[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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[letspunchit.livejournal.com]

Captain Christopher Pike was what some termed a Gentleman Pirate. Not for any land or rank he'd possessed before he'd taken to the seas nigh on a quarter-century before, for assuredly, he'd had neither - no, the reasons were these. He never took more than he set out to. (Nor did he generally ever take less.) He spared lives when he could, but when his adversaries were left with no choice but death, they died with honor, as befit sailors. Pirates they all were, yes, but piracy and dignity, thievery and temperance, did not have to be mutually exclusive, and lawlessness was no excuse for foul behavior.

Following these self-appointed rules, though they'd tried the patience of many a crewman over the years, he had managed to become one of the longest-lived (though, alas for the life-span of a brigand and the cruel mercies of the sea, that wasn't saying much) and most widely known captains still sailing. Pike was the sort of pirate who might have been invited to tea in the Commodore's cabin, if such a wildly unlikely thing ever were to happen.

Granted, they wouldn't have let him go afterward, and he wouldn't have touched a morsel of food nor a draught of drink set in front of him (laced with hemlock, odds would be). But still.

[[OOC: I dunno where Cap'n Pike is. Anybody want him? XD You can just come up to him and set the scene if you please.]]