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kirktasticIt was morning on the Enterprise, and it came with the slow creaking of wood deck around him, swelling in the heat of the morning, the sound of waves against the sides of the ship. Definitely a damn good way to wake up.
Even better was waking up between two warm bodies, one pressed to either side of him. On one side was his cabin boy, a young buck with a foolish head but a pleasing face and tongue. On the other, his first mate, a smug, stoic, uptight, ridiculously intelligent bastard who he had finally talked into ...sharing his bed. At least in the physical sense. He'd won the argument that the captain's bed was the most comfortable place on the ship, but anything beyond that was met with a pointed look and a reach for the sword hilt.
It was a damn good life here on the Enterprise.
He was Captain James T. Kirk of the pirate ship Enterprise, the most feared name on the open seas. He ran his crew with a mixture of charm, command, and the point of his sword. He was a good swordsman, a better brawler, and decent with a flint lock.
[OOC: This will be the ONLY pirate thread everyone, no multiple posts on multiple journals! Post just in here for this! Today only!]
Even better was waking up between two warm bodies, one pressed to either side of him. On one side was his cabin boy, a young buck with a foolish head but a pleasing face and tongue. On the other, his first mate, a smug, stoic, uptight, ridiculously intelligent bastard who he had finally talked into ...sharing his bed. At least in the physical sense. He'd won the argument that the captain's bed was the most comfortable place on the ship, but anything beyond that was met with a pointed look and a reach for the sword hilt.
It was a damn good life here on the Enterprise.
He was Captain James T. Kirk of the pirate ship Enterprise, the most feared name on the open seas. He ran his crew with a mixture of charm, command, and the point of his sword. He was a good swordsman, a better brawler, and decent with a flint lock.
[OOC: This will be the ONLY pirate thread everyone, no multiple posts on multiple journals! Post just in here for this! Today only!]
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Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.
Date: 2009-09-19 05:41 pm (UTC)Nevertheless, DeForest looked so out of place, he couldn't hold back the grin.
"Sleep well?"
Re: Damn for not having pictures of Len in period costuming. :(
Date: 2009-09-19 05:48 pm (UTC)Second mate itself was not particularly a comfortable place for most; in that position, he had one foot on the foredeck and one on the quarterdeck, and was expected to work just like the rest of the seamen, yet not actually be one of their comrades. The increase in rank and pay often meant giving up at least a survivalistic sort of camaraderie, and yet did not insure that the first mate and captain would accord any more respect.
In other words, it was not the most comfortable place to be on most ships, but the aforementioned second mate (dubbed Scotty in some distant past) had gotten rather lucky.
He'd started as an orphan, wherein it was a fair bet he would not have likely made it to adulthood, except he had a rather uncanny ability to survive. One part dogged determination, one part intelligence. He got a job in Belfast's shipyards, in a rather roundabout way. He might have stayed there, even -- he liked working with his hands and was good at it -- except he'd fallen madly in love with the schooner he was now on.
From there, it had been three or four years of hard work to try to find a way aboard her; he took to sea in order to get himself proper seatime experience, starting right down as an ordinary seaman and working his way up, picking up whatever education he could from whomever would provide it.
Now, at twenty-two, he was second mate aboard this schooner he had helped build quite some time ago. It still meant no better food, nor more sleep, and barely any authority, but the Grey was truly his home, and the sea his only country.
Therefore, he had no trouble agreeing with Nimoy, looking off into the blue expanses thoughtfully, "Aye, it quite is. A good wind on th' quarter, and a followin' sea."
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Date: 2009-09-19 05:58 pm (UTC)"Twice, if the evening is unfortunate." A sip of his own tea. He could be described as ruthless when it was necessary--and profit was always necessary. "Four times if you limit your liquor consumption."
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Date: 2009-09-19 06:04 pm (UTC)"I'll try." Kirk didn't quite promise with his voice, eyes bright under messy sleep-rumpled hair that hung in light waves around his face, usually held in place by a piece of cloth. "It'll be a damn fine night."
He leaned back in his chair, staring across the cabin towards the sleeping figure on the bed. "Maybe we'll get lucky and find some fools off tha island n' be able to get some quick goodies while they're hung'er and fat and lazy."
Re: Damn for not having pictures of Len in period costuming. :(
Date: 2009-09-19 06:20 pm (UTC)"I've been meaning to thank you for putting in a good word with your Captain for us - not sure how else we would've managed to find passage, it's so expensive these days. Let me know if there's anything I can do on deck, if you need another pair of hands? It's been a while since I've reefed a sail, but some things you don't forget easily."
Announcing Garrovick's Death
Date: 2009-09-19 06:22 pm (UTC)She left the surgery and came onto the deck, taking a moment for herself to enjoy the fresh salt-tinged air which came as such a relief after the heavy scent of blood and rot and bodily waste. And then she steeled herself, and rang the ship's bell firmly to draw the crew's attention.
"Captain Garrovick is dead," she called out.
And then, as people began to turn to one another, muttering urgently, already finalizing their plots, she retreated back belowdecks to the dubious safety of her blood-soaked hellhole.
Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.
Date: 2009-09-19 06:29 pm (UTC)Upon reailsing that the ship wasn't really going anywhere, and that his reaction was incredibly over the top for what had actually occured, he relaxed his grip and smiled sheepishly at Leonard.
"I am still endevouring to get used to this, Len! I did not sleep particularly well; the rolling of the ship, and the snores of the others disturbed my slumbers. What I wouldn't do for a good night's rest..."
Re: Damn for not having pictures of Len in period costuming. :(
Date: 2009-09-19 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-19 06:47 pm (UTC)Honour tickled annoyingly at the back of his mind where he usually stifled it for his profession's sake. If he was going to take something from someone, Spock usually preferred to do so while they were mostly conscious and able to try to stop him (usually with a low rate of success).
"Luck is hardly in question when you are present, Captain." He expected the knock on the door right after he finished his statement, and rose to answer it. Less than a minute later, he was seated across from Kirk again, with a healthy serving of eggs and potatoes between them, along with several biscuits (none of that hard tack nonsense), salted pork, some cheese, and three oranges already peeled and diced, one for every person in the cabin.
Spock went for his serving of fruit first, picking the nicest of the three forks available, all the prongs present and a simple pattern inlaid into the silver.
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Date: 2009-09-19 06:47 pm (UTC)His eyes fell heavy on Ephram's lips, and his smirk widened at the edges. Drink and chess indeed, Foriegn Marshal. His gaze drifted and his hand closed around Ephrams. His fingers were hot and lightly calloused, and he relished the feel of the back of the man's hand. Blindly, his grip shifted and he took the small, empty glass, relieving the Marshal of its weight.
"None, in fact," Nero answered and looked up to regard the man again. "Would you care for another draught, Ephram?"
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Date: 2009-09-19 06:50 pm (UTC)She moved quietly across the room, doing her best not to draw attention to herself, but she had been raised a lady, after all, and her proud bearing, combined with her clothing - more worn now than it had been when she'd left the Federated States, but still clearly of fine quality - turned more than one curious head as she passed.
She took a seat at the bar, glancing around for a likely target.
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Date: 2009-09-19 07:02 pm (UTC)The problem was simple - fruit was a waste of money. It went bad quickly and was useless later on. Spock had convinced Kirk that he could keep fruit long enough for it to be eaten and not rot. On the grounds of wanting 'I told you so' rights, Kirk had agreed to buy two crates of fruit at their next port.
...Dammit if Spock hadn't gotten those rights in the end. Somehow the man had managed to find ways to keep the oranges from rotting, and now the crew enjoyed a mixture of fresh and dried fruit twice a day and as promised, the rate of sicknesses passed among the crew had dropped to almost nothing.
Plus the rest of their food supplies were doing amazingly well. They even had a few chickens and a single rooster below deck to provide fresh eggs.
"Oi, Harold! Wake up yer lazy arse and get o'er here." He called across the cabin. "Or it'll be me eatin' yer breakfast and not ye!"
Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.
Date: 2009-09-19 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-19 07:06 pm (UTC)He didn't rub his eyes as he trudged to Kirk's side. Just blinked. "Yessir."
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Date: 2009-09-19 07:08 pm (UTC)Re: Damn for not having pictures of Len in period costuming. :(
Date: 2009-09-19 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-19 07:20 pm (UTC)As he popped a bit of fruit into his mouth, he tried not to sneak a glance at the Captain and his first mate out of the corner of his eye. He kind of failed.
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Date: 2009-09-19 07:21 pm (UTC)"There are those items we recovered from the cove north of here." A simple reminder as he progressed through his breakfast to the eggs. "Do you wish to sell them immediately upon reaching the port, or some time later?"
Re: Announcing Garrovick's Death
Date: 2009-09-19 07:27 pm (UTC)She leaped atop a barrel and yelled to get everyone’s attention. Being direct was the best way. “Shipmates, I wish to put m’self forward for the position of Keptin-” She ignored the pointed sniggers at her pronunciation but soldiered on despite the whispers “ I all ready hawe a good idea of where to get our hands on some booty.” To illustrate her point she waved her furled map above her head.
“I am no dumb wench, ye all know that I have serwed this ship well for the past fiwe years and I am a fair woman. Trust me to become Keptin and I shan’t fail you.” She finished. Best to throw her hat in the ring first thing and show the crew that she was fearless, though it couldn’t have been further from the truth, she was absolutely terrified. Not only for herself but for her girls, she would do anything to protect them even if that meant putting her own life on the line.
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Date: 2009-09-19 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-19 07:45 pm (UTC)Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.
Date: 2009-09-19 07:50 pm (UTC)"I would not relish that task," he agreed, turning to smile at Len. "But I will agree that this," he gestured out to the calm expanse of blue, "is not an unpleasant experience. I just wish the experience was not quite so changeable."
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Date: 2009-09-19 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-19 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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