Title: Maybe It's Wrong. Maybe It's Right.
Author: Keeper Of The Fandoms
Fandom/s:
Pirates of The Caribbean (Movie)
Teen Wolf (TV Show)
Major Pairing: Derek Hale | Captain Jack Sparrow/Stiles Stilinski | Elizabeth Swann
Characters And Their Personas (Will Be Added To As I Remember Them):
Captain Jack Sparrow - Derek Hale
Elizabeth Swann - Stiles Stilinski
Will Turner - Scott McCale
Barbossa - Peter Hale
Lieutenant Norrington - Deputy Jordan Parrish
Calypso - Lydia Martin
Davy Jones - Jackson Whittemore
Blackbeard - Gerard Argent
Angelica - Kate Argent
Word Count: words
Basic Info: This is a Sterek!AU fanfiction requested by tumblr user: raisesomehale and it is a work in progress. I'm not the best writer so construction critiscism is appreciated but please no flaming okay.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates Of The Caribbean, its characters or plotline. I only own my own ideas!
Stiles had never liked moving, his father's position forcing them to change homes once again. This time he was to be presiding as Governor over Port Royal, a prosperous town on the ocean's coast.
Unfortunately that meant they were to make the journey there by boat, escorted by the King's navy to ensure safe journey through hectic waters entrenched with cut throat pirates who wouldn't hesitate to gut him for the coins he held.
Fog surrounded the ship as it drifted through the water, obscuring the horizon in a dense cloud. The boredom of the sight soon got to him and he began to sing quietly to himself, a pirate song he had heard once from a prisoner who was brought before his father.
A hand on his shoulder brought him about and he stared into the cautioning eyes of a young soldier, curly blonde hair hanging in his eyes as he stared out at the waters. He spoke cautiously of pirates appearing from the fog, summoned by her song only to be cut off by Lieutenant Parrish as he approached.
"Mr Lahey that is quite enough." The man moved away, blue eyes twinkling as he took a large swig from his flask and winked at Stiles as he caught him looking. No soldier was supposed to posses alcohol but Stiles wasn't about to tell on the funny man.
"I intend that any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand is met with what they deserve. A short stop and a sudden stop." Parrish smiled to himself and Stiles looks over at Lahey, the man pulling on his necktie to indicate hanging. Stiles looked back at Lieutenant in shock, surely he wouldn't talk so callously about ending another's life even if they were a pirate.
"Lieutenant I appreciate your fervor but would prefer not to have this discussion around my son. I worry about the impact it may have on him." Governor Stilinski said, gaining a nod from the man as he moved away to tend to the soldiers.
"Actually I find it all fascinating," Stiles admitted honestly, wide grin in place as he smiled up at his father.
"Yes, that's what worries me," the Governor remarked frankly, moving away to preside over the maps in his cabin. Stiles stayed out on deck, unable to define the lure he felt to the ocean and its call.
The strange feeling did not cease until the raggedy boy was brought aboard, his father placing the boy in his care as the crew hurried off to investigate the burning merchant vessle. He tended to the boy in silence, a rare feet for Stiles who preferred to ramble on rather than sit in silence as he was doing.
Running a gentle hand down the boys face to check for temperature he startled as his wrist was grabbed in an iron grip, the boy waking with a gasp that shifted his uneven jaw. His eyes were a dark brown, hair a few shades darker and his skin lightly tanned.
"It's okay, you're safe now," Stiles comforted, brushing his fingers through the boys hair in an attempt to calm him down the same way his mother used to for him. "What's your name?" he asked as the boy's breathing slowly calmed and the hold on his wrist loosened.
"Scott, Scott McCall," the boy gasped.
"I'm Stiles, Stiles Stilinski. I'm watching over you Scott," he whispered.
The boy slowly slipped back into an unconcious state, the movement of his head revealing a gleam from beneath his shirt. Stiles reached curiously for the chain, turning it over in his hand and staring shocked at the golden skull insignia. "You're a pirate," he gasped quietly, unable to believe that the innocent looking boy in front of his was in fact a pirate.
"Has he said anything?" the voice of the Lieutenant shook Stiles from his thought and he turned, hurriedly hiding the medallion behind his back as a nervous blush stole across his cheekbones.
"His name's Scott McCall. That's all I've found out," Stiles replied, making a split second decision to hide the boys identity. He stood at the side of the deck, leaning against the railing as he turned the medallion about in his hand. A reflection in the gold caught his attention and he looked up just in time to see a wreck of a pirate ship disappearing into the fog, the wood creaking as it vanished from sight.
He thought hard to himself as he followed the soldiers carrying Scott downstairs, trying to figure out why he had lied for a boy he just met. The conversation earlier about the Lieutenant's plans to hang all pirates came to mind and he settled on the fact he didn't want to see the boy in front of him dead. Though what was to happen to the boy when they reached land was beyond him. However his father said he was in charge of the boys wellbeing so he would see to it that the boy would have a good placement no matter what he had to do to make it happen.