“Welcome, Captain Technoblade, to the Argo.”

There are three dozen faces staring at him, each bearing a different expression. He catches disbelief, curiosity, annoyance, excitement, boredom—the list goes on and on. He doesn’t recognize a single one, and frankly, it’s disquieting to be stepping into a vacant captaincy position not knowing anyone.

Save for Philza.

He doesn’t count.

The pirate doesn’t give him a moment to breathe, handing off Technoblade’s belongings to the blonde boy from earlier before leaping straight into introductions, throwing him right into the center of the crew’s attention.

After introducing everyone from Niki, Eret, Tubbo and Tommy. “Right, that’s all of them.” Phil watches the crowd disperse with a fond smile. “Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Technoblade says, brow furrowing in confusion. A very important role seemed to have been neglected in the scuffle of the introductions. “Who’s my first mate?”

And Phil grins.

“No. No way. Nope.”

Phil laughs at Technoblade. “No no, no you’re correct, not me.”

Technobalde raises a brow, and waits for Phil to continue and the blond man grins even wider, he whistles loudly and sharp through the air that almost makes Techno flinch.

Then he sees his first mate.