[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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[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."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George took the doc's hand and pulled him onto the bed. "Ye look all stressed, Bones. Ye should enjoy y'self. Ain't no life like th' pirate one.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

And so Bones' found himself on the bed, tangled with George Kirk, who had surprisingly strong hands despite his being trapped on a cursed island for twenty-five years...

"Fuck, let go, George. Not right now, okay," he grunted, trying to extricate himself, and fuck it if Sam hadn't disappeared from the room. Fuck...

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George smirked and leaned over to kiss Bones. Been a curst long time since he had such a handsome fellow in his grasp.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, but it still wasn't funny... He felt George pressing against him, Sam's father, was trying to - hell, not trying anymore, was feeling him up, with exceedingly grabby hands.

"Not right now, George," Bones told him once more, trying to get out of the bed.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"No better time," George argued. "Such a pretty doc." He pressed another kiss to Bones lips and passed out on top of him, holding tight to him.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Grrff."

Bones pushed hard, flipping George onto his back. Fucking brilliant, a drunk prisoner in his room, attacking him in his own bed. He stood, arranging himself and his clothing, askew from the tumble, and made his way outside to find his captain, but not before sliding a pail on the floor next to George's head.

God help Captain George Kirk if he vomited in Leonard's bed.