So, you want to be captain?

[Georgia]

More like Ivan had thought it was a brilliant idea to make Toris captain. He wasnt going to tell him that he was doing this to protect himself, being the selfish bastard he was. He waited for his younger associate out on the flight deck to tell him the great news. Of course Ivan would still be the captain, but he would explain that later.

[SaldusSapnai]

How in the world had things turned out like this?

Running his hands through his hair for yet another time, Toris stared down the floor of his cell, anxious, before pressing palms to his shut eyes, not wishing to see the cold, bleak brig any more. He was still half-hoping that this was all just a bad dream, and that he would be waking up soon to the sound of Tëtis’ pounding on his bedroom door, rousing him to another day of vigorous inn-keeping, or Mama Tomas, shaking him by the shoulder and chiding him for another spent night pouring over his books. He would even settle for Feliks pouring a bucket of ice-water over his head, as part of some traditional Polish prank.

‘It’s not a dream, Toris,’ the Lithuanian’s thoughts rebuked, forcing him to face the hard, bitter truth, ‘Vilniaus Universitetas was the dream. Lietuva was the dream. This, this is your reality.’

Toris shook his head, groaning in quiet denial. He did not want to believe that his reality was imminent death on board a pirate vessel, drifting above the middle of godforsaken nowhere. It was surprising enough that he was still alive as it was—they had come so quickly, in so many numbers, pillaging, killing, ravaging the helpless passenger ship the brunet had had the most infinite misfortune to be aboard on his way to Vilnius. Only by the command of the captain was the Lithuanian saved from immediate destruction, instead brought down to the brig for unknown purposes. Toris only hoped that his pleas for the other passengers’ safety—‘Please, stop! There are women and children on board!’—had been heeded, though he had little hope of that.

Toris shivered, whether from cold, or fear, or both, he was not sure, when he heard the sound of a door opening down the hall. Abruptly lifting his head, the Lithuanian stared towards the front of the cell with round, forest-colored eyes, swallowing heavily as he tried to will his suddenly violent stomach to stop churning. With an abrupt, deep, and absolute sort of dread, the Baltic turned his gaze up towards the pirate’s, not trusting himself to speak.

“Kapitan Ivan budete imet’ slova s vami,” the other said dispassionately, face absolutely neutral as he unlocked the door to Toris’ cell. Not waiting for the other to inquire, the man grabbed the Lithuanian’s arm, pulling him to his feet and herding him out the brig. Toris stumbled, having to quicken his pace to keep up, biting his lip to contain a moment’s despairing cry, eyes resolute and blank. He was preparing himself for death.

After a brief, chilling interval across a walkway, freezing winds cutting beneath the surface of Toris’ skin, the associate guided him to a room on the ship’s flight-deck, ushering him in and closing the door. The Lithuanian shifted his stance, standing up straighter, and turned his eyes to the man he knew to be captain of this vessel, and imagined to be his executioner.

Just looking at him made Toris want to shudder.

Kapitan Ivan budete imet’ slova s vami = Captain Ivan will have a word with you

Long intro post is long. XDDDD;;

[Georgia]

The Russian was pacing back and forth, thinking of how to tell him the news without everything going to his head. He took a dainty sip of his vodka and turned around to see the younger male approach him. He could feel the fear in the younger man and his lips quickly made its way into a smile.
"Pryvet!" He called out, motioning for the other to join him. "Please Tor... Torshka, come stand beside me~" He said walked around to pick up a glass and pour him some of his drink, waving it in the air in his direction.

[SaldusSapnai]

Toris blinked a bit, momentarily confused by the other’s cheerfulness. After a moments hesitation, the Lithuanian approached, wringing his hands lightly and trying to keep his expression relatively calm. There was a strange, eerie feeling to this situation, and the Eastern European’s stomach refused to settle, as he paused a few feet away from the other. He glanced up at the other’s face, and froze.

A sudden series of emotions flowed through him—surprise, dread, fear, and, strangest of all, familiarity. ‘I know those eyes,’ the Lithuanian thought, before sharply looking away, a shiver running down his spine. He glanced at the other’s hands, and, noticing he was preparing a drink, timidly offered his hands,

“A-Ah, aciû,” he swallowed suddenly, a jolt of unease coursing through him as the Lithuanian word passed through his lips, uncertain how the other would react to it. He accepted the drink, and held it to himself, not yet comfortable with the prospect of actually imbibing the alcohol.

“T-Torshka, that’s…that’s my name in Russian, isn’t it…” He looked up, eyebrows drawn, “How do you know my name?”

[Georgia]

He smirked and nodded. "da" he looked out into the open sky. "You see, being a capitan, you get to know many things. and since you are going to be capitan, I must know much about you." he took a small sip of his drink and proceeded. "A little..." he made quoting motions with his free hand as he said the next part. "...'birdy' told me. And what information you get you use it to your advantage as a capita, da?" He laughed and finished his vodka, going to pour some more. "would you like more?" he asked, not lifting his head to look at him.

[SaldusSapnai]

Toris frowned softly, his face troubled. "...My name is hardly important information;;" He hid his expression in his glass, taking a sip as he wondered what sort of 'birdy' knew about him.

True, his parents managed an inn that occasionally catered to pirates, but it wasn't as though customers frequently endeared themselves to the helpful staff, let alone bothered to learn their names beyond their short stay. Perhaps the blond had merely looked at the name on his luggage?

The Lithuanian was unsettled by the idea that the Russian had apparently taken enough interest in him to learn his name, and that he was apparently keen on learning more about him.

That was when the brunet registered two things: one, this was very strong vodka. Two, the other just said he was going to be captain.

These factors combined caused Toris to erupt in a sudden series of coughs, the Eastern European holding the glass away from himself as he covered his mouth with his sleeve. He swallowed, a small ripple of shudders accompanying the motion, before trying to speak, "D-Dovano- ah, p-pardon me, ah, Ivan?...Ah...did you just s-say...I can't have heard you right," He looked up at Ivan through slightly watering green eyes, his eyebrows drawn close, "Did you just offer to make me captain?"

Dovanokite = Pardon

[Georgia]

"its important when your capitan." He said, face going oddly strait from the smile beforehand. He finished the last of his vodka and swished it around looking unsatisfied, then turned to the other.
He almost narrowed his eyes at the other, asking him to repeat himself. Being irritated from lack of vodka (what a man cant go too long without it ) he thought to himself beforehand and told himself not to snap at the younger man.
"da! I said you could be capitan!" his smile came back. "Well, I never said you could... or you should... da, you ARE."

[SaldusSapnai]

Toris stared at the other, his face drawn in an expression of confused disbelief, one hand over his still half open mouth in spite of the fact that he wasn't coughing anymore. After a moment, he closed his mouth, swallowing slightly, and lowered his hand.

"A-Ah. I see," he said aloud, though, in reality, nothing was further from the truth. The Lithuanian set the half-shot of vodka down on a flat surface, trying to ignore how much his hand shook as he did so. He tucked his bangs behind one ear, lowering his eyes as he tried to figure out how to ask the next quesiton without trying the other man's patience.

"I-If I may, what makes me q-qualified to...well, to be captain..? I mean, the first time I was on a ship-" Toris paused, wincing slightly, and decided to leave the rest of that sentence unsaid, "e-either way, I'm hardly-"

Toris froze mid-sentence, as it suddenly occured to him, that the only reason he wasn't dead yet was that the other thought he was somehow useful. If he suddenly lost his usefulness... The Lithuanian looked up, trembling, and said nothing more.