A/N: This is the original procrastination file and the first song to get twisted is Yarmouth Townby Great Big Sea. The tune is a traditional/folksong, but the story is based off of the GBS version because I didn't have the heart to make Quatre, well... you'll see. I'm a little vague on when I'm allowed to post lyrics, but both original and the GBS versions are easily found in a quick Google search. Pairings 3&4, implied 1&2 and super secret implied 5&6
Note: Not officially bete'd, but I hopefully caught the horrific mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own GW or the songs the stories the fics are based off of.
Yarmouth Town
The sea was as smooth as glass when we finally made it to port. In fact, there was no wind blowing by the time we set foot on land for leave. I was ready to be off the ship and desperately wanted a good meal that didn't contain any fish or citrus fruit.
The first tavern I stumbled upon, The Sandrock, looked warm and inviting and I decided that I really didn't need to look any more for a place to eat, since I could also rent a room to enjoy a night in a bed and not a hammock. My stomach growled and I pushed the door open and walked in.
If I thought I was hungry before walking in, it was now unbearable. The smell of savory meat roasting over fires and fresh baked bread filled the air, along with the tangy, pungent smell of ale. I spied a single open seat at the bar and made my way there.
As I sat down a handsome middle aged man greeted me. "Welcome, what can I get you?" He asked me over the din of the full tavern.
"A pint of your best ale and whatever you would recommend to eat. I haven't had a decent meal in a year, so I am willing to spoil myself."
He winks. "I had my fair share of being out to sea for months on end. I'll get you something good to eat. But while you wait, he is a pint of our best ale." He fills a thick walled mug and slides it the short distance to me. I take a sip, and when the rich amber liquid hits my tongue, I close my eyes and down the rest. It was delicious. Criminally so, in fact.
"Another?" Someone asked me and I looked at them, then proceeded to choke on the ale that I hadn't swallowed yet. The middle age man was replaced with a golden haired god with a fair complexion and beautiful blue eyes. He grinned as I choked and reached for my mug with a questioning look. I nodded weakly while coughing. "You ok?" He asked as he put a now full mug in front of me.
"Yes." I barely got out. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to function if he remained within eye sight.
"Good." The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile and it took all I had not to zero in on his perfect lips. I bet he is a fantastic kisser.my poor neglected libido commented. Being out to sea for months at a time was more than straining. And the only good looking men on board were the captain and first mate, which meant that they were very off limits.
The captain was a shrewd and ruthless business man, and we made an amazing amount of money. The first mate just seemed to hate everyone except the captain and they both talked about the girls back home, so I easier to just not think about it. Better that way.
"I'm Quatre. My old man owns the place. Just let me know if you need anything. I'll bring your food out in a few."
Would 'you' count as anything? I couldn't remember the last time I ate something, and the ale was working a little faster than I would like. "I'm Trowa."
I downed the freshly filled mug and watched the gorgeous blond, but got caught when he turned to help the person sitting next to me. He smiled, a twinkle in his eyes and I got the feeling he was flirting with me. Oh, if that were true, I bet he knows how to please a lover. I swallowed hard and he filled my mug. I bet that isn't the only thing he knows how to fill.
I'm pretty sure he looked at me with lust filled eyes as he placed my food down in front of me. The ale was really getting to me. "You should eat something." He said as he placed his elbows on the bar and leaned forward.
I lean forward too and tried to think of something smart to say, but between the smell of food and the lustful look in Quatre's eyes, I couldn't quite get something out. "You're food is getting cold."
With a wink he walked away to tend to other customers. I drained the mug of ale and dove into my food. I realized two things. One: I was starving and Two: the food wasn't going to counteract the ale that was already in my system. Oh well, might as well go all out.
I ate slowly and drank fast, so by the time most of the other patrons had either left or adjourned to their rooms in the tavern, I was flying high with a sated hunger. For food that it. I wasn't so far gone though that I wouldn't be able to perform, should I find myself in that position.
Quatre approached me after tidying up the pub and leaned against the bar. "So?"
"So." I repeated like an idiot. "So, I think we should get married."
His golden brows arched and an amused smile caressed his delectable lips. "Hum, as sweet as that proposition is, I have no wish to get married. I have everything I want without doing so." He stepped close so his thigh touched my knee. "But…" He leaned so close that I could feel the heat off his skin, smell the sweet scent of port on his breath and his lips brushing my ear. "…if you like to…" I felt his hand on my chest and then it slowly slide down to my waist. "…linger. I'll tie a silk strand around my finger…" He wiggles his pinky finger. "…and as you walk by, pull the strand and I'll come and get you. But tonight isn't good, tomorrow after we close."
I nod my head, only able to think about the beautiful man that stood so close to me. He brushed my neck with his lips, backed away and went back to work. "You should go to sleep." He said with a wink that went straight to my groin.
Obediently, I went to my room and promptly passed out.
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The next day couldn't go fast enough. I ate, bathed, shaved and shopped for some new clothes. I felt like a new man. A new man with unfinished business. We were to set sail on the morrow, and I was more than a little anxious.
I returned to the ship to store my packages and just about had a heart attacked when a loud crashing sound came from the captain's cabin followed by a deep voice saying loudly 'Harder 'Ro.' My eyes went wide and, at the same time, the first mate came up from the galley and smirked at the sounds of destructions from the captain's cabin.
"Keep going Barton. The captain doesn't share his treats." My jaw went slack and I just stared at the first mate, who just continued to smirk with amusement. I took that as a sign to continue on and did so. Unfortunately, I found out my hammock was right below the captain's cabin, and the saying 'no rest for the wicked' came to mind. My best bet was to leave and head back to town.
So, I did just that and spent the remainder of the day pub hopping. At the appropriate time I made my way back to the Sandrock and circled around the building hoping that there would indeed be a silk strand for me. I was ecstatic to find that there was, and I gave it a gentle tug. Moments later the strand disappeared and the door opened.
Quatre stood there in the nude, with the silk strand in hand. He threw it over my shoulders and pulled me inside.
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I stumbled back to the ship the next day sleep deprived and sore, but content. The captain was standing against the door jamb to his cabin chatting to the first mate. We all looked like we had one hell of a night. "So Barton, is this your first time to Yarmouth Town?" All I could do was look at the captain and nod. "How do you like it?" He asked with a lop-sided smirk.
"When do we come back?" The captain and first mate laughed.
"Do you think he's tasted the delights of Yarmouth Town, Chang?" The captain asked.
"I do believe he has sir." The first mate answered.
"They are delicious here." He gave me a lusty look. "We'll be back in three months. You may want to taste some other wares, unless you've found a specific kind to your liking."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I found something to my liking. Have a good day Captain, Chang." I smiled and went below deck until it was time to weigh anchor.
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