Stiles awoke with a sore head. Yep, definitely a good night. They were on Tortuga having fun and Scott - his first mate, had challenged him to a drinking game. Why oh why did he drink with a werewolf? All his rum is gone now and his heart is sad. He needed to do something Pirate-y. It was the best hangover cure he knew.
"I'm bored."
Scott turned to him with a worried look and started to shake his head. "No." He looked scared at even the notion. "The last time you said that Braedon had to help you out."
Stiles shrugged, why did he pick a first mate who was so preachy? Yes they'd been in a jam at the end. It helped being a friend of the goddess of the seas. The mortals were to call her Braedon in this age as she'd grown bored of Calypso. Stiles figured as she was a Goddess she could do what she liked and he'd call her whatever she asked.
Stiles was oh so bored. He was in the mood for a challenge. He knew exactly what his aim for the week would be. It was about time he finally managed to break the curse on the rest of the crew.
Braedon liked Stiles because he was never stupid or disrespectful. He had the potential to become a god if he came into six more tails - she was already a goddess. She tilted her head, blatant in her curiosity. "You have something for me?"
Stiles grinned and held it up to her hands, this was an old family heirloom. He didn't mind. It was one trinket in return for his crew's happiness and health. It was an easy trade in the end.
She took the blade from him. It was pretty and ornate as it was deadly. The sword was forged in Japan five hundred years earlier. The bone handle of the sword was hand-carved ivory depicting a warrior scene.
"You like?"
She looked up grinning, "It is stunning but this is a piece of your ancestry."
He shrugged it off. He liked her all the more for reminding him. "I can steal more wealth but I need valuable information and I am not rude."
She cocked her head to the side once again, trying to figure out what it might be. "You have your magic now so I know you are not in trouble."
Stiles shook his head, for he was not in trouble. He had spent a formative two years travelling with Braedon and learning his own gifts when he was 16. It stood him in good stead with all his outrageous Pirate behaviour.
"I'm not in trouble Brae',"
She had perfected her bitch please look long before he was even born so he started laughing. Damn he didn't know how she could be so judgemental with such tiny eyebrows. "So what is it?"
"I need to reverse the curse on my crew Brae ... if you have any information I can use to help ... I would be grateful."
She shook her head in amusement. He was one of the honest to god, good pirates out there. She could admit that she had a soft for him because of it. "I prefer when you come to me with questions about how you can use the sea in your illusions to hide ships."
He smiled as that trick had been epic. He had perhaps annoyed her naval's majesty one too many times. It was not hard to figure out when they had sent Commodore Chris Argent after him. He was a damn good ship captain and had hunted him down with ruthless efficiency. Stiles had a vivid fun memory of the expression on Argent's face through his magnifier. Imagine how he might react if a massive galleon with black sails had disappeared right in front of him.
"That was good." He said, smug grin deserved Stiles figured.
She snorts. "They can't stop the transformations ... Once a change like that occurs it cannot be undone."
Stiles nodded as he had suspected that was the case. He knew Scott might not like it but his friend would have to learn to suck up his disappointment. "I guessed that but what I want is to give them their minds back and control when they transform."
It was a noble goal. One you would never expect from a creature who fed on chaos to survive but there it was. Braedon had known many of the Kitsunes from the line of Segukuchi. "You need this."
She had given in to the inevitability of it all. She knew Stiles too well. If she did not help him he would go about a plan all on his lonesome anyway. It was how he worked. She sketched the talismen. "Spill the blood of the inflicted werewolves over this talisman. Once placed with the stolen treasure, control they will have once again over transformations."
Stiles hoped so as it was something he hated. He would protect his crew every full moon if necessary. He never liked having to restrain his crew in manacles in the brig so that they didn't hurt themselves. Still Stiles did not have another solution. He was smart enough to know that no matter how many tricks he played, he had no solution. This was beyond his current level of magicks and would be for centuries even so he sort help.
Stiles watched as the crew listened to what he was saying. He could have sworn he's given simple instructions to follow. The treasure he'd asked for them to steal would help him break their curse. He hadn't told them of the plan until he had more elements. All he had right now was a growing headache. He'd chosen to oversee the chaos from his ship so he could help should they run into trouble. He could feed on the chaos and use it to create illusions that will see them all safe.
"Is this the treasure you need?" Erica asked him. She could see the raiding party was coming back to the ship.
Stiles smiled at one of his closest friends. "I hope so."
He was doing this for them all. When he had found them they had been feral and wild, running on his island escape. It seemed their previous Captain had decided to ignore the warnings on the treasure.
As a result, Deucalion and his entire crew got cursed with the worst type of lycanthropy. Not one of his crew got spared. As a result - whenever there was a full moon they would lose all control of their mind and bodies becoming a wolf. Some of the crew had responded to the harsh methods of working under this new type of Captain. The crew who now ran with him had too much of their humanity left. They did not subscribe to the new raping / pillaging programme so complained.
Deucalion had listened to what they had to say and then dumped them on Stiles getaway island. He had not been happy to find his rum stock gone. In fact, he had pouted and made them scrub Roscoe from top to bottom to say sorry. He was not the type to run them through with his Katana.
His now second didn't understand. At the time he'd asked,
"Why didn't you kill us?"
Stiles snorted. They had been feral killer wolves not five minutes ago and now they looked like little puppies. "You would have made my blade dirty. This way I get revenge and a clean ship."
"It can't be that simple."
Stiles tilted his head to the side, "Sure it can. I have a ship. I need a crew and your captain tossed you aside. Sounds like fate to me."
Stiles loved it when a plan came together.
Of course, over there five years together the crews confidence had grown. They lost the kicked puppy look and he adored every single member of his crew, even Whittemore. The 'ladies' of the crew scared him and cared for him in equal measure. No one would dare tell Lydia Martin or Erica Reyes that pirating was a male only vocation. He figured the stupid person would escape with their lives if his friends were in a good mood.
The plan was foolproof ... or at least it should have been.
Stiles looked at the guy who fallen onto his ship. He was hot in that aristocratic way but lust soon fell to horror. After all, he kind of wanted to keel haul who had ever being stupid enough to kidnap the governor's brother.
"What is it Captain?"
Stiles sighed in frustration. He had the huge urge to punch something but there was no way he was going to hurt his beloved Black Roscoe.
He pinched his nose as he asked, "Pray tell me who has a death wish?"
"I don't follow Stiles," Scott answered, looking confused with his adorable puppy look.
Stiles knew he was being rude but pointed at the man lying on the deck of his ship, "That is Lord Peter Hale. I told you to steal the Hale Artefact not a Hale!"
The guy in question sat up and Stiles had to shake his enchantment. The Lord was sexy that was for sure. He had the reputation of a pirate but still kept the name of a so-called gentleman. In fact, Stiles might be a little bit jealous.
Hale spoke, "So you are the great Captain Stilinski."
Stiles started to laugh, he liked the way the Lord said his name. It made him all shivery, "You have heard of me." He asked, fluttering his lashes, falling onto his mother's tricks. She was a stunning fox who had the world fall at her feet. She could have had anyone she wanted but she fell for a Naval captain, John Stilinski. His mother was a vixen and thunder kitsune. She had figured out early on Stiles was a Nogitsune with his predilection for chaos. Stiles was curious just what Lord Hale had to say.
"I know that Commodore Argent can't say your name without cursing." Peter said it with so much amusement that he was not mad.
Stiles could admit he was flattered, "I did not think that I would rate as anything more than an annoyance."
Peter was looking at him like he was rum. He was feeling more than a few tingles himself. The man explained, "Something about hiding your ship from him in open water."
Stiles smirked unwilling to reveal his secrets. His magic and tails did come in handy when he needed to get him and his crew out of a tight spot. He was young to have three tails. He had been precocious from his birth. He had been born with two tails which was unheard of but after his mother's death he grew another one. He was just under 21 years old and had more tails than many of his peers who had 300 years of age behind them.
"Well as cute as you are ... You won't get my secrets from me," Stiles had to say.
"You think I'm cute?" Peter said with delight. This situation was singing in his favour. He liked the look of the pirate captain.
Stiles snorted, "Nuns think you're handsome from what I have read."
The crew had frozen in shock. Their captain never took to new people the way he had taken to Peter Hale. There must be something more about the man than his ability to throw a party.
"Well what are you planning?"
Stiles shrugged and ignoring the looks of shock he explained. "There is some cursed treasure out there. Most of my crew came to me cursed thanks to running with Deucalion. I am aiming to help them."
Peter was more intrigued than flirtatious right now. He had heard Deucalion was after the treasure of Beacon Island. The dread captain had gained the map through nefarious means. The Alpha had been so sure he had the right things in place. Peter remembered Deucalion had come to Talia for help in retrieving the treasure.
"Just how does a human come to have a crew of feral wolves working for him?" Peter asked in curiosity. He was not able to get off the ship as despite his strong nature they were well out to sea right now. He would not be able to swim that far.
Peter watched the captain's face change. Stiles' eyes seemed to sink into his face and shadows surround them. His eyes looked amber beta bright too which isn't attractive.
"Who said anything about being human?" The Captain asked with bemusement.
"What are you then?" Peter challenged.
Stiles grinned, "Well that is a mighty personal question Lord Hale." Showing he was still an asshole, "We have not even had dinner yet."
His flirting got cut short much to Stiles' annoyance. The canon shooting across his bow was more important than Lord Blue Eyes. He started bellowing orders. "Danny get him below deck!"
Not a moment later a second command followed. "Lydia make them regret shooting at my Roscoe!"
The pretty strawberry blondes evil smirk was the last thing Peter saw before he went below deck. He heard cheering so he was guessing that his quick rescue would not be achievable. Good. He didn't want to go away from the cute captain and his interesting crew.
This was way more fun than winding his sister up. He hated staying in the stuffy port where everyone looked down their nose at him for wanting to have fun. He was a werewolf Lord but he couldn't help but feel a kindred spirit with the crew but especially the captain. Yeah he had plans for the pretty captain - at this point, he was not too fussy on who ravaged whom.