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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: Going for Grey
Date: 2009-09-19 10:45 pm (UTC)Kirk looked up from pouring over maps with his navigator, the young but intense man all the way from the cold reaches of Russia. He frowned at the crewman that came in who looked frantic. "What is it?"
"Captain, one of the lifeboats dropped int'the water!"
Kirk's eyes went wide and he jerked out of the cabin, rushing along side of his crew member to where he pointed out to the sea. Kirk reached into a pouch along the side of one leg and pulled out an eyeglass, scowling. To his surprise, it was none other then Harold.
"...damn his Asian hide!" Kirk growled, glaring through the eyeglass.
"Lift yer gaze to the Northeast, captain."
Kirk did so, and scowled even more. Another ship! Sleek sailed and sleek design... nothing he'd seen before. So, he's decided this isn't the life fer him? He's had little but the best, fool boy. He pushed close the eyeglass, thinking.
They could take the time to chase after him and the other ship, or they could abandon him to his fate. The design of the other ship was a concern - smaller and sleeker. The Enterprise was a beauty, though. No other ship her size could go her speed.
Re: Going for Grey
Date: 2009-09-19 11:35 pm (UTC)Still, he glanced back at the Enterprise, a strange sadness in him. Some strange regret for his Captain. The mind was a strange thing.
A little short of halfway between the two ships, Harold clutched the sail and rudder with iron grip and desperately hoped.
He prayed that his little sabotage wouldn't fail, as was his usual luck.