Warnings, disclaimers, etc.
Firstly: This is a horribly AU fic. I mean blasphemously AU. I have picked up our beloved Gundam Pilots and dropped them not into another space fic, not a fantasy world resembling Middle Earth, but smack dab into the middle of history. Not just any history, but the adventurous, mysterious and downright ridiculous world of Caribbean pirates. No, NOT the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy, the spectacularly wonderful Disney films, but a world highly similar to the one that Jack Sparrow, Will, Barbossa and Elizabeth sailed around in. That said, it is NOT a crossover fic.
Secondly: The usual rigmarole, the lovable, huggable characters of Gundam Wing DO NOT belong to me, they belong to Sunrise, Bandai etc. I have not stolen them, I am merely borrowing them for the purpose of this fic and promise to return them to their rightful owners in somewhat nearly the same condition as I stole borrowed them in.
Thirdly: This is not Yaoi. My apologies to rabid BoyLove fangirls everywhere. As much as I love the idea of bromance in my fandoms, I cannot bring myself to turn them gay. However, I am not opposed to yaoi in any way, my writings just don't include it. Don't let this turn you off , but if you opened this in the hopes of some hot n' heavy DuoxHeero action, or even WufeixZechs (wtf, weirdest pairing EVER) then this fic is not for you. But for those of you looking for a wildly irreverent fic full of high seas adventure, gratuitous amounts of rum, and general epicness, then perhaps, just maybe, this fic is for you.
Enjoy!
3,
Ash
The Pirate King
I
The Long Journey
Chang Wufei was a patient man.
It had taken him five years to earn the right to captain his own vessel.
Five years of training.
Five years of learning.
And finally it had paid off.
He had accepted the honour graciously. When he set foot on the deck of The Nataku five years prior he knew that it had been worth the wait.
Ten years he had spent learning to become the man he was today.
Ten years he had spent patiently awaiting becoming one of the most feared pirates in the South China Sea.
And for the past three years he had been incessantly hunting after the one man who threatened his honour and his position as chief captain of the Chang Clan.
His patience was beginning to wear thin.
No adversary had addled the Chinese man like that braided hellion who sailed the Caribbean. No enemy had tested his patience as much as that violet eyed bastard who called himself Death.
Yes indeed, Chang Wufei was growing more and more impatient as his beloved ship sailed westward from the Ivory Coast of the dark continent.
Duo Maxwell had averted him once again on the coast of Africa. Him and that damned black ship of his. As The Nataku sailed into Bonny Port on the west coast Wufei could sense that he had already missed The Reaper and her elusive captain.
A few gold coins were offered and he was assailed with information about the notorious pirate.
"'E was 'ere not a week nigh. 'Ad a look about 'im…'de devil walk wit de one wi' de braided hair," one toothless beggar-man on a dusty street told him.
"It's bout the time o year that he go back to the Indies," A drunken pirate said in a dark tavern corner, "shore'nuf you find 'im sailing westward."
Wufei had listened to these stories from Singapore to Cape Town. For three years he had sailed across the Pacific, Indian and Atlantic Oceans chasing the wraithlike being that was the Captain Duo Maxwell.
At the thought of the name Wufei spat. Duo Maxwell. The name sickened him.
Wufei tightened his grasp on the wooden railing of his Nataku and growled roughly into the night air.
"I'll catch up to you yet, Maxwell."