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[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: Going for Grey

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Lowe took the hand and shook, followed by Scott, then said, "Korean, correct? What are you rated for, then, Lee?"

Generally speaking, a man could go his whole life without seeing an Asian sailor, absent the Philippines. That being said, Lowe had indeed been to the Far East, and carried a good deal of respect for the cultures he was exposed to there, however limited his dealings.

Re: Going for Grey

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"She might have something worth taking." Kirk said to Spock, tilting his gaze to his first mate. He looked to his crew and snapped, "Set us for as much speed as ye can get then everyone below deck! To oars!"

Another trick up her sleeve, one that few knew about, and it made Kirk grin at the sheer thought. The Enterprise had been outfitted for her lower decks to pack one hell of a surprise when she needed to overcome ships.

Re: Going for Grey

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Again, with the sporadic hunting. The ship didn't look any different than any other ship that they might pass, but this one they had to plunder? Illogical.

Spock only left his side for the time necessary to organize the crew below deck for the oars, before he returned, and took the helm, steering to parallel the other vessel.

Kirk wanted the ship. So he would get it for him.

Re: Going for Grey

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

After leaving Lee (http://kirktastic.livejournal.com/23975.html?thread=965799#t965799) to Scott's starboard watch, Lowe headed back up to the quarterdeck to keep a watch with his Captain. Those sails were closer to the Grey than comfort allowed; still, it did not yet seem she was gaining.

"We may have to abandon course and run like Hell," Winslow commented to his faithful second in command. Lowe was not a bully mate, but he was his captain's enforcer, and a master mariner in his own right.

"Aye, sir," Lowe replied, narrowing near-black eyes on the ship astern. "We can cut a sharp larboard tack if she does gain; we'll be in bow-chaser range, but she'll have a far harder time turning than we will. It might buy us some time."

Winslow took a breath, then growled quietly under it, "Maybe even enough."

Re: Going for Grey

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Well, that one shot his eyebrows up even as he was stepping back from the handshake. He nodded in the affirmative, glancing at Scott briefly before returning his gaze to Lowe. "Ordinary seaman, sir."

Harold decided to keep his mouth shut unless he was asked any direct questions. He didn't really want to volunteer that he was the Captain's pet; he feared the men in front of him would recoil at that knowledge, toss him aside.

"Please, allow me to repay this kindness, sir. Put my hand to whatever you will."

Re: Going for Grey

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"You'll have the starboard watch; we're down a man there. Mister Scott, if you would..." Lowe gave a firm nod, then turned and headed back up to the quarterdeck to keep watch on the vague, ghostly white sails behind them.

Scotty watched, a mild expression of worry, then turned to look back at Harold, and gestured, "Ahead, then, to the foc's'le. We lost a man three weeks ago, and we havena replaced him yet. Ye'll have his berth, though we'll have to outfit ye for gear from the slopchest. But pay's decent and ye'll likely not find a more fair ship. We're all hands right now, so as soon as ye have a look at where ye'll be sleepin', come back above and stand by the foremast." He wasn't quite so strict in tone as Lowe, not able to mask the curiosity in his voice, but he still had an officer's tone. "Have ye eaten, Lee?"

Re: Going for Grey

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Harold found Scott's accent somewhat difficult to parse, but he managed to get most of that. He nodded acknowledgment, grateful to be given some way to give back. He didn't miss the curiousity, either. Part of Harold longed to pour his story out to another human being.

Most of him wanted to stay alive, so he didn't. "I-- haven't eaten since the morning, sir. I left some things in the lifeboat, they could be useful if they can be retrieved. Food."

He felt like an idiot for forgetting it was there, but hoped the offering would be enough to put Scott off of asking more personal questions.

"Lead on, sir."

Re: Going for Grey

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Scott shook his head in answer. "I have to remain on deck. Yer berth is gonna be whichever one doesna have a mattress currently on it; ye can stuff one from the straw after this mess is over here. But stop off in the galley and grab some hardtack and jam, and there should be some smoked meat as well handy."

He turned to go, but gave a brief, not-hard pat on Lee's shoulder to make up for the otherwise stricter tone, before heading back up to the quarterdeck himself.