"If you think that's the best," Marco gives in easily. He tilts his temple back against Al's chin and pushes back a few more tentacles that slither across the deck. His other hand seek's Al's as well, lacing their fingers together. His brows are furrowed in a pained frown as he digs in deep in his husband to keep his hold steady.

The storm is raging outside his barrier, waves washing against it easily above their ship, lighting flashes somewhere, the rumble of it muffled as it reaches them. A few strayed sharks swim close enough to the barrier wall that they become visible, also well above the ship's deck.

"Al," Marco murmurs, his nose brushing against Al's chin. "I'm sorry I am such a coward."