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The mercenary took a deep breath to calm down. "I don't want to fight either Hanz. I might joke about a lot of things. Your dumb cat. Your love for the cute and cuddly. Being a pirate. I might even be serious about other things. Like protecting you from assholes on the water. Our jobs. Never would I ever think about taking you away from your job in seriousness. Not now at least. Maybe later when we get older or the family grows. But you love being a pirate and I support that. And alright, I'll have to admit you're a decent pirate too; so you don't need to worry about me getting anyone to overthrow your position or thinking you're not qualified."

Ricky squeezed Hanz's hand in affection, laughing. "You? Fighting with Mousey? The only time I've seen any fighting going on with Mousey was only in name only of us fighting over who he preferred to drink from you drunk." Or had things changed that much since the babies? He cocked his head and grinned. "A hideaway huh? Where you keep all the good stuff so Mousers and I don't know about it?" He made sure his tone had a teasing sound to it so Hanz would know he was joking. "Worried we'll rob from the pirates ourselves? Or am I going to have to be blindfolded on this trip so I can't blab to everyone and anyone about it?"

"Even the devil has to be good at something." Annoying others, catching mice, whatever it may be. "You might be willing to? Shall I go ahead and make wooden limbs for you now in case you still want to be going about when you're going bald? Though I suppose it works in my favor if I stop before you're ready. Mousey and I can spend time together all on our lonesome. Expand the family, have you be the one to pay for everything like the daddy you are." He turned serious as he listened to what his mates had been fighting about. "Well, I'm sure whatever happened, they've turned out to be fine ladies indeed." With him not being there to be the fun 'uncle' to distract everyone from the troubles too.

"An island vacation? Why Captain Hanz, I do believe you have a romantic bone in your body that doesn't jump straight to bed like the rest does." He let himself be pulled closer, kissing Hanz. "It would be a good place to hide the loot too. Can you think of that racket? You get a bounty, I turn you in, collect the gold, and then break you out. We keep the gold and runaway, everyone, to that island hideaway."

“You said so yourself, the furry menace isn’t as bad with you as with everyone else. I will give that it won’t drag us to our watery graves, but it still is demon spawn.” Ricky scoffed. “Good genes definitely. But can it put up with your lifestyle, both business and personal? A ship full of kids running about and driving everyone crazy?” He pulled back to study Hanz, measuring him up. “The legs will have to be sturdy. Especially if you take one off to punish a kid as mule headed as their daddy.” Ricky chuckled and shrugged. “Or their momma. I should probably too put bunnies on both of them if you end up hopping after them to whack them with the other leg.”

Kissing back, the smirk on his face grew. “And I can imagine it. I make a bogus contract, have word spread that it was put out on you by someone or another you pissed off. I take you, the dangerous terror of the high seas, to the nearest port to get paid. After all, who would believe that under my devilishly good looks in a conniving mastermind? Later, in the dark of night, I sneak in, knock the guard unconscious, and break you out. As we tell the tale time and time again to our kids and grandkids, we’ll probably grossly exaggerate the story. Adding people we had to fend off. Outnumbered, yet winning in the end by some plot that shouldn’t have worked. Throw in some romance so we get everyone in the crowd with something they like.”