"Land ho!" Called the Albino Pirate, waving his hands at the shore of Blood Island. The crew was rundown and dead-tired after their latest adventure with scientists, so they decided on sitting down in a tavern for a cold drink. Eventhough, most of the crew wouldn't be drinking alchohol.
The Lovely Emma crashed across the docks, bumping into the other vessels dangerously. The Pirate Captain dropped the walking board onto the dock, making sure to be the first to practically fall to the peer. THe crew descended off of the caravel, their mouth physically watering. Once the pirate with the scarf stood abreast to him, the Pirate Captain led the crew into The Barnacle's Face.
When the captain's left boot tapped against the wooden boards of the pub, the folks' roars and guffaws fell to a hush. Their eyes, some covered with eye-patches, latched onto him as if he was the one and only Davy Jones.
After eyes started to fall, a certain male seperated from the crowd, his black beard, that reached close to his eyeballs, and a smirk that was only found on one pirate in all of the seven seas. The eyes of the man dangerously hooked onto the Pirate Captain's. Once he reached the circus family, his muscular digits gripped onto the captain's shoulders. He shook him viscously, his voice in a gruff, but ear-piercing growl.
"You were pardoned." he grunts, his lips curving into a devilish smirk. The Pirate Captain smiled sheepishly, prying the mety claws off of his collarbone.
"I was, you might say, unpardoned." The captain cast a prideful grin to the other male.
"That is illegal and impossible. What makes you think we'll suddenly accept you again?" The broader man wrinkled his eyebrows suspiciusly.
"But pirating is suddenly legal? Get yourself together, man!" The slightly elderly buccaneer acted surprised.
The entire residence of the pub roared with laughter, the floor practically vibrating under the steel-toed boots. The Pirate Captain handed Black Bellamy a false-sympathetic smile, pushing through he piping plunderer, his crew following.
The Pirate Captain manouvered through the crowd, wearing his grin with pride. At the bar sat two beatiful women, one blonde, one brunette, their sides suprisingly not flooding with men. Their bonets were held higher than their noses, writing utencils in front of them instead of alcohol. The Pirate Captain slid in a spot beside them, planning to change that.
The Pirate Captain threw a flirtacous wink to the blonde one, her body perking up at the attention. "So, Captain, tell me," she smiled boldly at him, "how did you get you pirate utencils back?"
The Pirate Captain hoisted his chest in the air victoriously. "My beloved first mate led the crew to steal it back, of course!"
"Oh, your first mate? Where might he be now?" The brunette female questioned, batting her eyelashes.
"He's most likely setting the table with our crew. He watches over them when I'm not around. Sort of like a.." The captain thought carefully, his fingers scratching at his luxurious beard. "like a mother." He let his eyes travel to the said table, which stood sturdy across the room.
"Does that mean you're like the father?" The blonde chipped in, her smile still sweet and innocent.
"Well, I suppose you could say that." He answered, turning his eyes back to the girls, just in time to see them exchange naughty grins.
"Does that mean you and your first mate are..together?" The blonde inquired, her eyes sparkling devilishly.
"Well, it matters what you're implying." His oak brown eyes gluing to them obliviously. "We are the best of buds, yes. Close as two sailours can get."
"Well, I suppose that means you have kissed him?" The sunshine-haired inched closer, the blond following suit.
"Or perhaps he has kissed you?" The brunette lady added, resting her head in her petite hands.
Despite the outrageous question, The Pirate Captain kept calm. "Well, there was this one time when we tried to renact The Booty and The Beast, and I shant forget our lips locking when we tried filming Menderella..." He shook his head. "And there have been plenty of nights where we have drank until we can't see, and only the ocean itself knows what happened on those nights..." He trailed off, his chocolate eyes focusing on the floor.
The girls squeeled, the blonde swiftly grabbing paper from their spots in front of them, the brunette snatching a pen and handing it to the blonde girl. The blonde scribbled something down and smirked deviously. "Thank you for giving us a chance when no others did, Cap'n, but Felicia and I have to work on writing something now." The chocolate-haired female squeaked.
"You don't want me to but you lass a drink?" His eyebrows raised higher than the tan ceiling.
They shook their head frivously. "Thank you kind sir, but we better not drink whilst on the job." The blonde woman, supposedly named 'Felicia,' giggled, snatching the other lady's arm in hers as they faced away from the captain.
"Good day, kind sir!" The brunette piped, being dragged by Felicia.
"Well, nice day to you two as well." He huffed out, a bit disappointed with the lack of phone numbers on his body. He faced back towards the counter, waving a bartender over. The man polished a mug with a muggy rag.
"Well, if it isn't The Pirate Captain! What fancies you today?" The chubbier man questioned, leanign over the counter.
The Pirate Captain shook his head gently, his curly beard flowing majestically. "I need as much grog as a tray can carry, and," his eyes traveled to his table, to The Albino Pirate, particularly. "and a few mugs of milk."
"Milk? Captain, this is a tavern, not a grocery store." The bartender chuckled a bit, wiping the mug feverishly with the dusty rag.
"It's for the younger buccaneer. I don't allow underage drinking." The Pirate Captain spoke in a hushed tone, a bit sheepish.
"But you steer a ship intoxicated?" The man raised an eyebrow, approaching the barrels stacked on the wall.
"Well, I can hold my liquor." The Pirate Captain stated defensively. "And plus, if I can't steer the ship, I've always got my loyal first mate to back me up!" A tiny smile stretched across his face.
"And he can hold his alcohol?" The bartender poked a barrel with a knife and sweet rum poured out. He caught what he could in a dozen mugs, swiftly shifting between them.
"Most of the time. And if he loses it," he glanced to the table, locking eyes with the first mate. "than the youngest one can do it. He'll be the only one not tripping over his own feet." He looked back at the bartender.
"And that's any less dangerous?" The bartender raised an eyebrow as he plucked a cork into the barrel.
"Oh...well I guess it is." The arrogant plunderer sighed in defeat. "I guess if we really have to, we can stay in an inn for the night."
"Eh, you're a pirate!" He poured some beer from glass bottles into the mugs. "Don't be afraid to cause a lil hell!"
The captain chuckled a bit. "But, truly, you're right. Maybe we should take a load off on land tonight. It'd calm their nerves a bit."
"Well, if you do stay, drop by in the morn' and I'll load ya up with a few barrels. It's on the house." The bartender snorted, snatching one more mug and pouring milk into it. He set the mugs on a tray and slid it towards the captain.
"If we stay, I'll make sure I do. Can't promise anything, though." He chuckled a bit, gripping the sides of the circular tray. "I'm a pirate, after all."
"That's understood! Have a g'night with your crew, Cap'n." The bartender laughed, continuing to scrub his mug now.
The Pirate Captain simply nodded and began to trot to his table.
"Leave a tip of your doubloons this time!" The bartender called out, though The Pirate Captain just laughed in response.
The Pirate Captain made his way to the beloved crew, who all seemed to be laughing. He plunged the tray onto the table and served each member a pint, and when he placed one in front of his members, he would say "one for you" carelessly. But when he set one in front of his first mate, their eyes latched onto one anothers'. "And one for you." He sounded each syllable out, trying to make each blink last a century. He smiled warmly at the other. "Enjoy."
Even when he took his seat, THe Pirate Captain couldn't remove his eyes from his precious first mate. His smile grew more and more joyous. He finally forced his eyes into his drink. /Why was that so hard?/ /Why did his chest hurt, not like a cutlass was shoved through his chest, but like he wanted, needed something more? It didn't make any sense!/
/Oh well./
He needed to get his mind off of this. /Now./ And, with some work, he did.
And the crew sang louder than wolves at a full moon. "My hat it has three corners, three corners has my hat. And if it had not three corners, it would not be my hat!" They all sang, sloppily chugging down the sweet liquid, that was now running down their necks. Though the Captain's right-hand man drank from his mug sophisticately, his eyes nervously glancing to his captain.
When The Pirate Captain saw this, his heart froze. Though his first mate forced his eyes into his grog almost instantly, he was obviously trying to hide his scarlet cheeks. The Pirate Captain let his gaze linger on the other male for a moment before gulping and forcing himself to gaze into the cream-colored liquid as well. That was when somethign smacked the side of his face.
His eyes shot up, his hands flying to the side of his face. "Ow!" The Captain cursed under his breath, glancing around for the attacker, only finding a paperplane sinking into his mug. He pulled the sogyg paper out, his eyes bouncing over his crew. "Who threw this? I'll make you walk the plank if you don't confess right now!" He shouted, unfolding the plane with a grumble. His eyes lit up once he scanned over the words on it, though.
"What is it, Captain?" His right-hand man cautiously inquired, his hands propping his head up on the table.
"It seems we're all lucky lads!" He cheered, all eyes at the table scattering to him.
"And why is that?" The pirate with a gout questioned, and The Pirate Captain continued with pride.
"It seems we're invited to a dance! Doesn't that sound great?" He roared joyously.
"A dance? For pirates?" The Suprisingly Curvacous Pirate inquired.
"Yes, it appears so!" The Pirate Captain cheered, causing an excited uproar from his crew.
Except for his first mate. He may have been clapping, but his eyes were... upset; He looked like he could have cried at any moment. And then it happened again.
Their eyes clashed and The Pirate Captain could see something brewing in those deep, ocean-blue eyes. They were full of despair, and soemthing esle..soemthing undetectable, unreadable to the captain. But whatever it was, The Pirate Captain fell victim, and was captured, right then.
He held his breath and forced himself to look away and cheer again.
The rest of their stay, they roared with laughter until the tavern rocked and the silver moon watched over the stormy sea.
They exited the bulding, all of them stumbling. Even The Albino Pirate snickered and faked a trip or two. The only one who walked like a normal human being was The Pirate with the Scarf, and he was guiding The Pirate Captain to their vessel. He forced his captain's throbbing head onto his shoulder. He sighed softly, though he could feel the smile on his face.
The Pirate with the Scarf's steps were closer to the ocean. The Pirate Captain mumbled a drunken slur and leane dhis entire weight on his first mate, causing the smaller pirate to fall crashing into the ocean, though the captain caught himself.
Moments later, The Porate Captain came back and pulled him out with a net. Fish dotted the net, flopping in his armpits and in his hat. The Pirate Captain guffawed and dropped the net. He untangled it from the other's body, He took the boy's arm roughly, yanking him to his side. "Now, Number Two, we have to get you out of those," he hiccuped, "clothes." He led the shivering male to the captain's cabin, earning a wolf whistle from the crew.
The Pirate with the Scarf's cheeks turned bright magenta and he yanked his arm away. "I can dress in the bunkers, sir." He stammered, gulping loudly.
"But, Number Two," The captain smirked, "you don't have any dry clothes." The first mate blushed deeper, and trying to avoid the crew's suggestive winks and whistles, he shoved the Captain into the cabin, slamming the door behind him.
The first mate muttered somethign under his breath and The Pirate Captain started to unwrap his scarf, smiling softly.
"Wh-wh-wh-!" The first mate shouted, his cheeks incinerating. He backed up towards the door until his spine was flat. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Well, your scarf is wet. If you don't take it off, you'll be sicker than a pregnant woman." The Pirate Captain muttered, dropping the scarf to the floor.
And then, there was that gaze again. The drunk, but passionaite gaze, glued to his first mate.
"Capt..ain?" THe first mate was burning fiercly, his lips starting to quiver. He led his eyes astray, and the Captain started to slip off the other's hat, and then his coat. The he hesitantly started to unbutton the first mate's shirt.
THe first mate froze. He couldn't back away, he was pinned to the door. He couldn't push the captain away, he wasn't strong enough. He couldn't breath. His heart beat faster than a freight train and his vision started to blur. And then everything went black.