Marth and Roy on the High Seas
Authors: Xan and Vallen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters of Super Smash Brothers Melee do not belong to us. We just use them for our pleasure. However, the character Trave is purely original, and does belong to us. That is all!
Warnings: Um… Not many. No yaoi!! *sniffle* Mild violence, semi-slavery stuff (^_^), pirates… Tee-hee.
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Notes:
Vallen: *cough* This was purely spontaneous and was spawned from the fact that we love pirates and Marth and Roy. ^_~ *looks at Xan strangely* Eh? Oh, and they're quite a bit younger in this, but we describe them with their ages and whatnot so you won't get confused!
Xan: *waves a cutlass around* Arrrr mateys! Join us for this crrrrazy high seas adventure! Love it or walk the plank! Arrr…
"Marth! Roy! Get up, you worthless sacks of shark fodder!" The two sleeping boys were rudely awakened by the second mate, Ganondorf.
Marth scrambled out from his and Roy's 'nest' in the hold, looking warily up at the red-haired mate.
"You've got the entire deck to scrub this morning, boys. Have fun." The tall, bulky man with leering eyes and an omnipresent sneer upon his lips stalked off, after tossing two mops, buckets and other materials at them.
Once Ganondorf was out of sight, Roy crawled out, pulling on a ragged red shirt. On the bottom, he wore a pair of tan pants ripped off at the knee. A white headband (it looked like something ripped off a sail) was the only thing that adorned his head, keeping back some of his messy auburn hair.
"I guess we should start now so we have a chance at getting breakfast," the twelve year-old boy said, grabbing a mop. Marth, a few years older than his companion at fifteen nodded, pulling his own blue rag of a shirt over his tattered and ripped breeches.
"Yes. Maybe if we hurry, Bowser'll save some for us! Let's go." He grabbed some of the equipment and went upstairs.
"You want me to sneak into the kitchen and grab something while you get the water and mix the soap in?" Roy offered as the headed on deck.
"Yeah! Bowser likes you better anyways." Marth said, taking Roy's stuff from him.
The smaller boy disappeared back into the depths of the ship. This vessel belonged to one of the most feared pirates who ever sailed the seas. The exterior was mostly dark redwood with black paint, which Marth and Roy usually repainted regularly. It was large, with plenty room for a nice-sized crew, weapons and storage. The sails had recently been dyed red, so it gave off quite an appearance, as if they were soaked with blood.
It was not yet day, so the sun was just rising up into the sky, casting rays upon the calm water.
"Here," Roy whispered to Marth, handing him a loaf of break. "Hide it and don't let him see."
Marth nodded and tucked the loaf into his sash. Any extra rations had to be hidden diligently from the master of the ship, Captain Trave.
The two boys felt eyes upon them and glanced around to find the first mate, Sheik looking at them. The tall, blond man spoke rarely and did not do so now, save for a single command.
"Swab the decks and finish quickly. Captain Trave wishes to see the both of you."
"Yes sir." They both answered, meeting Sheik's eyes for a fleeting moment before going away.
The two boys poured out the soapy water onto the vast decks of the ship and began to scrub it vigorously with their mops.
"I don't even know what to know what the Captain wants us for this time," Roy said under his breath.
"He either wishes to beat us or make us do some menial, stupid chore of his…" Marth growled. "Filthy bastard…"
"Keep talking like that and you'll be just like him when you're older…" The younger boy whispered back. "But that's not to say that I don't hate him too."
Sweat dripped down Roy's face as he worked a particular spot over and over again. It was a large blood stain. Why couldn't the Captain just send them over the plank like all the other pirates?"
The two of them worked long and hard before the decks were completely clean. It was backbreaking work, especially for two boys as young as they, but they did not have any choice. After putting the equipment away, they went to the Captain's cabin and knocked on the door.
Trave was a tall man of refined appearance with an elegant, handsome face, long wavy black hair that was usually pulled back into a loose ponytail and piercing eyes. His lip curled when he caught sight of Marth and Roy.
"Ah, you're late."
"Forgive us, Captain. Ganondorf woke us late." Marth lied in order to protect his and Roy's skins.
"I wanted to inform you two that I'll have all sorts of odd jobs for you to do until we reach the islands I seek," Trave continued, opening the door wider to reveal his dark chambers.
"Captain, what islands?" Marth asked curiously, only to be cuffed sharply by the pirate.
"Silence. When I, out of the goodness of my heart, decided to take the two of you in when I found you living like wild dogs in your destroyed village, I did not desire to have two cabin boys who questioned everything I say." The Captain ordered.
"We already do everything you say, Captain. What more do you want?" Roy finally spoke up, his blue eyes large and questioning. "We do all this and what do we get? A place to sleep, endless chores and maybe two meals a day. Surely, in all your treasure, you could find something to pay us with?"
A look of anger crossed Trave's face once again.
"Ingrates, both of you!" He yelled, backhanding the two boys harshly. "You should be paying me for all the kindness that I've shown you! For your impertinence, no meals for the remainder of the week and I'm halving your water ration as well. Now get to your duties or I'll have you keelhauled."
The auburn-haired boy glared at the Captain before grabbing the sleeve of Marth's shirt and pulling him out of there.
"I can't stand it…" He growled, leaning over the edge of the ship. Both of their cheeks were reddened slightly from Trave.
Now that it was later in the morning, there were more hands on deck, manning the different positions that it took to keep the large ship running smoothly. Even the reclusive Sheik was out and about, but was by the helm this time.
"That's it," Marth muttered, glaring down at the waves. "Roy, we've gotta get out of here."
"But how? Trave's got the whole ship under his thumb…"
"Then let's get rid of the ship."
Roy coughed and ducked his head as a spray of salt water rose up with a hiss.
"You have no idea how ridiculous that sounds."
"Oh shut up. Stop looking at me like I've been drinking sea water. But we have to get off of this damn ship. He's going to kill us soon if we don't." Marth scowled. His ears perked as he heard Sheik saying something to Fox, the helmsman.
"We're approaching Delfino Island, so be wary. There are submerged reefs surrounding the island and are treacherous to ships like these. Many have run aground and been shipwrecked, so you'd better not mess up."
The blue-haired teen's eyes widened.
"Roy," he whispered. "That's it!"
"Tell me!" Roy responded, his voice as soft as Marth's. "It has something to do with the island, right? I'm sure Trave's just looking for some treasure he doesn't have in his collection yet."
"We'll run the ship onto the reefs and escape! We could get Fox drunk or something… He sure likes to get into the rum enough."
"And while the ship's going down, we somehow swim through the sea and manage not to let the undertow take us and reach the island? It's worth a shot, but… Can we survive being shipwrecked on the island?"
"It can't be any worse than being here. And on a deserted island, nobody can beat us. I'd call that a plus. We're gonna die if we stay on this ship and frankly, I'd rather die free on an island than stuck here on a stinkin' pirate ship." Marth said firmly.
The younger boy smiled a bit, glancing back at the large ship and the leering pirates working the sails. This had never been the life that they had wanted.
To be continued…
Vallen: … In the next episode of Marth and Roy on the High Seas!! Wha-ha! Ahem. There'll be a few more chapters, but this isn't nearly as long as F.no.K. Hope you liked it! If it wasn't pleasing enough for you, wait around for the next chapter… *cackles evilly* Oh, and did anyone catch the Super Mario Sunshine ref? We just borrowed the name…
Xan: *still having way too much fun with her cutlass* Ar! Seriously, we hope you like this ficlett of ours. Just think of it as "Xan & Vallen Lite" 'cause even we gotta take a break from all the angst and torture of FNOK every once in a while! This is a fun happy fic! …er, for the most part. ^_^ AR!