Wanted
This was the dumbest idea that Rocket had ever gotten in his head, going through some cave system in one of the more tropical areas of Terra the Caribbean. He just really wanted to get Quill something amazing for his birthday before he started to feel out whether or not he could start begging his friend to come back. Rocket loved his crew and what he did as a Guardian but he missed Pete the big man child just understood him in a way others couldn’t; Rocket really wanted his friend back. So here he was investigating an old legend that Peter was obsessed over, about an old immortal pirate by the name of Captain Mar.
If Pete’s rambling was to be believed this Captain Mar had been around for hundreds of years, sailing the seas, fighting otherworldly monsters while fighting for the safety of all the dwelled on Terra. Sounded like an absolute load of crock shit to Rocket but here he was looking for the old legends treasures to grab something for Pete, this location at least had some truth to it in terms of treasure. There had been multiple accounts of people going through this cave and coming back with something interesting in hand after; some had even claimed to have a conversation with the Captain herself bunch of nutters. Rocket took a break to lean against one of the cave walls when he felt it start to start to sink down before he found himself sliding down a stone slide to another section of the cave system.
“FLARK!!!”
Rocket tumbled into a pile of luxurious fabric at the bottom of whatever pit he managed to stumble in, grateful for the soft landing opposed to what he was used to. Rocket took a moment to adjust to the surprising amount of light that littered this section of the cave, which was unusual as this part of the cave had to be deeper than where he was before, he slid downwards after all. Rocket's eyes roamed over the content of the cave that was covered in all matter of paraphernalia from different era’s of Terra’s history, glittering treasure sparkling across the cave floor and there it was the perfect gift for Pete, a portrait of Captain Mar surrounded by topless fish ladies. Pete was going to flarking love this!
Rocket was lifting up the portrait to put into his bag when he felt the cold metal of a gun to the back of his head, how did he not hear someone sneak up on him?
“Wot de we hav ere luv” The voice behind him was clearly feminine in nature but had this delightfully rasp to it that Rocket found himself swooning over. He had never heard a voice like that before.
“Just a guy trying to grab a nice thing for his friend's birthday” Rocket hoped that appeased the mystery womens query. He felt himself be turned around to face the person he was speaking to, and couldn’t help but blurt out,
“Wait, aren't you a myth?”
Rocket’s head swiveled to look at the portrait before looking back at the woman to confirm it was the same damn person, Captain Mar herself and flarkin hell did she look better in person.
“So some say, but yet ere I am, now wot to do with ye?” Rocket was concerned with the smile that spread over the pirate's face as she looked down at him with a playful mirth in her eyes. He knew that he could disarm her especially using such old tech but something kept him rooted in place like he was in the presence of a dangerous force of nature. Rocket breathed a sigh of relief when Mar placed her pistol back into their holsters and reached within their jacket to pull out a flask before taking a swig.
Captain Mar made a motion for Rocket to sit next to her, offering the flask to him as he plopped down beside her. Rocket could feel a calmness wash over his body as the liquid slid down his throat, it was finely aged rum far nicer than anything he had before.
“Tell me ah story”
The soft rasp of Mar’s voice broke the staring spell that he had been trapped in, he couldn’t wait to tell Pete that Mar was real and even hotter in person. Rocket’s ears twitched slightly as his mind processed the request ,what it meant before letting out a deep sigh and proceeded to spill his guts out to the alleged immortal. The Captain didn’t say a word as he trauma dumped as Quill would put it, instead watched him and didn’t interrupt till he was done, offering the last bit of the flask. He was surprised to feel himself being pulled into a hug as he finished the flask, the scent of seawater clung to Mar’s clothes like an extension of their spirit and Rocket found it oddly soothing.
“Ye can ave the portrait, fer yer friend”
No fight from the Captain over the portrait she was just giving them something for nothing.
“I’m not comfortable with rando’s giving me gifts even if I really want it, so waddayeah want?”
Captain Mars eyes leered over him “Aye suppose yer body will mor than do”
Rocket smiled at his turn of fortune this day “I can work with that”
In the end Peter and Rocket both got something they wanted but did not expect to get, Peter got some of Captain Mar’s pirate booty and Rocket got Mar’s Pirate Bootahy.