Disclaimer: Don't own em, Mickey does. I do however own the whole Amor del
un Hermano universe.
Authors Notes: Takes place in the Amor del un Hermano universe, this the backstory leading up to it.
He sat enthralled by the glorious tale his brother was telling. He looked up from his spot on the surf, watching as his older brother drew a crowd around him. John had always been amazing at telling wondrous stories, and now that he was an officer with the Royal Navy, he had even more stories to tell. Stories of the high seas, of sea creatures one could only wish to see, stories of the great fierce storms they had to sail through, but the stories that interested him the most were those tales of pirates.
Pirates, the scourge of the ocean sea. He longed to be a pirate, to have all the gold and all the ladies one wanted, and to have everyone bow down in fear of you, in fear of the infamous black flag with the white skull and crossbones emblazoned upon it. At the very least, he knew what he wanted to do. he wanted to follow after his brother, to join the Royal Navy, and get to sail the high seas, battling the evil swashbuckling buccaneers and saving the fair damsels from the clutches of those evil pirates.
He was torn. He always had an innate sense of justice, of duty, he always did as he was told, always obeyed orders. He knew that being a pirate was wrong, but he longed for the rebellion it would bring, he longed for the excitement. But he knew that the British Navy, one of the best navies in the world could offer him the same excitement, the same thrill that being a pirate would, the freedom that his brother so often talked about when he mentioned the seas, without the fear of being hung.
His brother lept from rock to rock on the jagged coast, his sword out as he demonstrated how he took care of an entire fleet of pirates himself. "Murdered the whole plunderous lot myself I did." Whenever John would tell the stories of the pirates he encountered, he would voice them so well. He was such a magnificent storyteller, such a magnificent actor; he was one of the most amazing people that he had ever seen. John Norrington was perhaps the most well loved man in the entire little coastal town just north of London.
John finished the magnificent tale he was telling, and walked up to his little brother, giving the small boy a hand up. "Well there lad, have you ever been on board a ship before? Better yet, have you ever sailed one?" John draped a protective arm around his younger brothers shoulders. "Let old Johnny here show you what it's like to be a sailor."
"Really John?" The little boy could hardly hide his excitement. How many days had he stood on the coast watching the ocean, longing to be out on one of the huge, majestical ships that sailed it, how many times had he longed to be one of the brave sailors, surviving everything from storms with waves fifty feet high to the evil pirates.
"Really James." With that, the older man removed the tricorne hat that he was wearing, the mark of an officer, and placed it squarely upon the boys face, where it promptly fell into his eyes. The older man ran a hand through his thick dark chocolate hair, a rich brown, almost black. It was a tad bit longer than was fashionable, but he never seemed to pay much mind to it. He removed a red handkerchief from the pocket of his much revered blue and gold jacket, and tied it around his head, keeping back his hair. "I stole this from a pirate I did." he told his brother, as he lead him up the gangplank to the ship itself.
"You really get to sail this?" The boy asked in amazement, walking the length of the deck.
"You betcha I do laddie." He led the boy up to the helm, and the beautiful oak wheel that lay there. "This here's the wheel. It's fairly self- explanatory. You turn it right to go right, you turn it left to go left." He hoisted the boy up on his shoulders as he ran down to where the mast protruded up from the center of the boat. "There's the mast, it holds up all the sail we got. C'mon boy, I'll show you something really cool." With that, he proceeded to climb up the rigging, the boy following close behind.
"This is the boom, they call it that because when it hits you, it goes boom." He said laughing. "But up here, up here, you have freedom. Up here, on top of the mast, up in the crows nest, all you can see is the beautiful sea, and the freedom that the lady brings." The older man looked out wistfully at the open ocean before him, and the boy joined him, staring out and seeing what his brother could see, freedom.
"It's beautiful." The boy hissed quietly, and his older brother draped his arm around him, and pulled the boy close.
"That it is laddie boy. That she is." The boy moved slightly atop the boom, and watched as the hat toppled into the sea below. John turned to see it splash. "Hold this." He said to the boy, draping the large heavy coat around the boy's shoulders, and handing the boy his sword. With that, he dove into the ocean cleanly, and came up a minute later hat in his hands.
"Wow." Was all his brother could say, amazed at his brothers fearlessness. He always had admired his brother. He was so fearless, so brave, so unafraid of everything. And his brother had the rebellious streak that he didn't. His brother wasn't afraid to break a few rules in the name of fun.
"That, boy, is the joy of sailing for the Crown. We're looking for a cabin boy y'know." The young boy just stared up at the older man in amazement.
"Really?"
"Really. Now all that we need is for our dear old mum to agree. Just think of it, three sailors in the family, and we're all good ones at that. Just think by the time you're my age you'll probably be better off than I am!" both men laughed at that as they retreated towards the small cottage, laughing and joking.
Authors Notes: Takes place in the Amor del un Hermano universe, this the backstory leading up to it.
He sat enthralled by the glorious tale his brother was telling. He looked up from his spot on the surf, watching as his older brother drew a crowd around him. John had always been amazing at telling wondrous stories, and now that he was an officer with the Royal Navy, he had even more stories to tell. Stories of the high seas, of sea creatures one could only wish to see, stories of the great fierce storms they had to sail through, but the stories that interested him the most were those tales of pirates.
Pirates, the scourge of the ocean sea. He longed to be a pirate, to have all the gold and all the ladies one wanted, and to have everyone bow down in fear of you, in fear of the infamous black flag with the white skull and crossbones emblazoned upon it. At the very least, he knew what he wanted to do. he wanted to follow after his brother, to join the Royal Navy, and get to sail the high seas, battling the evil swashbuckling buccaneers and saving the fair damsels from the clutches of those evil pirates.
He was torn. He always had an innate sense of justice, of duty, he always did as he was told, always obeyed orders. He knew that being a pirate was wrong, but he longed for the rebellion it would bring, he longed for the excitement. But he knew that the British Navy, one of the best navies in the world could offer him the same excitement, the same thrill that being a pirate would, the freedom that his brother so often talked about when he mentioned the seas, without the fear of being hung.
His brother lept from rock to rock on the jagged coast, his sword out as he demonstrated how he took care of an entire fleet of pirates himself. "Murdered the whole plunderous lot myself I did." Whenever John would tell the stories of the pirates he encountered, he would voice them so well. He was such a magnificent storyteller, such a magnificent actor; he was one of the most amazing people that he had ever seen. John Norrington was perhaps the most well loved man in the entire little coastal town just north of London.
John finished the magnificent tale he was telling, and walked up to his little brother, giving the small boy a hand up. "Well there lad, have you ever been on board a ship before? Better yet, have you ever sailed one?" John draped a protective arm around his younger brothers shoulders. "Let old Johnny here show you what it's like to be a sailor."
"Really John?" The little boy could hardly hide his excitement. How many days had he stood on the coast watching the ocean, longing to be out on one of the huge, majestical ships that sailed it, how many times had he longed to be one of the brave sailors, surviving everything from storms with waves fifty feet high to the evil pirates.
"Really James." With that, the older man removed the tricorne hat that he was wearing, the mark of an officer, and placed it squarely upon the boys face, where it promptly fell into his eyes. The older man ran a hand through his thick dark chocolate hair, a rich brown, almost black. It was a tad bit longer than was fashionable, but he never seemed to pay much mind to it. He removed a red handkerchief from the pocket of his much revered blue and gold jacket, and tied it around his head, keeping back his hair. "I stole this from a pirate I did." he told his brother, as he lead him up the gangplank to the ship itself.
"You really get to sail this?" The boy asked in amazement, walking the length of the deck.
"You betcha I do laddie." He led the boy up to the helm, and the beautiful oak wheel that lay there. "This here's the wheel. It's fairly self- explanatory. You turn it right to go right, you turn it left to go left." He hoisted the boy up on his shoulders as he ran down to where the mast protruded up from the center of the boat. "There's the mast, it holds up all the sail we got. C'mon boy, I'll show you something really cool." With that, he proceeded to climb up the rigging, the boy following close behind.
"This is the boom, they call it that because when it hits you, it goes boom." He said laughing. "But up here, up here, you have freedom. Up here, on top of the mast, up in the crows nest, all you can see is the beautiful sea, and the freedom that the lady brings." The older man looked out wistfully at the open ocean before him, and the boy joined him, staring out and seeing what his brother could see, freedom.
"It's beautiful." The boy hissed quietly, and his older brother draped his arm around him, and pulled the boy close.
"That it is laddie boy. That she is." The boy moved slightly atop the boom, and watched as the hat toppled into the sea below. John turned to see it splash. "Hold this." He said to the boy, draping the large heavy coat around the boy's shoulders, and handing the boy his sword. With that, he dove into the ocean cleanly, and came up a minute later hat in his hands.
"Wow." Was all his brother could say, amazed at his brothers fearlessness. He always had admired his brother. He was so fearless, so brave, so unafraid of everything. And his brother had the rebellious streak that he didn't. His brother wasn't afraid to break a few rules in the name of fun.
"That, boy, is the joy of sailing for the Crown. We're looking for a cabin boy y'know." The young boy just stared up at the older man in amazement.
"Really?"
"Really. Now all that we need is for our dear old mum to agree. Just think of it, three sailors in the family, and we're all good ones at that. Just think by the time you're my age you'll probably be better off than I am!" both men laughed at that as they retreated towards the small cottage, laughing and joking.