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Who: Marco and Crocker
Where: Spade Ship
When: 2/10
What: Feels~
Warnings: Talk of death
Style: Prose
Status:Opens

It had been violent. It had been scary. Having seen Davy Jones slowly inch towards Crocker and demanding the shard the man always carried on him. The one he had gotten from Codi. Which had been one of the reasons the man refused to give the shard up. The other was - because it was power. Magical power and Crocker's power lust and stubbornness had been his own un-doing. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Of course, Denzel did try to get away but somehow Davy was right there - and then everything went black.

After a week, the man found himself back aboard the Spades. Almost like nothing had happened but his face did appear more disturbed than usual. It was odd though - on how Crocker is being told he knows people he doesn't seem to recognize.

The man runs to the captain's corridor's, "Marco! Marco!"

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For a moment, Crocker thought Marco was going to scream at Crocker for being weak. For not being able to protect the Shard piece. The man cringes his eyes shut and waiting for that but instead - got a warm feeling hand on his head and when that is gone, slowly looks at Marco.

"I can't sleep. I CAN'T SLEEP!" There are obvious bags underneath his eyes and twitchyness within the eyes and the second outburst sounding insane.

"I'm sorry, Papa. I - I couldn't protect our shard piece."

There's a pause as the man is now staring down and trying not to cry as it is heard in his voice, "If - if you want to get rid of me. I understand."

Marco frowned lightly, but ruffled Crocker's head. "Oi..." He closed his eyes to try to think more quickly. When he did open them he just deadpanned, "Fuck the shard pieces. I'm half convinced the only reason Jones sent Ace back was because Ace was going to start focusing on retrieving them. I have no interest in them. No, less than that. Negative interest. They're a trap, eh? Clearly. It's not what I'm in this world for."

As for sleep though...

"I definitely don't want to get rid of you. It's a mark against us, against our pride that we couldn't protect you better, got it? But if you want a break to think things through and try to rest, you should have it, eh?"

"Codi gave it to me." His voice sounds raspy as he's too tired to cry anymore. It was also that is Crocker's thing. Trying to unlock the mysteries of the magic around them.

Denzel appears to be realized that Marco doesn't want to get rid of him and despite looking exhausted looking he does manage a small smile.

"I'm also sorry if I - caused any concern on where I was. Sleep? HA! I can't."

"I understand, but surely the memories of her are more important than a shard, aye?"

Marco's expression briefly flickered. Torn between concern and wanting to dismiss another's concerns, before finally settling on his usual deadpan.

"We were concerned, but not because of you, but for you, understood? Don't try to sleep. Just rest. Even a sleepless meditation can be more restful than a full night's sleep sometimes, eh?"

Denzel looks down and gives a slow nod. He also didn't want to tell Marco it was also because of the power of the shard as well. But maybe- maybe power wasn't worth it? Crocker slowly feels the spot where Jones got him and shudders afterwards.

At Marco's remark the man looks up and behind his specks his eyes seem to glitter with tears. They where concerned for him.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Denzel over-dramatically exclaims, "...Could I rest here?" Because in Marco's presence he feels safe. Just like with Leanne.

"Hey... relax," Marco got up and gently hugged the other man, even more gently ruffling his hair. "Aye, of course you can, eh? I'm just finishing up some busy work, but if the light bothers you, I'll switch to blue."

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