Jovial humming rang through the room as a brunette woman rummaged through over flowed drawers filled with maps and years old, worn out papers. The gentle sound of the sea and constant rocking of the ship filling in with her enthusiastic hums.

Around her lie maps, books, jars, and papers, scattered all over her floors, desk, tables, and walls in a unorganized manner. There was a bed in the corner of the room, untidy and messy as if she'd just gotten out of it. Clothes were strewn about on the floor along with pairs of boots.

Her room wasn't exactly the cleanest considering she was always busy with being a navigator and such, she rarely had time to clean up her room.

The humming died down as she stepped back away from the drawers, scratching at her head as she thought with a mumble. "Hmm. . . now where did I leave it. . ." she blinked, squinting at the mess around her before her deep brown eyed caught a blur of black in the distance right out her window.

She walked toward the circular window, shoving it open just in time for a raven crow to come flying in, wings flapping as it settled itself on top of a stack of dusty, mauled books. Between it's beak was a folded piece of paper, which the woman took. She poured a couple of seeds on the table for the bird, just before she unfolded the paper.

Her eyes scanned over the neat and cursive lettering, reading with a nonchalant façade, then with raised eyebrows, questions tumbling into her mind the more she read. Once she was finished, she lifted her head and adjusted her glasses as a wide smirk slowly made it's way onto her face.

"Getting yourself into trouble now, huh, Levi?" She cackled before dashing out the room to find her commander.

It's been several weeks since the capture of Levi's crew.

Eren's own crew were getting frustrated and furious the longer they kept their 'prisoners' aboard. What was the use for them? They were just wasting their food and water! But no, Eren had snapped at anyone who even suggested throwing their guests over board. He had begin to spend more time with Levi too, though there were no signs of intimate contact going on between the two captains.

Marco watched as Eren emerged from the door leading down to the lower regions of the ship.

He was slightly flushed and his usually neat brown hair was messy. Teeth marks littered his neck and exposed shoulders. The omega's green eyes were slightly dazed and darkened while his attire, which consisted of only a thin gown with frilly ends, was slipping off one shoulder and now torn in several places.

He looked thoroughly fucked.

The strong musky scent of a powerful alpha hit his nose and Marco curled his lip up into a growl, brown eyes narrowing in on the omega who was using the walls as support to get down the corridors.

Marco knew it. From the beginning he had known that poor excuse of an alpha in their cell would only cause problems for them all. But not just for them, but for Eren too.

And now it was too late.

But then again this was part of Eren's plan was it not? Despite not letting the alpha mark and claim him, Eren was--was---

"shit!" Marco punched his fist through the wall closest to him, startling the omega who had been heading in his direction.

Eren looked up, eyes wide in alertness, searching around him, before his eyes landed on Marco. The alertness was gone and instead replaced with that fond gaze he always had when he looked at his crew. "Oh, M-Marco. . . ." He grinned though it looked forced. "Hey. . ."

Marco scoffed. "What the hell were you doing down there, Eren?" He demanded, and tried, very hard, not to glare but he couldn't help it. Eren's actions was more than enough. He was putting his own self in danger, and all for what? For what?!? Some alpha that had tried to literally attack them not even two months ago?! And now he was with child from said bastard alpha!

That alpha was no good for Eren, can't he see that? He's changing! What happened to their hard head captain that didn't take shit from anyone? This damn pregnancy and alpha was affecting him terribly! If Eren didn't get himself together soon, their ship and crew would be no more. The prisoners would find a way to escape and could possibly attack them when they're least expecting it.

Eren glared at him, ravished, plump lips jutting out into a small cute pout. "What?" He hissed. "You don't own me. You're not my alpha." The omega snapped.

Marco raised his brows. "Alpha? Since when did you have an alpha?"

Eren looked away, glaring holes into the wall he was leaning against. "I don't."

Marco looked Eren up and down accusingly, crossing his arms as he said, "Yeah, it totally doesn't look like it." He rolled his eyes.

"Shut up!" Eren screeched causing Marco to wince at the loud, high volume of it.

Suddenly, Eren broke down into sobbing fits, mumbling something incoherently about 'looking fat' and 'babies' as he sagged against the wall and to his knees.

Marco stood there in shock, unsure of whether to comfort the crying omega or carry him back to his room. He didn't really want to get scratched and clawed at by his distressed captain. He chose the latter.

He stalked forward, boots thumping against the wooden floors as he made his way towards Eren who was crying non stop. Sighing, he knelt down and picked up the omega effortlessly who had weakly tried clawing at his face.

As he made his way towards Eren's quarters, he noticed his captain had gotten squishier and more plump. He had a sweet, sugary scent to him which he had no doubt, was due to the pregnancy.

Several minutes later, Marco stood in front of Eren's room. He gave the door knob a shake; finding it locked. He pulled out his dagger, using the thinness of the blade to pick the lock expertly. Years of living with Eren had taught him many things. Finally, there was a click, and he pushed the door open, walking inside with a now sleeping omega in his arms.

He lit several candles before gently setting Eren on the bed and removing his clothes that reeked of alpha. He scrunched his nose in distaste, fighting the urge to growl. He turned towards the drawers, searching until he found a large blouse. He slipped that onto the brunette, being extra careful to not awake him.

Finally, once he was finished, he turned away and left the room silently.

Tomorrow, they would have a meeting and whether Eren liked it or not, they would come to a decision on their prisoner's fate.

Death.