THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL REFERENCES N STUFF (aka Lane sleeps with everyone)
It's also bad have fun

ThunderousCrackkr (A wattpad/twitter friend) and I were talking on Twitter about an AU she made, talking about the Haunted cast as pirates. So, we've been talking...and now this is formed. I know next to nothing in pirates n stuff, so that'll be her thing when it's in the chapters lol

As the tags say, there is gay pairings here, Drake gets paired with a dude, and Mia falls in love with a female, it's just how things have went
I won't say the fate of these relationships, it's spoilers.

This is also kinda crossed over with GITS, since characters in GITS are in here (Amethyst as Armen's wife, Marrion and their son, Chance, as their kids, and another OC pops in eventually who hasn't been in GITS yet)

Grayson is like half-drunk. So he may seem a little OOC
Besides this is an AU they are gonna be kinda different.

Hope this is good lol (it isn't I hate first chapters you'll see why ugh)

These introduction chapters probably won't go over 2000 words. They'll all be pretty short (and pretty bad)

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A cloud of light grey smoke drifted towards the star-speckled night sky. The village was cold, chilled by the wind blowing off the seas. Fog hung in the air, limiting sight.
A man walked alone, looking exhausted, holding a cigarette. The front glowed orange, and lightly flickered as he raised it to his lips. He inhaled, then let more pale grey smoke float from his mouth.
The blonde looked far older than his age. Faint wrinkles lined his eyes, making him look constantly tired. Bags were under his eyes, showing more lack of sleep. A constant look of sadness hung over his features. His yellow hair looked messy and unkempt, in need of some care. He had not shaved in a few days, obvious by the growing stubble on his face.
The man took another lungful of smoke, blowing it out between his lips. He sighed. It was just another night for him. Another night of loneliness, of drinking away the burning pain of his loss, of forgetting it all. Finding peace in a bottle of alcohol as his mind faded, and with it forgetting the past.
Not remembering the fire.
Not remembering Mandy's screaming, and Louis' cries.
Not remembering how he let them die.
He cringed, and struggled to shove the memories to the back of his mind. He had only had a few drinks tonight...clearly that had been a mistake on his part. He had to escape, spend his last few days on land memory-free...he needed to forget. Something he had not been able to do.
He jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He twisted his head around to stare at the man behind him. He had dark hair, cut very short at the sides, with the top pulled back into a bun. Unlike the blonde man, he did not hold a tired look, or an unkempt appearance, but held a worry in his eyes. " Grayson? What are you doing out so late? "
Grayson frowned, and turned away from him. He did not want to talk, but...he would have to. He did not want his getting suspicious of his behavior. " Just out, Lane. I could ask the same for you, too. "
The younger man shrugged. " Went to visit my parents. Just now managed to get away. " This late? Doubt it, Lane...
He fell into step beside Grayson, frowning. " You smell like alcohol again. Don't tell me you've been drinking again. "
Grayson frowned. " What's the problem? Why does it matter if I was out drinking or not? "
" I don't want a drunk guy in control of Sacred, man. I like living. And you know we can't trust Armen with that job, he gets distracted to easily...and Drake panicky too easily. Me...you know why I can't. I don't want them to have to take your place. You need to start cutting yourself off. "
Grayson rolled his eyes. " I'll stop once you quit sleeping around. "
Lanes eyes widened slightly. " Grayson! "
" What? You really think I'd believe you were out with your parents? This late? Your dad goes to sleep at seven. It's definitely not seven. I know you were out with someone tonight. "
Lane sighed. " Alright, fine. Yes, that's what I was doing. But at least my sex life doesn't affect my ability to control a ship! "
" It could...I'm honestly surprised you look so neat right now. "
" You learn how to hide stuff. Anyways, speaking of ships...excited to get back out on the waters? "
He looked over to him, now smirking. " Yeah. Are you? "
Lane nodded. " It's fun being around here, but...there's nothing like being out on the sea. " He shrugged. " Besides, the crew members we've got aren't half bad looking this time... "
Grayson groaned, laughing. " Oh my god, Lane...that's what you're thinking about? Right now? After what you just told me you did? "
Lane chuckled. " Why not? Cmon, you can't deny that some of them have got some looks on them. You can't deny that. Besides, as I said...it won't affect my performance at all. "
Grayson rolled his eyes. " I'm not interested in them, Lane. You know that. Besides, we have other things to focus on besides sleeping with the practical children of the ship. " He looked at him. " Which, reminds me...you don't go anywhere near them. You hear? "
" Oh, come on, Grayson... "
" No, Lane. We are not doing anything to any of our crew members. We need them. They don't need to be scarred for life by you. "
" Wha-scarred for life? " He cried. Grayson smirked. " Do you really wanna risk it, buddy? I'm sure there'll be at least one of them that will. "
Lane grunted in response, but didn't add onto the subject. Grayson crossed his arms, smirking at him, as a sign that he'd 'won.'
" Mind if I walk you back to your house? " Lane suddenly asked. Grayson glanced over to him, then nodded. " I don't mind. "
The two continued walking, falling into a rather awkward silence. Grayson raised the cigarette again, inhaling softly. He raised his eyes to the sky, staring up through the fog. The stars shone brightly, lighting up the darkness of the night. The moon hung lower in the sky, showing dawn would be coming soon.
How long was I out?
A few clouds dotted the sky, gleaming a pale whitish-blue. A small smile formed on his face. " Have you ever thought about how odd clouds are? " He murmured.
Lane looked at him, confused. " What? "
" Clouds. They're odd. The clouds we see could be miles and miles away from us, and yet we see them. Who knows where they're at, but...they're out there. People can admire them, without even being anywhere close to them. " He chuckled quietly. " Strange, isn't it? "
Lane just kept staring. " Grayson, either you're more drunk that you realize, or Drake's rubbing off on you too much. "
" ...Both, actually...Drake said that once. "
" Oh god, did he really? "
" Yeah. He was referring us to clouds, how we'd be like them once we were out on the sea, admired even if we're far, far away...That was a fun night...not as fun as the night Armen tried to show off to Amethyst, though, fell off the docks... "
Lane laughed. " I remember that...poor guy was so embarrassed, thought he'd ruined his chances with her...good thing she seems to have a thing for the klutz... "
" That was right before I left with The Empire... " Grayson's expression visibly darkened. The younger man placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. " Don't worry, Grayson. We're going to get back at them. One day. I promise you that, " He grinned. " Those bastards won't know what hit them! Think they're all high and mighty, well, Sacred'll show 'em it's high time they get put in place! "
Grayson shook his head, smiling at the man's enthusiasm. He was a few years younger than the rest of their friends, and with that came a still rather child-like energy, and some teenage-like thoughts, proven by his ability to seem to sleep with everyone, but he was the man you would want on your side, great with whatever weapon you could give him, and loyal.
He still couldn't believe he'd talked him into going out on the sea with him, he had always seemed so grounded after he returned with his last crew. It had not been a pretty time for his friend. He was glad he was finally getting over the incident enough to return to the sea.
They continued walking along, chatting and laughing. The duo came to a stop outside a rather large home, on the more 'higher-class' side of their village. The dark-haired man turned to his friend. " Well, there you are, ma'am! " Lane said, grinning. " Did you enjoy this walk? "
" Thank you, mister, " He joked, his voice going to a higher pitch. " And yes, it was quite enjoyable. " They took a moment to laugh, before Lane sighed, smiling. " Well, I'm off. Stay safe, buddy. " He turned to leave, waving as he started down the path. Grayson stayed by the front door, returning the gesture, until the younger man was no longer able to be seen.
His smile fell. A frown took its place back on his face, the sadness in his eyes returning. He exhaled softly, glancing back up to the sky. " If only we could be clouds. " He whispered. " Drift wherever, no worries...no suffering. " The cigarette fell from his hands, and he stepped on it, crushing it beneath his foot.
Grayson turned around, and stepped inside the cold, empty house. There were three days left. Three days before he could forget it all.
Three days left for the alcohol to never work, for the memories to stay.
Three more days in this hell of a home without his family.
Three more days of pretending in everything he did, just so no one would think differently of him. He was Graysom Crown, a man who never gave up. Who was strong, and brave, and could do anything.
That was a lie.
He had three days left.
He only hoped he could make it.

Told you it'd be bad :)

First chapters suck
I always say that
Stick around I guess...?

Keep on mining, my mineshafters!
-CaptainBat