Phillips chuckled. That was pretty sweet, what Jackson had done.
"Just don't make a habit of it," he said, still smiling.
"If you did that to everyone who was rude to you there would hardly be anyone left to run the ship."
Jackson chuckled and smiled. “Don’t worry about it, I won’t make it a habit, but if i do keep doing that, I could just clone them or something.”
"Mhm, like my sister wouldn't be able to tell they aren't the original people." Still, Phillips had a happy demeanor, which caused several people to stop and stare. Phillips was never in a good mood, not unless they were on land.
Jackson looked at the people who had stop to stare at Phillips. “Well, don’t you guys have a job to do? Cause, I’m sure your job isn’t to stare at my master.”
"Jackson, leave the idiots to their work," Phillips said playfully. The others mumbled amongst themselves, about how dare Phillips let his pet talk to them like that, but they shuffled away in time. Phillips looked at Jackson for a moment, then took his hand pulling him over and putting him between Phillips and the wheel. Phillips' hands went back to the wheel, and he rested his chin in Jackson's shoulder.
"Please be careful about how you talk to the people here. I don't want to have to hurt you cause they're idiots."
Jackson sighed and didn’t respond. Instead he hugged Phillips and buried his face into Phillips chest. He mumbled something that was hard to hear, but it sounded like Sir, yes Sir.
Phillips sighed as well, taking one hand off of the wheel to wrap around Jackson, holding him close. He rested his head the top of Jackson's. The action was very affectionate.
"I really don't want you to get hurt," he said again, softer this time.
Jackson sighed and mumbled once again, but it wasn’t heard since his face was still in Phillips chest. He moved his away from his chest, just a bit, so he could be heard. “Is it because you care about me?”
"W-what? No. I mean, I don't think so…" Phillips sighed, holding Jackson close to him.
"I… Dunno. Maybe? It's complicated, and I don't know." A light blush creeped up from under his mask.
He smiled but hid it. “Well, that is certainly new.”
Jackson looked up at Phillips and his eyes glowed a bit. “Anyways, you should get back to work.”
Phillips sighed, then nodded. He pulled his arms away from Jackson, holding onto the wheel again. He left Jackson between himself and the wheel, though, to make sure none of the others could shove him around again.
He blushed a bit and looked out to the ocean. All the blues in the sky and in the Ocean kept him occupied while Phillips was doing his jobs. He wondered if Phillips ever got sick of being in the sea.
"How are you doing?" Phillips ask after a while. "Adjusting well to life on a ship?" As a pet? Phillips glanced at Jackson, smiling under his mask.
Jackson smiled from ear to ear. “Yep.” He paused and sighed. “Phillips, I have a question for you.” He looked out at the ocean once again.
"Hm? And what's that?" Phillips once again looked down at Jackson.
“Do you ever get tired of being a Pirate?” Jackson said, without looking at Phillips.
"Sometimes," Phillips admitted.
"Water had always been… Troublesome for me. But I'm not about to just leave my sister. Mom said stick together, so that's what I plan on doing."
“That’s sweet.” He sighed, remembering how having a sister felt like.
Phillips wrapped one arm around Jackson again, leaving the other one on the wheel so Jackson wouldn't be able to say he wasn't doing his job this time.
"Plus, I'm dead broke, and the stuff I eat can get really expensive."
That had piqued his interest. Jackson knew that food could get expensive, but not too expensive. “What do you eat?”
"Unlike my sister, who eats flesh, I eat the essence of souls. Not the memories and personalities, but the thing that holds then in the body." Phillips shrugged.
His eyes widen with terror and kept his mouth shut. He realized that was kind of normal for demons, but Jackson still didn’t like it. He shuddered and looked away from Phillips. “T-That’s. . nice.” After that he didn’t say anything else.
Phillips picked up on Jackson's dear, his lips pursed.
"I don't like it, though. That's why I but my food instead of… Hunting like my sister. I don't… I don't like hurting people." Still, he unwrapped him arm from around Jackson, looking straight ahead.
“Oh. .I see.” He sighed and looked at the blue sky. It was times like these were he really wasn’t sure what he was going to do next. He was adjusting to life on a boat and life as a pet. As much as he hated being a pet he also liked it, because he got to learn more about Phillips.
Phillips didn't look at Jackson anymore, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. As usual, he'd gone a screwed everything up by explaining what he ate. Everyone he met that wasn't a demon or something similar left him whenever he told them that.
His eyes were starting to get watery, so Jackson rubbed his eyes trying to prevent himself from crying. The only family member he had left was somewhere across the world and he couldn’t do anything to find her. He and his sister were the last witches in the family. After his mother died, Jackson’s father left him and his sister. He sighed and looked at the ground.
Phillips glanced at Jackson, only to see him on the verge of tears.
"What's wrong?" He asked quickly, pulling one hand away from the wheel to put lightly on Jackson's shoulder.
“Issues. . that revolve around my family. My sister was framed for something she didn’t do. Then she was banned from the land, my mother was assassinated, and my father left me and my sister to rot and Decay. He didn’t leave no money, no nothing.” He sighed as tears flew down his cheeks.
Phillips listened intently, reaching up to gently brush the tears away.
"I see," he said, empathetic. He understood Jackson's pain- his own family was just as scattered and broken. He was lucky to be able to be with his sister still, and even then he was in mortal danger to do it.
He smiled sadly and sighed. “Before my sister was banned she gave me Hunter. . he’s the only thing left that reminds me of my sister. I don’t even know if she’s alive or dead.” He shook his head as more tears flew down. “I’m sorry that I’m such a emotional wreck.”