[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: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.

[de-forest.livejournal.com]

DeForest reached Leonard and opened his mouth to speak, just as the ship pitched a little, causing DeForest to grab the side rail in panic, gripping it tightly.

Upon reailsing that the ship wasn't really going anywhere, and that his reaction was incredibly over the top for what had actually occured, he relaxed his grip and smiled sheepishly at Leonard.

"I am still endevouring to get used to this, Len! I did not sleep particularly well; the rolling of the ship, and the snores of the others disturbed my slumbers. What I wouldn't do for a good night's rest..."

Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

"You'll get used to that, don't worry. Look at it this way," he slung an arm around De's shoulders, tilting him backwards a little so he could look up to where Leonard was pointing, "at least you don't have to climb all the way up there, galeforce winds whipping sea and rain into your face whilst you're fighting with tackle that's heavy enough to blow you aboard if you miss a step. That was my introduction to this, way back when. Now this," he motioned to the sea all around them, "this is smooth sailing. This is pleasant, trust me on that."

Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.

[de-forest.livejournal.com]

DeForest followed Leonard's gaze up to the top of the tall mast, the sails and rigging blowing gently in the breeze. He had no desire at all to climb up there, and the desire would have been even less in a howling gale, wind lashing at the ship, ropes swinging madly from side to side. It was not a pleasant thought, and DeForest gave a small shudder at the idea.

"I would not relish that task," he agreed, turning to smile at Len. "But I will agree that this," he gestured out to the calm expanse of blue, "is not an unpleasant experience. I just wish the experience was not quite so changeable."

Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

"And there you would have but one of my many reasons for abandoning a career in the Navy," Leonard agreed.

"Let's hope this fair weather stays with us for a while, then."

Re: Also damn my lack of appropriate icon.

[de-forest.livejournal.com]

"Well, I for one am glad you chose to abandon that career." De smiled warmly. Circumstances had bought the three actors together, and DeForest would not change the outcome for the world.

"Fair weather, and a safe trip..." said De, staring out at the horizon. He had heard horror stories about sea monsters, huge maelstroms and pirate attacks before they had boarded the ship, and they had not reassured him for the long voyage ahead - on top of his seasickness, DeForest was also perpetually worried that, well, something bad was going to happen.