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

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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Several hours pasted before they noticed anything but each other. Leonard lay underneath Sam, naked and sweaty, their legs twined together. "Wish we could get rid of the crew," he whispered, their shouts and steps overhead interrupting his otherwise perfect post-coital nap.

"Thus the idea of the island."

Bones watched his face, just stared at those features that had become so familiar in the past three years, a face he saw everyday, and almost every night. A face he loved.

"What are we gonna do on that island," he asked, wondering if Sam had any sort of plan other than 'buy an island'.

"Build a nice house, eat a lot of good food, have a lot of great sex, maybe farm mangoes," Sam laid his head on Leonard's shoulder. He closed his eyes and focused on the warmth of McCoy's body.

It was a nice dream, at any rate... even if it never came true the idea that someone wanted to be with him like that gave him a warm feeling inside. A feeling that he was wanted.

"I should go see if he's awake and alive," Bones said, lifting his head to nuzzle at Sam's neck, sucking lightly on the base of his throat. "If we've got someone to ransom or not."

"I thought you said he had three or four decades," Sam moaned, "but you better go check on him anyhow."

"That was before I knew what a lush he was," Bones retorted. "There's no telling what he'll drink in my room if he finds it." McCoy lifted his hands to Sam's face again, kissing him soft before he sat up, pulling himself away from Sam, one last look as he reached for his pants, pulling them.

Sam pulled one of the sheets from the bed and wrapped it around himself before standing. He kissed his lover on the cheek and retreated to his desk and set about charting their new course.

It was a lovely island.

Not that they owned the entire island, that would be wasteful, and Sam Kirk was anything but wasteful. No, they'd purchased a huge estate and settled in as banana planters. There were servants, there had to be because in the end they couldn't be the only people on their island, romantic as that sounded. Someone had to take care of their personal and household needs. But the staff was well-paid and loyal and gave the gentlemen owners as much privacy as they required.

The Doctor, as the servants called him, dressed often in white and had a private laboratory where he spent a lot of his time, tables covered in phials and bottles, studying slides under his prized microscope, brought over from Europe and treasured above all his possessions. Each ship that arrived on the island brought more books, and soon his library rivaled anyone's in a hundred mile radius.

The other man, the one they all still called The Captain, oversaw the day to day operations of the plantation. Riding from one end to the other each day, he knew all the workers by name, knew their wives and families, and when push came to shove, in an emergency, worked just as hard as they did, earning the respect of each man there.

As the years past, they became more familiar with the island residents. Summer evenings would find Bones sitting on a patio in the shade reading the news papers for the past few months that he'd had delivered while Sam played with local children on the beach.

For decades the plantation successfully made them tremendous amounts of money, and years later they would tell stories to the island children of their days on the open seas. None of the children ever believed that the friendly, white-haired old men had ever been pirates. That was silly...

Of course, they lived happily ever after.

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

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One year later...