be sorry, be ready,” he said, taking a swipe at your cheek. You ducked backwards, sword coming up to block the blow. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, incredulous at his actions.

“Testing out to see if Yoongi’s bride is really worth all the talk. Allistar certainly gave you a run for your money, but now... it’s my turn,” he said, bringing his sword up again to take a swipe at your already injured shoulder. 

“I don’t want to fight you,” you said, blocking the blow once more.

“Then get ready to die,” he said, striking with force towards your knees. 

Blocking his sword you lifted up and pushed his blade away from yourself, easing back into old habits was difficult if you haven’t practiced. But sword fighting was in your blood with your father having to fend off petty thieves and sometimes even pirates. Interesting that you would throw your lot in with them, even possibly marry one. But your father knew the fascination with treasure, the longing for freedom on the sea.

Although it was no time for reminiscing, it was time for action. 

You moved forward, food first to give yourself power behind the movement. You struck for his shoulder as well, trying to give a show of power. He parried your move, swinging the blades down away from his body much like you had done earlier. 

“You have some fire in those veins, I can see it, just how to get it out of ye is the question,” he snickered. 

You breathed, trying to keep a level head. If you got angry, you’d get sloppy, and that could cost you big time. You had to be calm about this. As if your life wasn’t on the line. 

His next move was a thrust for your stomach, something that could really do some damage if you hadn’t moved back when you did. This man wasn’t playing around, he genuinely wanted to test you, try see if you were all bark and no bite. Although that should’ve occurred to you a little earlier, maybe when he brought the sword out. But it didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was showing you weren’t some arm piece for Yoongi. You were able to hold your own and do what needed to be done without a man standing guard over you. 

“We don’t have to fight you know,” you tried to reason, throwing a jab at his ribcage.

“Apparently, my dear,” he crossed his blade with yours, drawing it down until the very tips were touching. “We do.”

He threw his blade over his head and brought it down as if to cut you in half with it. But you blocked the slower movement easily, sliding his blade away with a flick of your wrist. The confidence was coming back, the sureness in your steps. It was feeling familiar again, to hold the blade in your hand.

“What will you do when my husband gets here?” you said, teasing him.

“Well, perhaps he’d like to join in?” he laughed, throwing another slash your way. Another block, the sword moving away from your body. 

“You’ll be sorry you messed with me,” you said, pushing forward and cutting with ferocity. He moved out of the way just in time, your blade hitting the wood behind him. 

“Why? Gonna sick yer husband on me?” he taunted.

“I’ll do worse,” you smirked, “making you regret the day you ever decided it was a good idea to mess with me.”

“Lass, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but, you don’t scare me,” he said, swiping forward. You heard the whistling of the metal ringing through the air. It made your blood sing, the feeling of fighting again. Fiercely moving a blade in your hands. 

“You underestimate me,” you said, “I’ll make you regret it.”

He laughed, hearty and strong. “I’d like to see you try.”

Moving forward you struck harshly against his blade, making your teeth ring in your skull. He seemed unfazed by your aggressive attack. Swallowtail moved once more, as if he were dancing with you. Together the pair of you charged at one another, swords coming together in a loud clang. You were a breath apart, looking at each other through crossed blades. 

“You have great spirit Lass, I’ll give you that,” he said, pushing you harshly backwards, making you crash into the wood of the wall. You winced, feeling the splinters cutting into your skin. But you didn’t stop. It was a matter of your pride at this point. You didn’t care about what he said, you just wanted to win.

“You don’t know me,” you said, growling. 

“Don’t be that way lassy,” he said, mocking a hurt tone.

Suddenly, he was at your throat, sword pressing into the soft flesh there. You gasped in shock, your blade held limply at your side. 

“Sorry lassy, nothing personal, strictly business,” he said, pushing the blade in harder. 

You felt a warm trickle of blood going down your throat. 

Before you could cry out, a blade was held against his neck as well.

“Yoongi,” you whispered. 

“Now, Swallowtail, this is no way to treat a lady,” he said, smirking.

“Ah, we were just practicing,” Swallowtail smiled, moving away from you.

“Yes, practicing includes pushing so hard my wife bleeds?” Yoongi asked.

“Don’t act like you haven’t spilt a little blood in the name of practice Yoongi,” he scoffed.

“Step away, Swallowtail,” he said, pushing his sword a little harder. 

“Aw, I was just looking for a little fun,” Swallowtail complained.

“I won’t ask again, Swallowtail,” Yoongi warmed.

The man stood, putting his hands up in a mock surrender. Yoongi didn’t dare move his sword from his throat. You stood up, placing your hand against your throat, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Now, if I see you come near my wife again, there will be hell to pay,” Yoongi said.

“You can’t threaten everyone who comes near her, Yoongi. Sooner or later, something is going to happen. Because she’s the bride of a pirate. You think this life saved her? You’re wrong, all you’ve done is sealed her death,” Swallowtail laughed.

“I-I,” Yoongi stuttered. 

“That’s not true, Yoongi. Come on, let’s go,” you urged, putting your hand on his arm. He listened, turning around and putting you in front of him before walking you down the hallway.

Yoongi was physically upset as you approached the Grail.

“Don’t let him get to you,” you encouraged.

“I’m not, don’t assume me to be so feeble minded,” he growled.

“Yoongi I wasn’t-”

“I need a drink,” he complained, rubbing his forehead. Jin approached the pair of you, looking confused.

“Where have you two been?” he asked, curious. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Yoongi said, brushing him off, moving to walk towards the stairs. Jin looked at Yoongi’s retreating form with a confused look on his face. 

“It’s a long story,” you said, moving to head below deck.

“We’re leaving in the morning to sail for Tobias,” he said, looking at you.

“We are?” you asked, remembering that Yoongi had told you earlier in the day that Tobias had been spotted. Somewhere near the Painted Shell Isles.

“Yes, the Captain said we’d be leaving at day-break. You should get some rest, you look tired,” Jin said, patting your shoulder before heading off to round up the crew. No doubt to get them ready for the next day.

With a sigh you decided you’d sleep somewhere else for the night. Not sure if Yoongi really wanted to be bothered right now. There were a few rooms in the keep you could no doubt sleep in for the night. But the recent interaction with Swallowtail made you a little wary to leave the ship.

Something told you you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Wandering towards the stern of the ship you gathered yourself and sat down at the corner of the deck. But soon enough, with the gentle rocking of the ship and the low hum of the men beneath the decks, you were lulled into sleep.