155 What is a captain? (2/2)

”If you shall not force him to remain, then we shall not have a problem.” he snipped back, regaining a bit of the swagger that he had had on our first meeting.

I chuckled softy, before glancing at my first mate.

”Done questioning my authority?” I asked softly looking at his stern expression.

With a sigh, he nodded. ”The captain is not easily questioned. But, you're foolhardiness was without thought of the whole crew. Honestly I amn't mad about the shenanigans or anything, but after the calm belt you began to treat the rest of the guys as you would a mook.

Advance recklessly, but with caution as my father always said to yours. He told me, before he died, that if I were to join your crew then there was something I had to tell you. A captain's head belongs to his crew; his body to his journey and his mind to his goal.

Earlier on this island, you finally found you're head space, now the crew shall forgive no more mistakes.

The new world might be where you thrive, but the rest need paradise.” he finished before subtly bowing.

Usually on sea, anyone who questioned the captain was a mutineer. Anyone who berated him a foe, but on land, the penalty was much lighter.

Besides, Fawkes was not insulting the crew; he was representing it, as a first mate should. So even if I was angry with him, I couldn't.

”Fair.” I said simply before shooting the Whitebeards a glance.

”Any news from the head Honcho?”

”Nah, Pops just said that red hair was coming in for a visit... Speaking of” Marco said, before glancing out of the ship's window.

”You ok to make a trip Jagged dagger?”

”Please, call me Lorean.” I said as I got to my feet.

”From pops prediction Red hair must've landed by now. So why don't you accompany me to welcome the man?” Marco quipped before looking at Fawkes.

”You can look over stuff here right?” It seemed that through our somewhat brief encounter Marco had developed a level of trust in Fawkes that was not easily reciprocated within me.

With a little twist around, I got to my feet, happy for now that my crew had vented its issues with me. (Well at the moment, it was only Fawkes, but the rest wouldn't complain to me as much as they would beat themselves up)