The waters were surprisingly calm for midsummer, the tumultuous waves that typically roared over the oceans of Spades nearly docile as Arthur gazed out at them, leaning with ease against the port beam, arms crossed and eyes thoughtful.
"Still can’t get him out of your mind, huh?"
Arthur turned to regard his first mate, rolling his eyes at Gilbert’s knowing smirk. “That is none of your business, Beilschmidt,” he said firmly, but his voice was still soft as a small crest of water drew his attention, causing a short flash of bright blue behind glinting lenses in his mind. That was what had drawn him, really— they were eyes the color of the ocean, a pure, untamable blue that had his pirate heart stuttering in breathlessness.
He’d always loved the ocean.
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