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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!]

Re: Going for Grey

Date: 2009-09-20 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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

Date: 2009-09-20 02:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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."

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