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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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[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones looked at the man, who looked practically petrified now. 'Hey," he said, resting a hand on the other man's shoulder. "You're safe now."

He finished cleaning the small wounds, applying some of his alcohol to this task after giving George another sip. "Why couldn't you leave?" he asked.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Float right back....currents kept me here," George said, shivering. "built a raft once...couldn't die, couldn't leave, trapped." His gaze darted around the cabin wildly.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

It was too much to believe, and Bones looked over at Sam, still quiet, still watching. "The rest of your crew?" he asked.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"My crew?" George frowned, trying to remember. "Had a crew..." His went soft. "Had...a wife? A...I can't remember."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"That's fine," Bones said softly, offering another sip of rum, then taking a sip himself. "Whatever you remember, just tell me. Things might come back to you," Bones said with a hope - the Kelvin was mythical amongst ships, and to find out what happened, maybe even find it? Would be amazing.

A knock at the door, and Bones jumped a little, glaring at the crew member who'd brought him a plate of pickled foods and smoked meat. "Here, eat this," he said, pushing the plate in front of George.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George ate it hungrily, small bites, time to chew...he knew better than to bolt it, even though it was the best thing he'd had in...ages. "I...the girl...she was pregnant. Screaming, so much blood...."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry 'bout her," Bones told him, finishing up the last of the burns. It would take a few weeks, but George Kirk would survive and be well again - at least his body. The patient's mind had been twisted and tortured for, fuck, how long... twenty-five years?

A more superstitious man would have balked at the idea of this ghost of a man sitting in his room, but McCoy stopped believing in the supernatural that day a long time ago when he'd been shanghaied from a busy port city. He'd seen too much, traveling from port to port on various ships, voodoo and magick and human depravity, so if this guy said he was George Kirk, of the fucking Kelvin, lost twenty-five years ago, then Bones believed him.

He watched as George Kirk slowly ate, and sparing a glance up at his captain, wondered what price he would fetch - and would the Federation pay it...

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George sat back once he'd eaten his fill, with a belch and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He still didn't believe this was anything more than a hallucination. He'd had them before, even though lately the hallucinatory people had gotten less distinct, more...shapes. "So much blood...women ain't ought to bleed so much."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"That happens sometimes," McCoy told him, his memories of childbirth hazy - he didn't often have to deal with that on board a ship such as this... "But now I want you to rest, so go lay down," he pointed at the bed, "and we can talk more when you wake up."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George glared at the doc. "I ain't be tired."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Just lay down then, and we can still talk." Bones cleared the table of his medical supplies, meager as they were. He kept a clean cabin. "Anything else you want to know?"

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, what ship I be on, Bones?" George demanded of the sawbones.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"This is the Kalon Kakon, sailing the Seven Seas," McCoy told him with a sarcastic sort of flourish in his voice. "You're perfectly safe here with us."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Ain't never heard tell of it," George said dismissively. "So how'd they get a learned feller like y'self to on the ship? They acquire y' the usual way?" George fell into his habitual persona as three quarter's drunk and headed for a grand finale.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"My first ship? Kidnapped out of a port city," Bones said, that day so long ago a hazy memory now. "I was stupidly drunk and talking too much to sailors in a bar. Woke up the next day at sea." Not the best time in his life.

"On this ship?" McCoy snorted. "Captain won me in a card game."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Hope yer worth the money he musta lost on ye," George slurred, staring intently at Bones. "Ye sure are a pretty cuss though."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones laughed, trying not to look at the expression on Sam in the corner of the room. "Thanks, Captain, but I earn my keep here as a doctor."

Anything else he gave the Captain was his to give, not expected as part of his job.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"I been on the godforsaken island that long? Should show ye what a good C'ptin does with pretty docs like yisself," George snorted.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Well, you're not quite up to that, Captain," Bones chortled, giving him another sip from his flask. "Rest now and maybe tomorrow you can show me what I'm missin'."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George didn't quite know the meaning of sipping, so he slugged back a good gulp. "Y'don't know what I'm up for." He leered at the Doc.

"S'why d' I feel 's if I know yer Cap? He ain't my usual choice in cabinboys..."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"I dunno, Captain. You'll have to ask him next time he's around," Bones said, watching in horror as all his rum was being poured down the throat of this... patient.

He frowned... Sam had better be right, and they get a big reward out of him.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Like 'em brunette, and spicy," George slurred, ambling towards a bed, sitting down on it and removing his boot. Once they were out, he held out a hand. "S'what was yer name again, Bones?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Leonard," he told him, walking warily toward George. "Time for bed now," he added.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George grinned lazily "Bed sounds an awful lot like a good idea, Leonard." He let some barely remembered upper class accent into the last word, lazily lingering over it. He kept his hand out. "Captain George Kirk."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Bed for you, not for us," Bones took the hand. "Leonard McCoy."