[ Thus far, a day has not gone by where someone hasn't questioned him why their human stowaway hadn't been thrown overboard to swim back to port, at the very least. Derek isn't wholly sure he has the answer that they're looking for, or really an answer that will make any amount of sense to them. It might to Isaac, but he'd still just give him a half confused, half amused look regardless.
Stiles is an infuriating teenager. Not to say that his crew doesn't have a good handful of that type, considering the nature of Derek's breed and subsequent pack, but he tries the captain's patience on a day to day basis. (That's probably why people question why he hasn't been kicked off the ship, actually.) From day one they'd bickered and fought and the very first day he had not hesitated to hang him upside-down from the rigging. The only problem with that? Stiles had figured out how to get himself down, eventually, and hadn't cracked his skull.
And then he went right back to arguing with him. It won him a few points with some of the crew, apparently.
Enough to keep him alive doing chores they all didn't want to do, anyways, but he's not going to complain so long as work is being done. Which it isn't, currently. Instead, he finds that their newly appointed cabin boy is in his cabin and looking at their maps. His brow furrows a little, and he observes his movements from the angle he stands at, eyes tracking long fingers as they move across the paper. Right, they're following a ship right now, but to be perfectly honest?
Derek hasn't bothered adjusting their course any since he first calculated the other ship's route. Certainly, he's one of the best. But even more certain has been his apathy for it as of late. There's just something about Stiles that brings his interest forward again, though, and he moves towards him on silent feet so he can close a large hand around the back of his neck, squeezing to mock-scruff him (and also startle the hell out of him) as he leans down next to his shoulder. ]
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Stiles is an infuriating teenager. Not to say that his crew doesn't have a good handful of that type, considering the nature of Derek's breed and subsequent pack, but he tries the captain's patience on a day to day basis. (That's probably why people question why he hasn't been kicked off the ship, actually.) From day one they'd bickered and fought and the very first day he had not hesitated to hang him upside-down from the rigging. The only problem with that? Stiles had figured out how to get himself down, eventually, and hadn't cracked his skull.
And then he went right back to arguing with him. It won him a few points with some of the crew, apparently.
Enough to keep him alive doing chores they all didn't want to do, anyways, but he's not going to complain so long as work is being done. Which it isn't, currently. Instead, he finds that their newly appointed cabin boy is in his cabin and looking at their maps. His brow furrows a little, and he observes his movements from the angle he stands at, eyes tracking long fingers as they move across the paper. Right, they're following a ship right now, but to be perfectly honest?
Derek hasn't bothered adjusting their course any since he first calculated the other ship's route. Certainly, he's one of the best. But even more certain has been his apathy for it as of late. There's just something about Stiles that brings his interest forward again, though, and he moves towards him on silent feet so he can close a large hand around the back of his neck, squeezing to mock-scruff him (and also startle the hell out of him) as he leans down next to his shoulder. ]
Can I help you, Stiles?