They were sitting against the edge wall of the ship, the captains gaze starring intently at them; not necessarily in a mean way, but it seemed to unnerve them. He saved them when they were close to death a few weeks ago. It seemed to them that you thought there was no way that you could survive—

But Newgate came along, and he saved you.

You were avoiding everyone on the ship. You didn’t seem to trust any of them— they didn’t think you even knew what trust meant at this point.

Most of the crew didn’t attempt to talk to you, sensing your unease. However, the commanders and captain did come up and talk to you often. They tried to get you to interact with others: to take to them. It never worked.

It was as if they could sense their distrust in them. That they thought the crew would, without a second thought, throw you overboard if you did anything wrong. You wouldn’t let yourself get close to anyone.

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They didn’t know what to think of you. No matter what they tried you wouldn’t open up. Blamenco said that they should just leave you at the next island. No one was particularly opposed to that sentiment, well beside the captain. He, and his chronic need to adopt any traumatized person he comes across, wanted you on his crew. He wanted to help you. Marco didn’t understand what he saw in you yet.

It’s not like he was against you being in the crew, but would that really be best for you? You don’t trust anyone— you won’t talk to them, avoid them, and refuse to go in a room that isn’t locked. You stay near the edge of the ship, as if you’re going to jump off at the first sign that they were planning to do something to you. Even with Ace, he could understand, but you were so utterly empty. You were dead on the inside. He couldn’t see the pirate life for you.

He thought the worst. He had to trust his pops, though. If he saw something in you, there must be something there.