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kirktastic) wrote2009-09-19 12:31 am
kirktastic) wrote2009-09-19 12:31 am
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[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!]
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!]
Re: Going for Grey
Scotty watched, a mild expression of worry, then turned to look back at Harold, and gestured, "Ahead, then, to the foc's'le. We lost a man three weeks ago, and we havena replaced him yet. Ye'll have his berth, though we'll have to outfit ye for gear from the slopchest. But pay's decent and ye'll likely not find a more fair ship. We're all hands right now, so as soon as ye have a look at where ye'll be sleepin', come back above and stand by the foremast." He wasn't quite so strict in tone as Lowe, not able to mask the curiosity in his voice, but he still had an officer's tone. "Have ye eaten, Lee?"
Re: Going for Grey
Most of him wanted to stay alive, so he didn't. "I-- haven't eaten since the morning, sir. I left some things in the lifeboat, they could be useful if they can be retrieved. Food."
He felt like an idiot for forgetting it was there, but hoped the offering would be enough to put Scott off of asking more personal questions.
"Lead on, sir."
Re: Going for Grey
He turned to go, but gave a brief, not-hard pat on Lee's shoulder to make up for the otherwise stricter tone, before heading back up to the quarterdeck himself.