I have had an obsession with pirates for a long time. I'll watch Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End a million times and I don't know why. So, anyway, a thought came to me and I said what the hell why not write a pirate AU...and here it is.
Warnings: Violence, Sex, Torture, Mentions of Rape and prostitution, language, and heavy alcohol use (It's a pirate fic)
Beta: Withgirl (as usual)
Hook is in this story. I'm saying it now, so any surprise about it shouldn't happen. This is purely SwanQueen but I've always liked Hook...up until season five. He's more than likely always going to be an important character, if not just being Emma or even Regina's friend/"sidekick."
Now on to the story.
"Tell me about the pirates again, father," the boy begged under the dim light.
His father laughed and nodded, raising a finger, "One more time boy. You need your rest."
"I swear this time will be the last."
"Alright…" the man sighed. "The seas were silent…for twenty whole years. Not a pirate in sight. Then one day, wading in the quiet of the Persian Gulf, a ship the size of the city rose up through the crashing waves. It was the perfect ship. Every man's dream."
"And the navy was out, patrolling the waters," the boy said in glee.
"That's right and the mysterious ship rammed right through it."
"What happened next Papa?"
"You already know what happened, my boy."
"But that's the best part. Tell it again."
"The Captain, Richard Doyle, of the English Navy looked up at the ship as it continued moving. He stayed in the water too stunned to speak a word and when he looked up to the ship, standing above him was a woman as beautiful as the sea itself dressed in the coats of a captain. Her eyes were dark as night and skin tanned from the sun of the place where the trees grow above the clouds and the Spaniards escape to the ice blue falls and exotic women."
"South America."
"That's right…and behind this woman stood before him were giant sails. Proud sails. Captain Doyle looked on in fear as the ship flew the Jolly Roger. From then on every ship that stood in its way lay victim to the Devil's Hangman merciless crew and its captain, the Queen of the Damned."
"No, Papa, Queen of the Pirates."
"Ah, yes. Queen of the Pirates."
"I'm going to sail on her ship one day."
"Son, being a pirate is dangerous work."
"Don't worry papa, I'll be the best pirate there is. You'll see."
"So I will. Now get to bed or the Devil's Hangman will dock in our port tonight and steal you away by morning."
The boy buried himself under the blankets, pulling them up to his face so that only his eyes peeked out from under them, "Night, Papa."
"Goodnight, Killian."
She took a deep breath, releasing any frustration that had previously seeped into her body. Rum seemed to be useless as of late. All the pent up frustration had to go somewhere and there wasn't much form of release on a ship at sea for months. She took another breath closing her eyes slowly as the three pairs of hands roamed her body, apparently washing away tinges of blood and dirt as well as some of her natural tension.
A hand lightly brushed her cheek and routinely she opened her mouth to accept the cherry. Another quickly followed and she tilted her head at the faint sounds behind her bathroom chamber doors before they flew open, the golden handles smashing into the walls. With the raise of her finger, the hands on her chest and legs stopped moving and pulled away. She opened her eyes slowly, tension building up in her jaw again, "What is it, Jones?"
"Captain Mills," the man started, looking over to her but quickly averting his eyes away from her bare torso above the bath water. He sighed and walked around the sunken tub infused into the marble floor keeping his eyes on the girls as opposed to the woman he was addressing. "You told me to inform you of any progress on the ship…"
"Yes, I did."
"It's done."
"Done?" He nodded glancing out of the windows. He heard the water splashing around and from the corner of his eye, watched the girls scurry out of the room with blushed faces and giggles erupting from them. When he turned there was only one young woman left pulling a bath towel around the naked woman as she turned to face him. "You said done?"
"It's finished, Regina," he nodded.
"Good. You can be useful for something it seems, Killian," the brunette breathed out. "We leave tonight."
"As you wish, Captain." He turned on his heel to leave but she grabbed his arm to stop him. She glanced over to the servant busying herself with cleaning up the water around the edges of the tub, "You may leave us, Charlotte. I will dress myself."
"Your clothes are in your chambers," The blonde said and bowed her head, leaving quietly.
"Captain?" Killian questioned once the doors had been closed again.
"Before we leave…"
"You'd like to go out in town. Shall I find you a few women and men to keep you company?" He looked at her with a smirk.
"I'm in the mood for no man, Jones. A woman will be fine. One woman…a good woman."
"You've been unsatisfied with every man and woman you've taken to bed for the past month. Why not just pick one of your servants? They already seem very eager to touch you."
"They're innocent, inexperienced girls," Regina sighed walking towards the doors that led to her bedchambers. Killian followed loosely behind her not actively attempting to watch her dress. Although it was unavoidable to see her back side as the towel fell away and she pulled on her undergarments.
"So you purposely want whores to spend the night with? All because they've done it before?"
"Would you prefer inexperience when you're in a hurry?" Regina countered. She fastened her belt tightly and turned around to him. Killian rolled his eyes at her.
Although, there wasn't much reason for the woman to be shy about anything. So she wasn't even when it came to having her first mate present when she was bare from the waist up...or even the waist down. If she covered up it was only because someone else was uncomfortable and she rarely cared for someone else's discomfort anyway.
"The problem is that you're always in a hurry. What makes sex quixotic is learning…seeing as you're not looking for more than one night or passion, I would prefer you not carp about what you get."
"Quixotic? Have you been reading poetry?"
"If I have it's been from your collection," he said waving his hand around the room where there were shelves of books almost as high as the ceiling.
"As a captain of a pirate vessel, I don't have time for quixotic or passion or whatever other madness will escape you today."
Killian stayed silent before bowing his head, "I will go and find you a pretty mug from the brothel then."
"Useful," she muttered. "Send them back in."
"Aye aye, Captain."
"Thank you."
"You know this only adds to you really being what they call you."
"And what is that, dear?"
"Queen of the Damned," he said opening the doors and leaving.
Three sets of feet scurried back in and began to quickly aid her in tightening her corset despite her not requesting them to do so. Another set of feet came through the big doors before they closed back again. Regina kept her eyes on the window in front of her, letting out a small grunt feeling something get pulled tight. All the hands hesitated before a voice spoke, "Don't be scared. She can handle the roughness."
The pulling and tying resumed shortly and Regina smirked, "You say that about everything, Ruby."
"It's truth, isn't it?" the brunette replied coming to stand in front of her. She received a nod in return. "I hear you're sailing soon."
"By nightfall."
"Don't you ever think to rest for a moment?"
"You know I don't sleep...at least not often."
"Sleep and rest are entirely different things, Regina," Ruby sighed invading the woman's personal space. She raised her hand and ran her hand over the woman's chest just above the corset. Her fingers brushed the violent wound over her heart. "Take care of this. Apply the creams I give you and it won't look so angry with time."
"I'll do my best," Regina said halfheartedly.
"You may not think so but I believe this can still beat again," the younger woman said pressing her hand flat against the warm skin under her palm. "So come back to me in one piece, Captain."
"I'm not yours to lose," Regina snapped.
"One night together and you think I've fallen in love with you," Ruby laughed. The servants had long finished dressing the woman and were blushing at the mention of them together before Ruby turned to them and said, "You're done here. Go do something useful with yourselves. You already have the privilege of touching her in the bath. You don't need stories as well."
They all rushed out with grins to find something to do amongst themselves. Regina shook her head with a smirk, "Now you've gone and given them something to chatter about."
"I'm sure they had much to talk about before I mentioned it. Why so young? You tease them."
"I like to relax and they take their time."
"I'll never really understand you, Regina…" Ruby shook her head. "You're very mistaken though. I've not fallen for you, you filthy pirate. You're my closest friend and you need someone to be waiting for you here or you won't come back. You're in desperate need of someone to care for you since you don't seem to want to do it yourself."
"There's no need to worry about me."
"Promise me at least that, my friend."
"As you wish, Miss Lucas."
"Drink up mates!" Killian shouted over the music. "We sail tonight!"
The crew yelled and chanted in response, drinks spilling and drunkenly stumbling around the establishment. Killian hopped down from the counter, rum sloshing around in his mug. A man came up to him with a worried look on his face. He put a hand on his shoulder with grin on his face, "Quartermaster, how are you? Enjoying the rum?"
"The boatswain is ready to depart. The water in these parts are getting restless. It's best we leave before the storm blows in."
"Captain loves a good storm," Killian laughed.
"But sir-"
"Smee, everything will be fine."
"She wanted to leave as soon as possible."
"Aye, she does," he nodded. He pushed his drink into the short man's chest and started to leave out of the main area. "Enjoy that mate. I'm going to go retrieve our dear captain."
He didn't wait for a reply as he left, creeping up the stairs of the tavern passing by several couples together. It really took an uncaring pirate to not even bat an eyelash at the two sets of people practically naked in the halls.
He slid pass them and walked down to the end of the hall. The room was exclusively for his captain. The noise started off dull until the moans got louder and louder. His walk slowed down at the obvious banging on the other side of the door. Without a second thought he knocked on the door making sure it was loud enough to hear on the other side. His eyes widened at scream of...well it seemed to be a mix of both pleasure and pain. It echoed off the walls of the room and he raised a smug eyebrow.
"Well, done, Captain," he said to himself.
Shortly after the sounds faded and a small round of moans continued to whisper out of the room. Killian leaned forward to listen in but the door swung open with the brunette he was looking for walking out and ignoring his presence as she slipped into her coat. He watched her go and then looked back into the room at the blonde who looked pleasantly shocked and he nodded and gave awkward wave to the woman as he closed the door.
"Captain," he called following her down the hallway. "Captain."
"What is it, Jones?"
"We're ready to set sail."
"Good," Regina nodded walking through the herds of her crew as they sung tunes with drunken slurs and drank up to their eyeballs in rum.
"But-"
"But?" the brunette hissed turning swiftly to him. Killian grabbed a drink from the tray that was walked by them and handed it to her. She took it with a skeptically raised eyebrow and her lips pursed.
"You know how it is when we dock. We have a new crew."
"How new?"
"Nearly all the deck hands. It's not as bad as it could be, love." She dropped down in a seat and he sat down across from her. "Once we leave, you know some young boys will sneak on board. They're all expendable. Throw some off the ship for a show if you like."
"I might take you up on that offer."
"I take it the woman wasn't satisfying enough?"
"Decent. I don't appreciate noisy. She squirmed too much for my liking."
"Sure about that, love? Last time I checked every single time I've passed by your rooms, here or on the ship, it's always loud." He laughed and she rolled her eyes. Leaning forward, he beckoned her to come closer and the brunette complied, "How do you do it? Even I can't get a woman to scream like that."
"You really want to know?" Regina smirked. He nodded with grin and she gestured for him to lean forward. Killian leaned in even more and was met with a hand closing in on his throat immediately. He tried to pull away but was held in place. Regina stood up from her seat and tightened her hold on his neck before she released him, "Mind your own damn business. Anybody who's going better be on the ship before me."
"Aye, Mills," he panted rubbing his hand over his reddened neck. She left him and he scrambled out of his seat and followed behind her. "Any requests?"
"No," she replied flatly.
He nodded and addressed the room as she left the tavern. She continued walking towards the docks sparing a glance at her estate as she walked. It was quiet and the sun was nearly done setting a thunder rolled over the clouds in the distance. A light trickle started already and she walked at a somewhat slow pace hearing the tavern behind her erupt in frantic sounds until the door was thrown open and several dozen men rushed ahead of her, pants falling and hats ready to fly away.
"Well I do believe you'll have plenty of people to toss overboard," Killian chuckled walking beside her.
"Maybe I won't be taking my anger out on you then."
"I won't hope too much. I know that won't be the case."
"You could be on my good side if my ship is intact."
"It's damn near impossible to take it apart. Luckily we still managed to make the upgrades you wanted." She hummed her approval watching the men ahead of them continue to run off to the ship. "How long are we sailing for? 6 months?"
"No, shorter this time."
"How short?"
"3 weeks."
"Are we going searching again?" he asked.
"Wherever the map takes us, I suppose...the cook?" Regina questioned.
"He's still with us. I wouldn't let him leave if he wanted to. If I have to swallow down anymore watered down soup I just might die."
"Lucky you," the older woman muttered.
"Sorry I mentioned it. You could try harder to break your curse you know. If being a pirate isn't something you want-"
"I was born a pirate against my mother's wishes. I enjoy every moment of it but I'd actually like to live."
"At least you can pull off the impossible for now. Do a million deplorable things..."
"I'm already a pirate."
"Well…a million more then."
"I suppose I have the time," she smirked, quickly stopping her movements. A smile pulled at the corners of her lips at the sight before her. Killian looked at her to gauge a reaction but her face stayed the same, only giving off a look of surprise. "My baby…"
"Fresh coat of paint while you were gone. Took the whole two weeks you were out. Gold trim is redone."
She reached over and patted his shoulder and started towards the ship, "I won't kill you today if that puts you at ease any."
He chuckled lightly, uneasiness lacing his tone. Although it did put him at ease. She had a short temper and she was known amongst the pirate world to throw new men off the ship in the middle of the ocean. They wouldn't have to do anything wrong, if she felt like it, she did it.
"Whoa," someone said next to him. He looked over to the young man standing there looking at the ship in amazement. He grinned and let his thoughts of being thrown overboard fade.
"Welcome aboard." The boy looked at him curiously. "This is the Devil's Hangman, son. Hope you were expecting some adventure."