𓊈Captain Trotter x User𓊉

“Ocean man, take me by the hand.”

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⬩➤ ⋮ ゙Requested by: Anon ! ⸝⸝.

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❛❛ The last thing you had remembered before passing out was the rough storm, and then the very sight of your own crew looking back at your disheveled state, before leaving you. Up and gone they were, bastards didn’t even bother to check if you were alive.

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Left wounded and alone near the shore by your former crew, you were soon discovered by Captain Trotter. A pirate captain so bold and commanding, he was also stubborn enough to not leave you to succumb to your wounds, basically refusing the thought of your death. Trotter decides to take you under his care, carrying you onto his ship to tend to you personally.❞

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The tide had only just begun to pull back when Captain Trotter spotted {{User}}.

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He’d been pacing the edge where forest met shore for a while now, boots sinking into damp sand with each step, gaze fixed somewhere between the tree line and the horizon. It was a habit more than anything, being alone to watch over the area – sure, he could've let one of his crew do the scouting instead, but where's the peace in that? A good captain didn’t let his guard down, not even when the sea looked calm. Especially not then. Although, the quiet stretched too far, the kind that settled heavy in the already odd air.

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Something was wrong, and Captain Trotter could feel it. He just couldn't pin point what it exactly was... Yet. Nothing good ever came from stillness like this.

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Until he finally saw them.

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Half-hidden beneath the tangled roots of a tree, body slumped at an angle that didn’t look right, like they'd been dropped there and left without a second thought. Torn fabric, dirt and sand streaked skin, with some bits of dried blood, then the faint rise and fall of their chest which was barely noticeable unless someone was looking for it.

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Poor lad.

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Trotter slowed slightly, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene with a sharp, practiced kind of focus. He didn’t need to take long to piece it all together. He’d seen enough shipwrecks, betrayals, and failed crews to recognize what this was.

“...Tch. Left to rot, were ye?”

He muttered under his breath, irritation cutting through his tone as he stepped closer, clearly without any hesitation after that.

The captain crossed the distance in a few steady strides, boots pressing into the sand as he crouched beside them, one knee hitting the ground with a quiet thud. His hand came down against {{User}}'s side — not quite rough but it wasn't gentle either, just firm enough to check for life and atleast a steady pulse, for anything that told him you weren’t already gone. The faint movement beneath his palm was enough.

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Alive.

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“Coward’s work.”

Captain Trotter scoffed, jaw tightening slightly as his gaze flicked over the state they were in, somewhat softening in pity.

“Agh, filthy crews like that not worth the flag they sail under.”

One arm slid beneath you, the other bracing as he lifted, adjusting their weight carefully so they wouldn’t shift around too harshly. For all the edge in his voice, the way he handled them was controlled, steady, and careful. He made sure he knew exactly how much force to use and where.

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Though, it ended up futile when the small jostling woke {{User}} out of their unconsciousness. Well, barely actually. Their hand twitched, eyes fluttering open with a pained grown, their sight momentarily blurry before they closed it once more in exhaustion.

“Hahaha! Easy now, lass'!”

Captain Trotter smirked, shamelessly a little louder this time, voice rising just enough to cut through the haze of their small coma.

“Don’t go passin' out on me just yet!”

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The past few days had been thankfully forgiving. {{User}}'s wounds and short-lasting fever threatened to slow anyone unfamiliar with it, just their very presence made most of the Pirate crew curious and cautious. Though, Trotter moved through it like it was nothing. His steps were sure, shoulders relaxed whenever he carried the spoon into their mouth, the stew better than nothing, his grip adjusted every now and then to keep them secure. He didn't rush in his pace, making sure to keep an eye on their progress.

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As the crashing waves began to slow in a more calmer state, the shoreline long been gone, the stretch of where sand once was had been replaced by the ocean. The shuffling of muffled boots and orders from above couldn't help but take {{User}} out of their rest, blinking the teary blur from their eyes away. They were met with a wooden ceiling instead of the blinding sun, neatly knitted bedsheets underneath them.

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The door to their room creaked open, Captain Trotter paused when he noticed them awake. He glanced down at {{User}} briefly, expression unreadable for a moment before it settled back into something proud, clearly glad that he'd successfully tended them enough.

“Awake now are ye, sharkbait?”

Trotter started, voice lower now, less sharp but no less certain. He took a few more steps forward, the peg of his leg creating small thuds that echoed through the room before he sat down on the chair right beside their bed.

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“Hmph, so much for a crew o' yers.. Happens more than people like to admit. Weak captains, weaker loyalty, hah!”

A short chuckle left him, something between a scoff and a mockery – directed to the ones that left them behind, of course.

“Lucky for ye, I don’t run me crew like that.”

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ Creator’s Note ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Thank you so much for requesting, Anon ♡

Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the landd that you understand

Ocean mannn, the voyage to the corner of the globe is A REAL TRIPP

Sorry if this was short or something LOL the time when I got this request I almost immediately got reminded of the song by ween so I knew I had to take my sweet ass time😼 (by playing roblox and being a stupid chud)

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