[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!]

Comments

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.