[We Interrupt Your Usual RP to Bring You... International Talk Like a Pirate Day!]

[kirktastic]

It 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!]

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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Sell 'em. No use in keepin' that sort of heavy mess on ship and we be needin' supplies. Soon as we get on shore we'll sell off the mess and deal with supplies 'fore we hit the nearest inn!" Kirk gave a wide grin at Spock at the promise of having a night of gambling and rum and probably some gorgeous ladies.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock nodded once at the proposed plan, sound as it was. At least up until the implications he knew Kirk was tagging on to the end--women and liquor. A proven recipe for disaster. He would stick to his cards, thank you.

"Hopefully it will be that simple." It never was.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"We can only hope." Kirk shook his head, grabbing a scroll of paper from nearby and unrolling it into any bit of clear space on the small table. His eyes traced over figures quickly, scowling for a moment, then nodding. "We should get a pretty penny for the last lot. There's an old miser I trust the judgment of on Risa, he be where we can go fer a sure knowledge on it."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Mentally, he cringed at the butchering of grammar and language. Standard was a fine language, easy to learn and not so hard to understand with various accents (his own included), but it was also easy to twist into this awful vernacular Kirk, his crew, and most of their like-minded professionals preferred using.

It made him cringe even more because he knew perfectly well that Kirk was capable of proper constructs. Would he be any less of a pirate if he didn't speak like one?

"As long as we are able to adequately resupply our stores." The trust slid, implied, at the end of his statement, and he took another sip of his tea. He always allowed Kirk to deal with whoever to gain their rightful profit, sometimes accompany him on the sale if the environment made him uneasy. Spock preferred to avoid those that might recognize him (though he hardly blended in), and when dealing with money, the probability always increased tenfold.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk, as Spock had heard in the past, could speak a perfect, clean Standard that was almost equal to a noble when he had to, but immediately fell back into this way of speaking.

"I've used this old one 'fore. Ye've seen the lot down thar, far more then the crew's share and ours. Might even be able ta spend it on some repairs ta the ship n' some comfortables."