I need it so bad, and I just need to decide how I’m going to write it.
The payback wars, and near the end of the fight, Marco desperately defending the remains of the crew as they retreat. He’s exhausted but he has enough to buy them time and fly off for himself.
But as he goes to leave he hears Teach’s booming voice. The traitor doesn’t call Marco’s name, he says your name. Marco can’t help the cold iron in his stomach as he turns to look at Teach.
To see you, shackled and gagged, writhing like spitfire and rage, caught soundly in the much larger’s man’s hand.
You, who hadn’t come to this fight.
You, who had stayed behind to mourn the losses that had sparked it.
You, who above all others should’ve been safe.
Marco lands in front of Teach, not even flinching as his crew puts him in chains and hands the lead to Teach. The irons are just that, there’s no seastone needed. Marco won’t abandoned you, and the chains are an agreement.
His compliance assures your safety, and worry not little bug, Teach tells you. Marco knows what he wants from him, once he has his fill - so long as everyone behaves - he’ll drop you off at the island and leave you be.