[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!]

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[country-doc.livejournal.com]

Nodding, he caught the bartender's attention and called over a tankard of the same concoction he'd been drinking, as well as a refill for himself. It wasn't particularly strong, but it tasted decent enough and was enough to do the trick, so it would probably suit her. He slid it across the table towards her.

"Should do you for now." He picked up his own and took a draught, knocking it back easily. "So tell me - you lookin' for anythin' in particular in this crew you're after, or just whoever'll take you?" He personally wasn't fussy - he'd served with some pretty rough characters before - so he'd leave the decision up to her.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

She accepted the glass with a smile of thanks and took a small sip. It tasted awful to her, but then, she'd hardly expected fine wine, someplace like this.

She thought a moment before answering his question. "I don't have a long list of requirements. Mainly, I just need a fresh start. Somewhere to start a new life, without worrying too much about the old one." She met his eye, allowing a bit of humor to creep into her smile. "A reasonably steady income would be nice too, of course."

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

He chuckled quietly. "In a perfect world..." 'Steady income' weren't words he'd had much cause to hear. 'Take what you could and run', on the other hand...

"Anyway, that makes things easier. Been scoutin' around recently and there doesn't seem to be much recruitment goin' on, so's it's best not to be fussy if anythin' comes up." No doubt something would turn up sooner or later...

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"No leads, then?" She shouldn't be surprised, she supposed - if he knew of any ships looking for new crew, he'd hardly be sitting in the corner of this bar talking with her, would he? Still, she was disappointed. She really had no idea how one went about getting hired for anything, much less how to obtain a post serving a probably ruthless captain on the wrong side of the law.

For the first time since she'd dropped the heavy kitchen knife on the floor next to Roger's cooling body, cutting her ties to everything she'd ever known as quickly and efficiently as she'd cut his throat, Christine wondered what exactly she was getting herself into. She reached for the tankard before her, taking a long drink, her lips twisting at the sour taste.

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Nuthin'." He'd been looking (albeit perhaps a little half-heartedly), but he hadn't even heard a whisper of recruiters. "Still, live to hope an' so on." There was something akin to a sneer on his face when he said that - 'live to hope'. Load of trash. Live to survive, nothing else.

He watched appreciatively as she took a long draught, managing to keep all but the smallest grimace from her face. He reckoned she'd pick this way of life up with little trouble - he'd seen nobles try and take it up before, hoping for riches and glory, and he'd seen them crash and burn just as quickly. But she seemed different - unlike them, she seemed to genuinely want the escape.