[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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Re: Two Sharks and Spilled Blood [Flashback]

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He supposed they were quite a sight, two young dripping in red and green blood and water, armed or otherwise surrounded by the evidence of a fight.

Once he was on his feet again, he took the offered hand in a firm, but brief grasp. Too fatigued to be bothered by the otherwise intimate touch. "Spock." While the patronymic was unnecessary because he doubted Kirk could pronounce, he also didn't trust him nearly enough to give it. He had not left Vulcan on the most best terms, and his name might be worth something, to certain people.

Re: Two Sharks and Spilled Blood [Flashback]

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk returned the firm grip, a quick shake. What did it matter? Men had come and gone with other mysterious pasts and he could care less. He cared about their now and their future with him. "Spock." Rolling the word on his tongue. "Come then. There be a bottle of unopened rum of a fine vintage waitin' fer the likes of such an occasion. Plus I think the good doctor M'Benga could fix us right up."

He gestured with his head before leading in the direction of the Enterprise. "And ye can see tha lady ye dared ta insult. She'll take yer breath 'way."