Seagulls

[hiken]

Who: Spade Pirates, Bloody Roses
Where: THE OCEAN
When: Between 3/8 and 3/21! Official dates not set in stone yet. Will be updated.
What: The Bloody Spades Alliance VS the Navy!
Warnings: PG-13 for fighting and possibly R because Marco might get naked(turn into a bird).
Style: Prose/Action/whatever
Status: Open to Spades/Bloody Roses!

The Spades will be fighting Corpsemaster, one of the Navy Captains set for the Navy Month's event! There will be a forced retreat on both sides.

Feel free to post here with separate threads! We'll update the dates on the main post with links to threads to remain consistent.

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[rebonding]

[...He was sleeping again, wasn't he? Korra frowned, squinting up at Ace before pulling a waterwhip out of the ocean and zapping up at the captain.]

ACE. You're not fit to... drive...?

[What do you call steering a giant ship?]

[hiken]

[Twerking. That was probably the word.

Ace didn't snore at all in that state. He was partially conscious, though only enough to register images by fuzzy sight alone. The way he was gripping the helm wasn't reassuring either, as it was hard enough the splinter the wood.

Slowly, though, he began to droop.]

[rebonding]

How is this guy the captain of such a successful crew?

[Korra grumbled to herself as she leaped up to the helm and gave Ace's shoulder a hearty shake.]

Go rest. [It wasn't a suggestion. Korra had no qualms about telling her captain what to do, and she knew that he was going to be beating himself up over this loss. Stalemate. Whatever they were going to call it.] Someone else can take the wheel.

[hiken]

[Ace had prepared for a retreat since the start of the fight. He turned the winds in their favor and even made cover as quickly as he could. Even then, his instincts told him to make use of everything and put as much distance between the crew and the enemy. He felt himself come to partially, Korra's voice a distance sort of white noise in the back of his mind.

In a dull tone, he locked the wheel and muttered.]

When the crew's safe.

[rebonding]

[Korra made a scoffing noise and returned to the front of the ship. As long as he didn't crash this thing, she supposed it didn't matter.

She resumed pushing and pulling the water in their favor, easing the large ship's escape in the best was she knew how.]

[hiken]

[Roughly ten minutes later, Ace returned to the front of the ship, standing behind Korra with a large haunch of turkey meat held in one hand. He took a slow bite of it, speaking up to her as he did.]

...What're you doin' up here?

[rebonding]

[...And now he was eating. And definitely not steering. Korra rolled her eyes and turned her head to face Ace while she pushed and pulled the water.]

I'm moving the water so that we sail faster.

[hiken]

[Sitting right down, Ace didn't feel the least bad about his own situation. Chandra had spiked his vitals, so he wasn't entirely running on fumes, which encouraged him to put off his own treatment to make sure everyone else had their own time, first.

Not that he remembered. Ace was, after all, barely beyond himself.]

Stop. You're bleeding.

[rebonding]

It's not bad.

[Not entirely true, but Korra had fought through significantly worse.]

I can heal myself later.

[hiken]

[Ace nodded. He understood the sentiment. Sitting down on a barrel, he continued to eat, though at a considerably slower pace than the norm. The energy he had in him was a temporary thing--a stimulant that would ensure he could do the basics to help his recovery from that point out.]

I should fight you on it. It's the captain's job to do these things.

[rebonding]

It's the captain's job to guide us when we need it, not to take stupid, pointless risks for us and insist that they do -everything that needs to be done.

[Was she telling Ace how to do his job...? Oops. Don't care.]

[hiken]

I don't expect you to agree with me.

[Being the type of person who didn't mind what he was called or what people thought of him, it would be no wonder that he made his own decisions as fluidly as he liked.]

I'm not ignorant of myself or of others. If I'm not willing to be decisive and if I don't act in haste, then I don't deserve to be your captain.

[rebonding]

I know. Believe me, I know.

[Decisiveness and quick thinking had always been a difficult point for Korra. She had always been brash and stubbornly rooted in her beliefs, until the choice came down to being a Southerner or the Avatar.]

I'm just trying to look out for you. Because you? Won't.

[hiken]

[Immediately, he stuck his tongue out at Korra.]

What're you talkin' about? I'm really tough, remember?

[rebonding]

[EYEROLL]

Yeah, tough guy. I know a 6 year old who could make a better argument.

[hiken]

Yeah, but I was a thug before I was that old.

[He pointed the turkey thigh at Korra.]

Plus, I've had worse. You should've seen me when I met my pops.

[rebonding]

[Korra tossed up her hands, mocking being impressed.]

Yeah, yeah. Just don't do anything too stupid, all right? And get some real sleep.