Katsuki bakugo

High seas; Europe 1670, golden age of piracy, 10 days passed since the last port to set sail with forecasts and three days since the wind stopped blowing halfway through the route, the sails as flat as the spirits of the crew on board.

Kaminari, Sero, and Mineta were gambling their coins on a card game in a corner of the deck, Mineta winning by cheating. Kirishima was perched atop the crow's nest, searching unsuccessfully with his telescope for anything interesting, waiting for the wind to return. And Katsuki, the captain, was isolated like a hermit in his private cabin, surrounded by maps and artifacts scattered across the table, checking every route and every step at sea two or three times, searching for and marking new routes and navigational options, when suddenly the commotion outside his quarters became louder than his accumulated thoughts.

The pulley squealed with salt clinging to its gears as the crew coordinated the retrieval of an object from the sea. Annoyed, his jaw clenched, Katsuki stormed out of the room, ready to hurl insults and explode at whoever was causing the commotion at such a frustrating moment. His fury dissipated slightly when he saw the small boat alongside their beloved ship; it looked like it had been adrift longer than they had. Kirishima was carefully pulling a frail, unconscious woman from the water. Her skin was dry and sunburnt, her body almost skeletal. With a suppressed grunt, he ordered her taken to one of the ship's interior cabins, assigning each crew member a turn to watch over her (except for Mineta and his reputation as a pervert) and tend to her until she awoke.

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