[We Interrupt Your Usual RP to Bring You... International Talk Like a Pirate Day!]

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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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[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

"Mmm... off some magical island?"

Sam leaned over and placed a kiss on Leonard's neck.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

McCoy turned back to Sam. "I'm in a bad mood, Captain. He drank all my rum," he added, indignantly.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

Sam shrugged and laid back down on the bed.

"I've got some somewhere in here." He patted the bed beside him. "Come on."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Leonard sighed deeply but kicked off his boots, and settled down next to Sam, still tense. "He's your dad," he said. "That has to mean something to you," he added, reaching a hand up to touch Sam's cheek.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

Sam smiled at his touch, rolled onto his side, and threaded his fingers through McCoy's hair. "Don't worry about him. The buyer won't let anything happen to him."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Why doesn't this bother you more?" McCoy asked, looking into his eyes. "He's your dad? And - the rest of your family - don't you want to know what happened to them?"

The hand on Sam's face moved to the back of his neck and squeezed gently.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

"No, not really. He may have fathered me, but he isn't my family." Sam wrapped his arms around McCoy. "You're my family."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

McCoy looked over at Sam and let out the breath he was holding. Yes. Okay. They would talk about this later, he told himself, as he leaned in and kissed Sam.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

Sam deepened the kiss and snuck his hand underneath Bones's shirt.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Leonard laughed as the fingers skimmed his skin. "Cut it out," he laughed, rolling on top of Sam and pressed their foreheads together. Sam was so much better with words than he was. Bones didn't know how to say what he felt inside, all those jumbled feelings.

So this time he paused a moment, looking down at his captain, his lover, the one who changed his life for the better... and dipping his head, he gave him a soft kiss that said all he wasn't able to.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

As he kissed McCoy, Sam ran his hands up his lover's back and enjoyed the soft familiar skin beneath his palms. However Leonard could express his love, Sam accepted. All he wanted was to keep him close.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

His hands gripped Sam's shoulders and pulled him closer. There was so much unsaid between them, just little words and phrases, half-promises, like the comment earlier about the island... McCoy knew Sam meant it, but - it frightened him to think about a life away from here.

So he pushed away all those thoughts and concentrated on making showing Sam how much he wanted to be here, wanted to be with him - with his hand, with his mouth, with his body.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

In this moment, there was no room for anything in Sam's mind. It was filled with thoughts of Leonard. Everything was a blur of lips and hands and skin.

This was bliss.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Several hours pasted before they noticed anything but each other. Leonard lay underneath Sam, naked and sweaty, their legs twined together. "Wish we could get rid of the crew," he whispered, their shouts and steps overhead interrupting his otherwise perfect post-coital nap.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

"Thus the idea of the island."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones watched his face, just stared at those features that had become so familiar in the past three years, a face he saw everyday, and almost every night. A face he loved.

"What are we gonna do on that island," he asked, wondering if Sam had any sort of plan other than 'buy an island'.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

"Build a nice house, eat a lot of good food, have a lot of great sex, maybe farm mangoes," Sam laid his head on Leonard's shoulder. He closed his eyes and focused on the warmth of McCoy's body.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

It was a nice dream, at any rate... even if it never came true the idea that someone wanted to be with him like that gave him a warm feeling inside. A feeling that he was wanted.

"I should go see if he's awake and alive," Bones said, lifting his head to nuzzle at Sam's neck, sucking lightly on the base of his throat. "If we've got someone to ransom or not."

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

"I thought you said he had three or four decades," Sam moaned, "but you better go check on him anyhow."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"That was before I knew what a lush he was," Bones retorted. "There's no telling what he'll drink in my room if he finds it." McCoy lifted his hands to Sam's face again, kissing him soft before he sat up, pulling himself away from Sam, one last look as he reached for his pants, pulling them.

[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

Sam pulled one of the sheets from the bed and wrapped it around himself before standing. He kissed his lover on the cheek and retreated to his desk and set about charting their new course.

One year later...

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

It was a lovely island.

Not that they owned the entire island, that would be wasteful, and Sam Kirk was anything but wasteful. No, they'd purchased a huge estate and settled in as banana planters. There were servants, there had to be because in the end they couldn't be the only people on their island, romantic as that sounded. Someone had to take care of their personal and household needs. But the staff was well-paid and loyal and gave the gentlemen owners as much privacy as they required.

The Doctor, as the servants called him, dressed often in white and had a private laboratory where he spent a lot of his time, tables covered in phials and bottles, studying slides under his prized microscope, brought over from Europe and treasured above all his possessions. Each ship that arrived on the island brought more books, and soon his library rivaled anyone's in a hundred mile radius.

The other man, the one they all still called The Captain, oversaw the day to day operations of the plantation. Riding from one end to the other each day, he knew all the workers by name, knew their wives and families, and when push came to shove, in an emergency, worked just as hard as they did, earning the respect of each man there.

As the years past, they became more familiar with the island residents. Summer evenings would find Bones sitting on a patio in the shade reading the news papers for the past few months that he'd had delivered while Sam played with local children on the beach.

For decades the plantation successfully made them tremendous amounts of money, and years later they would tell stories to the island children of their days on the open seas. None of the children ever believed that the friendly, white-haired old men had ever been pirates. That was silly...

Of course, they lived happily ever after.