“-be careful!” Stache snapped through gritted teeth, tears running down his face as you wrapped his wounds. You looked at the single cat band-aid you were putting on his left cheek over the fact that a cat scratched him.

The feared pirate came running to you and whined for you to ‘make it feel better’. You, his right hand man was so tired of your captain.

You were supposed to be stealing things, not babying this boy. You refuse to call him a man since he really did act like a six year old most of time.

His grainy voice snapped you back to reality

“I-uh- I- this is your fault! You didn’t stop the vermin when it came charging at me! It ruined my damn beautiful face!”

Of course he was blaming you, he couldn’t deal with the fact that he mad the cat mad himself.