This is my response to the NCIS:LA fic challenge #5: Extreme AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful characters. Nor do I own the ship Revenge or the Dread Pirate Roberts, or the ship Tarantula. Basically, I only own the plot. And even that statement is pushing it.
Pirate KK sighed and twirled her hair. She was bored up here in the Crow's Nest aboard the Tarantula. Sure, this was a vital job, and she understood it was her turn, but it was just so boring. Well, technically it was Pirate G's turn, but she'd lost a bet, and, now she was stuck up in the Nest.
"How's it going up there?" Pirate G called up to her from the deck. Pirate KK glared down at him and hurled a loose piece of wood at him, which he expertly dodged. He then smirked up at KK.
"I hate you!" she snarled loudly. Pirate G just chuckled. KK rolled her eyes and looked up upon hearing a fog horn. She pressed the scope to her eye and peered through it. She scoured it around until she saw the ship and then searched for the flag. Her heart sped up when she saw the flag.
It belonged to the pirate ship Revenge.
"Mates! It's Revenge!" she called out. At once, everyone was alert. Revenge was infamous for the Dread Pirate Roberts, who was captain of the ship, who never took prisoners. He killed them all.
The ship's rudder turned hard east and the ship swung around. Every man and woman who was not securing the ship were on the guns. KK stayed up in the Crow's Nest, keeping an eye on Revenge. Her heart skipped a beat when she lost the Revenge. She stood up and looked around hurriedly. She found it when the first cannonball rocked the Tarantula. There were one or two screams and a whole lot of shouting.
Their cannonballs fired off at Revenge on the port. The Revenge then rammed into the side, half-capsizing the ship. KK was able to grab onto the rope just in time to avoid being tossed off.
She then saw Revenge pirates jumping onto Tarantula. KK squared her jaw and drew her sword and glanced down at Pirate G and Pirate Sam, who had done the same thing.
The first pirate came for her, jumping onto the rig. She used her heel to smash him in the chin and send him pummelling right into the line of fire. She was able to do this for most pirates, but, occasionally, she'd have to use her sword to decapitate them because they were beyond her kicking range.
But, even the best pirate gets bested sometimes. KK had just decapitated her sixth pirate and was suddenly grabbed from behind by her hair. She let out a yell and dropped her sword, using her hands to instead grab the hands holding her hair. As soon as she realised she'd dropped her sword, she kicked it away. It fell down and landed neatly just under the wheel.
The pirate who had grabbed her expertly swung her around and slammed her against the side of the Nest, with her head swinging out to the side. She lost her balance and toppled out of the Nest. She let out a yell as she fell and braced herself to hit the sea.
She straightened herself up as much as she could so that the impact wouldn't kill her. She hit the water and dropped straight down. As soon as she was submerged, she worked on pulling herself up towards the Tarantula
It seemed an eternity before she reached the surface and instantly felt herself being dragged down again by the under drag. She fought it, but knew she'd have to find some way to climb up soon, or she'd be dragged under and drown. Fortunately, the attack meant that some of the rope had been unravelled, and she spotted some hanging down.
Pirate KK swum over to the rope and grabbed on to it and then hauled herself up. She used the rope to climb back onto the ship and stopped when she reached the ledge. She let her eyes scan the deck until they landed on the wheel. She knew her sword was under the wheel; she just had to get to it.
Using all of her strength, she pulled herself up and over the ledge, onto deck. She ran to the wheel, dodging blows, swipes from swords, cannonballs and shrapnel being hurled every which way. From the amount of damage the cannonballs, she was surprised the ship was not already submerged.
She reached the wheel and looked up just in time to see Pirate Dom and Pirate Nell, also known as the Rudder Twins, clambering to get up high. She knew the ship was sinking, and signalled to Pirate G and Pirate Sam to get to the life boats. She did the same thing for the Rudder Twins.
Pirate KK picked up her sword and got ready to fight, when she saw a message being passed around Roberts' pirates. She then saw Roberts' pirates slipping their swords back in their scabbards and pulling out their daggers. The pirates then began grabbing the pirates of the Tarantula and forcing them up on to the Revenge, which had sustained much less damage than their ship had.
She hurriedly wiped her sword and slid it back into her scabbard before she was grabbed, again, by the hair. She let out a yelp and struggled against the pirate who had her as she was forced onto the Revenge. Once up, she was forced to kneel and a dagger was pointed at the back of her throat to stop her from trying to escape.
She pulled away a bit and looked around, and saw the deck sprinkled with Revenge pirates, all with their weapons out, all escape routes blocked. The Tarantula was going down, so escape was rendered impossible. She lowered her gaze and moved back into position, with the point of the blade resting against the back of her neck.
An eternity seemed to pass as the rest of the surviving pirates from the Tarantula were boarded onto the Revenge. After all the survivors had been captured, the crew and prisoners fell silent as they heard the unmistakable sound of the Dread Pirate Roberts' boots clopping against the polished wood of the deck.
Roberts' boots were unique, in that the soles of his boots were rumoured to be made out of the flesh of his first victim and rubber and the skin of his now deceased pet rat. Rumour had it that he loved his rat so much that he'd used its skin for his boots so he'd never forget his rat. No one knew if the rumour was true or not, but everyone was too afraid of him to check the legitimacy of the rumour. Every pirate from Ireland to Australia knew the sound of his boots.
Pirate KK couldn't stop the shiver that crawled its way down her back, starting at her shoulder blades to her thighs and ending at her knees. She drew in a quiet, deep breath as he passed her and froze when he stopped in front of her. She dared not raise her eyes to him.
"Why does this one still have her sword?" Roberts questioned his men. His voice was deep and gruff, adding to everything she had heard. KK almost sighed with relief that he was just looking at his sword. His men wasted no time in fixing that 'problem', and taking her sword from her. The crew member who had taken it was about to throw it overboard, but Roberts stopped him.
"Add it to our armoury," he instructed. "Besides, it'd be nice to kill this one with her own sword."
The last part came out as a sneer. Pirate KK closed her eyes and swallowed, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. She didn't want to die, much less by her own weapon. Her actions did not go unnoticed by Roberts and he laughed. Loudly. Once he'd stopped laughing, he tucked his hand underneath her chin and forced it up until her eyes met his. As much as she wanted to, KK couldn't conceal the fear in her eyes.
"Relax, pretty," he soothed, his tone laced with mockery. "I'm not going to kill you just yet."
Upon hearing those words, KK wished that he'd just kill her and get it over with. She'd rather die by her own sword than face whatever he had in store for her.
"No," he murmured thoughtfully. "I pretty thing like you ought to be put to some use first."
Had she not been so afraid, she would have been angry; she didn't take kindly to being spoken to like an object. She now dreaded whatever lay ahead.
"Marty!" he barked, and a blonde stepped forward. Kensi couldn't see him, as her chin was still in Roberts' grasp. "Prepare this one to entertain me."
"Aye, aye, Roberts!" the young man recited back enthusiastically, like a dog that had been trained. His voice was slightly husky, which pierced through Pirate KK's fear and gave her a warm feeling in her heart. But the feeling soon disappeared when her chin was released and she was hauled up onto her feet and dragged away. Naturally, she struggled against it, but did it quietly, as not to draw any more of Roberts' attention to herself.
Pirate KK and the two Revenge pirates gripping her arms arrived in a room below deck, where she was thrown down. She turned over to face them, flattening her palms on the floor. The first was nothing special – a scrawny excuse for a pirate. His skin was as white as the clouds in the sky, and he had nothing to show for being a pirate except the pathetic outfit he was wearing
The second one, however, well, he was something special. He had a good, strong build, with curls as golden as the sun waving messily atop his head. His eyes were as blue as the calm sea before a storm and his voice was as scruffy as the hair on his chin. KK found herself just staring at this man, as if she were under some sort of enchanted spell. It was broken when the scrawny pirate threw some clothes at her, which hit her in the face.
Her reflexes caused her to sit upright and catch the clothes before they fell to the ground. She turned them over in her hands to see what they were. She found that they were a matching green bra and underpants, and a few extra stringy bits to put over the top. It was all very burlesque-y, and KK felt her blood boil.
"No," she deadpanned; looking the beautifully scruffy pirate in the eye, believing that she could overcome his spell. Her anger proved her right. The scruffy pirate, Marty, she recalled him as, raised his eyebrows right into his bangs.
"No?" he questioned. His tone indicated that it was not a question, but, rather, a chance for her to take back what she said.
"No," she repeated, ignoring the warning. Marty smirked, as if he were glad she'd refused him. KK gulped, immediately regretting her decision. What did he have planned for her?
"Rick," he spoke to the scrawny pirate without ever taking his eyes off KK. The younger pirate stood at attention at once. "Give us some space."
Pirate Rick didn't need to be told twice. He scampered from the room, closing the door behind him. Marty said nothing, silently communicating that she had one last chance to cooperate. KK defiantly threw down the stripper outfit as a response.
Marty sighed, and KK couldn't determine what he meant by that sigh. She thought it might have indicated that she was just an annoyance and that he didn't have time to do this, but there was something else to his tone. It was unfamiliar, and it scared her.
He grabbed her by her collar and yanked her to her feet. She was too stunned to resist. He held her close, close enough to speak in nothing more than a whisper in her ear.
"What do I have to do to make you cooperate?" he wondered. KK's breath hitched in both fear and delight of his warm breath against her bare skin. She caught herself and scolded herself for her enjoyment of the moment and got her breathing back to normal.
"You can't," she spat back. He pulled her closer and she felt his dagger resting on her lower back. A pulse of adrenaline ripped through her body. Her breath hitched again, this time in pure fear.
"I desperately want to prove you wrong," he admitted, subtly flirting. The subtle flirting didn't escape her notice, and she quickly grew frustrated at herself for almost falling for it. She scrambled to stop herself from giving in to it.
Marty, still holding her by his collar, could sense her growing frustration. He smiled to himself; his seduction was working. Just a little bit more…
He pulled her the rest of the way in, and slid his dagger lightly and slowly across her lower back. He heard the gasp that came from her. It was partial fear and partial pleasure. He held in a laugh; he couldn't believe that she enjoyed this sort of thing. He also heard the dangerously low growl of frustration that came from her. He could tell that he almost had her.
That's when she stomped on his foot.
"No!" she shouted, pushing him away and backing up. Her sudden and very strong reaction took Marty by surprise and he stumbled backwards. He regained his balance, and he scowled at her. He was quite cranky that she'd screwed up his favourite approach; he was in fact quite hurt. Did she really think that he was that bad that they couldn't do this? Maybe it was just the fact that he was her imprisoner. It still hurt, though.
But, he was a pirate, so he hid his hurt. He growled lowly and drew his sword. He looked at her in the eye, trying to read her emotions. He couldn't quite name it, since it seemed to be a mixture of emotions: vexation, fear, past passion and anger were the ones that showed. He had a feeling there were more, but she was doing a damn good job at hiding them.
"Put it on," Marty barked, tilting his sword at the very revealing outfit. KK glanced at it and crossed her arms over her chest.
"No."
"Put it on!" Marty repeated more forcefully before deciding to take a different approach. "Or do you want me to do it for you?" KK glared at him.
"You will do no such thing!" she resisted. This earned a smirk from Marty.
"Y'know, I saw a ginger from yer crew up on deck," he taunted thoughtfully. "Wonder if her hair's as red as her blood."
"Don't you dare!" KK hissed, the colour draining from her face out of fear for the sweet, innocent pirate.
"Yer choice, lass," Marty taunted with far too much jubilee for KK's comfort. She swallowed hard and reluctantly picked it up. She glanced around for some pirate place to change, but couldn't find any. She turned back to Marty, and he motioned for her to change right there in front of him.
"Turn around," she requested, twirling her finger in the air.
"Why?" he teased. "I'm gonna be seeing all of ye anyway."
"I don't think so," KK scoffed, crossing her arms again.
"It's true!" Marty insisted playfully. "Once Roberts sees what a fine job I've done into getting ye ready, he'll let me take ye back to me room!"
"Not if you are dead," KK snarled, uncrossing her arms and throwing down the costume again. Marty had her pinned up against the wall with his sword to her throat in an instant.
"I'd watch what I say, if I were ye, lass," he warned. "We both know what happens when ye don't watch yer tongue."
To emphasise his point, he pressed the blade to her throat, just enough to make it hurt. She let out a frightened gasp. She made a move to escape, but he just tightened his grip, forcing the blade even further up against her skin. Her face scrunched up with pain momentarily before she made an effort to control it.
"Put on the costume," he repeated authoritively. To punctuate his command, he held her for a few more seconds before taking a step back. He saw relief wash over her, which quickly turned to disgust. However, for the sake of her redhead friend, she reluctantly stripped down and slipped into the clothing she had been given. Marty, being ever the gentleman of a pirate that he was, turned around and let her change.
She changed very quickly, glad to get out of her wet outfit, although she wished it weren't into something so skimpy.
"Done," she muttered resentfully when she was done. Marty turned back around and smiled when he saw her in the costume.
"Veery nice," he drawled. "Let's go, lassie."
He placed his sword at her back and led her out to the Dread Pirate Roberts. Pirate KK sighed quietly – this was going to be a long voyage.
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