Captain Maruko Reiji, or Marco as he forced his crew to call him, had been a captain since his early teens. Over the years, the ship he crewed, The Raptor, grew a well deserved name for the most bipolar and scariest crew for which that it held. Marco, himself wasn't as cruel as his ships name or some of the crew members aboard it but he wasn't a pushover either. His brown hair with the one pure white streak in the front was recognition in any port or sea he traveled. His ice blue eyes calculating all the advantages and disadvantages his men or the enemy had. He was the pure strategist of the seas and for that his crew respected him when he needed time. His first man, Hiruma Youichi, was the demon of the ship. His pointed ears, shark like teeth and spiked blonde hair were the rumors and gossip blogs of all the women in the ports they docked at when in need for gunpowder or when they needed ship repairs from the many cannon fights their poor ship got into. Many of the newer crew members Marco and Hiruma had picked up were still weary of the demon-like man.
Marco was still weary of the ships condition from the last cannon fight they had gotten into. The Chameleon wasn't as strong a ship as The Raptor but they were still able to do quite a bit of damage. Earlier on in the day, Marco had ordered his men to head towards the closest port in their vicinity of the northeast Atlantic. Penzance was a fairly large port in the lower part of England. They had docked there many times before so they were prepared for the large amount of navy ships and guards they would have to work around and through.
"Captain, we should try and get there as fast as we can, there seems to be a storm brewing up in the south." A crewmember stated as he walked up the railing to the wheel of the ship. Hiruma scoffed and looked behind them to, low and behold; the skies were starting to darken from the strength of the storm. Marco groaned and nodded to the crewmember whose name he still couldn't pronounce.
"Get all the sails down and if need be, throw some heavy objects that we DON'T need over the side. Last time I said that, we threw a damn cannon over the edge." He grumbled as he walked towards the stern of the ship to take a better look at the storm. "Hiruma, keep a straight heading towards Penzance. The faster we get there and dock, the better a chance we have. This storm does look nasty, I'd say." Combined with the wounds the Raptor was sporting and the intensity the storm was holding even a few miles away was concerning to Marco.
Along with watching the rest of the sails come down, Marco kept a weary eye on some of the newer crewmembers. He still didn't know if he could trust some of them, and if need be he would need to keep a plan forming in his head should they try to mutiny him and the older crewmembers. One of them was looking back at him when his eyes scanned over the small group; green eyes watching just as intently as the ice blue eyes of the captain. Marco scoffed and looked away, not a show of submission of the crewmember, as he might think, however but a challenge to do something while he wasn't looking. If he knew any better, Marco would surely expect something from this individual but all that happened was a grunt and the finishing of completely lowering all the sails.
As the speed of the ship increased from the strength of the wind, Marco walked down to his cabin which was located right below the steering wheel of the ship. His eyes scanning over his courters before he went to his desk. Maps scattered around the wooden desk along with feathers and ink carts. He sat there for some time, losing track of it as he studied a certain map of the Mediterranean Sea. He heard the door to his cabin open and he looked behind him to find Hiruma walking towards him.
"We're about ready to dock; the crew is already dressed and ready to port accordingly." Marco looked at a small pocket watch he carried around and sighed. He really had lost track of time. Four hours had passed since he had sat down at his desk. He got up and quickly worked a mercenary coat over his shoulders and arms. He buttoned it up to hide his raptor talon that hung around his neck.
"I want you to keep a close eye on the newer crew members, some of them are giving me a bad feeling and I fear something bad will happen because of them." Hiruma nodded slowly and grabbed another mercenary coat Marco kept incase the other was ruined and put it on.
"Got it." They both felt as the ship slowly stopped and then they heard shouting. They looked at one another as they heard footfalls run across the deck and arguing from their men.
"Please tell me, you remembered to get the flag down…" Marco glared at Hiruma who only laughed nervously. "This is just a great way to start off the day, I'd say." Marco sighed as he walked out of his cabin, Hiruma right behind him. Navy guards surround the ship and the crew. Marco put his hands up quickly as he was surrounded by other guards.
"Pirates!" A guard yelled at Marco. The Captain shook his head and looked at the admiral who had just boarded their ship.
"Not pirates sir, we simply keep that flag up to make sure pirates don't attack us. We merely forgot to take it down. We were too busy trying to outrun the storm that is heading this way. I have papers which I can give to you saying we are but a mercenary ship and we were transporting goods between ports." Marco said fluently. The admiral narrowed his eyes and nodded his head.
"What port are you heading to, surely not this one. And I am interested in seeing those "papars" you surely say you HAVE." Marco nodded and slowly, as to not spark any trigger happy guards to shoot him, turned to go back into his courters. The admiral and five other guards followed quickly behind. Luckily for him, Marco made sure to keep his cabin neat and tidy for the most part, and make it look not like a pirate ship that it was apart of but to keep it looking like a navy mercenary ship's inside.
He retrieved the papers and handed them to the admiral. Said officer quickly scanned over them and seemed to like what he saw for he handed them back and sighed softly.
"We can never be too careful; I'm sorry Mr. Court for the trouble. Hope you have a pleasant stay here at Penzance." Marco nodded in thank you as the admiral and guards left. He made his way after them onto the deck and watched as the rest of the guards, who were holding his crewmembers and Hiruma hostage, left. Hiruma walked over to the young captain and patted him on the back.
"You know… you're far too smart to be a pirate, I think you should be a navy officer." Marco scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, how about after you become an opera singer," Hiruma opened his mouth to start singing but Marco was able to clamp a hand over the demon-man's mouth before he could. "I take that back, become a dead person." Hiruma glared softly at Marco and groaned before falling to the floor and closing his eyes. Marco looked down at Hiruma and noticed that when he wanted to, he could really look dead. Marco stepped over Hiruma's body and walking off the ship. He heard his first mate get up and dust himself off before following closely behind him. He called to a crewmember he trusted, a younger fellow with dark hair and equally as dark eyes.
"Make sure to get the repairs done rather quickly, however make sure they are well done. I'm trusting you to this so don't fuck it up." The fellow nodded quickly and spread the order to the rest of the crew.
Marco and Hiruma slowly made their way around the rather large port. Killing time was their main objective while they waited for not only their ship to be repaired but also for the storm to land and pass so they could be on their way.
As the storm finally hit, the two men lounged inside a rather large pub, many navy soldiers and mercenaries sat there talking, singing, laughing and just having a good time. Small talk was made between the two pirates along with between them and soldiers, mercenaries, and some women, however they were mainly there for Hiruma.
A few hours had passed before the storm finally subsided. Marco was woken by Hiruma shaking his shoulder. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and that was when he noticed his first mate's grim face, and when he heard the screams and evil laughs. Another pirate ship was there and they weren't hiding as mercenaries.
"They must have followed the storm!" One of the women who was hiding behind the bar shouted. Marco and Hiruma quickly drew their swords and darted outside. Sure enough, chaos ensued. Women were screaming as they ran from fires and grim looking pirates. Marco kept a hold of Hiruma's jacket sleeve.
'Let's try and get to the ship." Marco growled lowly, he felt the blonde nod his head and they were off. Running, hiding and slowly making their way around and through groups of pirates who were too busy terrorizing villagers. They slipped into a dark alley way to hide from a group of pirates heading their way.
"There is only one ship that follows storms." Hiruma said quietly under his breath and Marco dreaded the idea.
The ship was manned by a man whose strength rivaled everyone's. He was the strongest, the cruelest and craziest. Gaou Rikiya, captain of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. His hair a long dark mane running down his back, over rippling cords of pure muscle. His eyes were known to glow a yellow color when he found a fight he deemed worthy. He was also known to roar like a T-Rex, a sound that carried on the wind and a sound Marco had heard a select few times. He never wanted to be face to face against the brute in fear he wouldn't last to see the next sunrise or sunset.
Marco shook his head to get rid of the idea of actually meeting the large and scary man, he needed to focus on getting Hiruma and himself to the ship before one of the new group of pirates decided to torch it.
He gripped Hiruma's sleeve and pulled him along when the group of pirates passed them. They weaved in and out of people and pirates. When The Raptor finally came into view, and when Marco saw that it was intact and his crew was fending off any offending pirates, he sighed in relief. However, that relief was quickly washed away when he saw a large figure out of the corner of his eye. The roar that followed the quick glance only concluded his assumptions of who he had just seen. Marco cursed under his breath and pushed Hiruma in front of him.
"Don't stop running!" He yelled at his first mate when the blonde hesitated. Both their paces increased when they heard another roar, this time closer.
Marco screamed at his crew to get on board the ship and pull the anchor up. As they got closer Marco could feel eyes on the back of his head, eyes of the man he was running from. Marco didn't dare look back as he quickly ran aboard his ship and pulled the landing plank away. Some of the offending pirates tried to jump onto his ship but the wind had already pushed the ship to a far enough distance. Marco bent over to catch his breath, while Hiruma fall to the ground.
"We're never docking anywhere every again…" The first mate growled between heavy pants. Marco let out a nervous like laugh before he straightened and looked behind him to the chaos. He immediately froze when he saw Gaou staring directly back at him with his gold eyes. His eyes widened when he saw the giant man's tongue run over his lips, his mouth moving into a smirk. Marco could just feel the words on the wind as Gaou ran his tongue across his lips a second time. You're mine, I will find you. Marco felt a tremor shake his body as he continued to stare right back at the beast of a man.
"Marco, Marco! …Captain!" Marco's head twisted towards Hiruma and quickly noticed the look of concern on the demon's face. "He's marking you, you know that right?" Hiruma said quietly as he rested a hand on Marco's shoulder. The owner of the shoulder jumped at the touch and groaned.
"I'm doomed, I'd say." Marco could still feel the eyes on his back as he made his way to his cabin. Doomed seemed to be an understatement. Royally fucked seemed better at that moment.
First Chapter done! We seriously need more of Gaou/Marco. There's only two M rated stories! There must be more! So here's another one. Please R&R, would like to know what you guys think. Sorry if there are any misspellings or whatevs...