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kirktasticIt 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!]
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Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 07:13 am (UTC)She wiped her hands against the rag that hung from her belt, a gesture that had become so habitual in the past few days as her hands were steeped in blood that she didn't even notice that she was doing it.
"What do you plan to do, Meira?"
Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 07:22 am (UTC)She bit her lip. "We should decide now if we're treating everyone or no one. We can't afford to look like we're taking sides. Not now. At least until we know who's going to win."
She frowned suddenly. As much as herself and Tina were in danger, Pasha and Nova would be in more.
"What are you going to do?" she asked absentmindedly, feeling worried for her partners.
Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 07:28 am (UTC)She paused, struck by a sudden thought. "What of your girls? Do either of them have aspirations?"
Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 07:36 am (UTC)Meira winced. "Pasha may jump at the chance. She probably will. Nova... she didn't talk about it much. She's a wildcard in this situation."
She focused intensely on the patterns of stains and grime on the wall across from her, worrying about her girls.
Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 07:39 am (UTC)Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 07:42 am (UTC)Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 08:02 am (UTC)Re: On the Farragut
Date: 2009-09-19 08:06 am (UTC)With that, she exited the room and headed to find her Pasha.