The High Seas Bring Us Together…

And both come with lies, both fall in love; a love too deep to escape.


Just another day for the Iggy the pirate; just another morning of waking to the morning sun and the rolling crests of those clouds colored like a woman's flush, the tint of a rum bottle, and a dead man's cold hands that embraced death; another day of avoiding a hangman's noose. The sea was calm and such a rich azure color, the slow waves pushing his magnificent ship, no, the finest ship to sail Asian waters, to and fro. Iggy closed his eyes and let the flow of wind swirl around him and through his pleasingly fuzzy wind was indeed splendid for sailing and Iggy the pirate was having yet another celebration for they had successfully ransacked the nearby island village the day before, cargo hold swollen with goods and exotic treasures. All they needed to do now was sail out of the East China Sea and on to the Black Market of Singapore.

"CHEERS!" sea-weathered men shouted, raising crude wooden tankards brimming with sake, liquor stolen from the Japanese village they'd pillaged not even a day before. The crew consists always of the captain, but he had the advantage in numbers with a crew of seventy followers, unusual for any pirate crew. They were enjoying their beers and wines, meat and women alike, the joys of the flesh consumed greedily by gluttony and lust, handmaidens of Satan. Being pirates, they invaded villages and took those valuables, be they pretty pennies or a pair of pretty eyes, including five of the most beautiful of those impoverish villagers. The greedier bastards who lived to devour were content to stuff themselves with food. The men who couldn't control their burning groins tried to sneak in and satisfy their innate desire to reproduce over the five kidnapped ladies. The situation was quite chaotic, overlooking the chaos fromthe highest cabin was their captain, Arthur 'Iggy' Kirkland.

The blonde-haired man was wearing his most treasured hat, a three pronged one that was big and wide, with ostrich plumes affixed to the side. It was bluish in color, matching his clothes and thick overcoat. On his shoulder perched a proud parrot, which would only eat from its master 's open palm. Iggy was smiled broadly.

"Celebrate 'till your guts burst, you sea dogs! You did your captain proud, every bloody bastard here!"

All the crew cheered back, and then resumed stuffing their faces with food. Iggy sipped a bit of his wine and put the glass into his first mate's hand.

"Drink this. I am tired; I want to rest," Iggy sighed, rubbing his temples, eyes bleary and unfocused.

He was a weird man, Iggy's first mate noticed. Their captain was an eccentric one, that had been ascertained long ago. But his sadistic tendency and detailed calculation abilities made him the best captain possible. Because this captain was famous for his cruelty, his passion, and his compassion, they wondered how such a sadist could be so compassionate at the same time. It defied logic.

Iggy could be very obsessive when it came to his followers, nay, his belongings, yet so detached when it wasn't his. That's why he could burn the entire village when a chalice of wine didn't suit to his tastes while he would fall into a melancholy state and sulk when one of his pirate followers contracted a deadly flu or was suffering from scurvy.


"Captain!"

Iggy opened his eyes lazily and plodded sleepily to the door of his cabin. It was the most accommodating cabin on the whole ship yet still too small to be called a room. At least he got his own room. The other seventy people, cooks, crewmen, musicians, and bodyguards alike, all had the misfortune of bunking together in the largest, bilge-swamped hold on the last level of the ship, the cargo hold.

"What?" he thundered, ready to strike anyone who woke him up if they couldn't concoct some farfetched, halfway decent reason. He didn't like when he was called from his dreams in paradise, in which everybody was garbed in foliage and he was the only one with a real ostrich sitting on his head.

Who in the seven hells would wake him up from his dreams, the damnable bastard they were, Iggy thought irately, opening the door while manipulating his sword with his feet into his hands, soon knotted to his belt. He could do it, just as everybody could do it if they decided to think once in a while.

"Captain! We saw a small vessel nearby!" a man, who manned the crow's nest, announced. His eyes, small and beady, flicked between the spray of the ocean and his captain before him.

"What colors is she flying? Is there a crew commandeering the bitch?" Iggy demanded, suddenly becoming impatient. The last thing he needed was an encounter with the royal navy.

"No colors, sir! It appears to be a derelict! It's small and getting rather beaten by the sea; there are only two passengers aboard and they are two women, captain!"

Iggy cursed colorfully and dragged himself out of the room. He was sloppily dressed; his chest was everywhere for everybody to see and his pants were half done, hinting some pubic hair. But nobody cared, because they were all similar; no man worth his mettle cared for his appearance when the sea had spoilt them all over the years.

Iggy emerged from the door to be greeted by the clear night sky, cold and freezing wind buffeting him as he emerged from his quarters. It was quite windy, and a bit of fog engulfed the moon and stars, stinting any hopes of astrological navigation. Just another typical night on a pirate ship. Some of the men were clustered together, sharing stale blankets, all of them on the first watch of the night.

When they saw the captain, all of them stood up straight and pretended that they weren't falling asleep. Iggy kicked one of the heavier sleeper's head, while receiving a telescope from his attendant.

"Where's the bitch?" Iggy said tersely, sweeping his view through the telescope along the wine dark sea and horizon swallowed in darkness.

"50 degrees west, captain!"

Iggy adjusted the focus and surveyed a queer shadow of something resembling a turtle floating on the water. It shifted into a boat, small, made from decaying timbers with two people on its foredeck. He spat on the ground and gave the telescope back to the attent.

"Did they signal anything, mate?"

"They give an SOS, captain!" Iggy quirked a brow, now rather interested.

Iggy looked over the man's head, through the tethered sails and weaving ratlines, seeing how dark the night had become. There wasn't even a sliver of moonlight, since it was a the night of the new moon. All were depending heavily on the lanterns hung everywhere they were needed to keep some light available for them to see the sea. The SOS sign should've been very clear, since it was the only source of light around them. And living in a poorly crafted dinghy, in this breed of coldest night, guaranteed death by predators lurking below. Or reclamation by wine dark waters. Either way, only death awaited them.

He pitied them.

"Take them in."


He never expected that his dream could come true. He slapped one of his attendants, until said man prostrated to the ground.

"Did that hurt?" the heavily browed man questioned rather obviously, head tilted childishly to the side, expression hilariously serious.

"Yes, captain!" the man responded weakly, voice pitched from lack of air beneath Iggy's boot.

"Then I am not dreaming? You can see what I see?" Iggy asked, gazing out again to the horizon

"Yes, captain…"

The crews were used to the eccentric man's behaviour. They couldn't really complain, since they knew that he was a good master. They knew that their master was just reassuring himself that he wasn't dreaming. They were thinking the same thing, because the boat they took in came with the bonus of two goddess-like figures.

Both had hair as black and mysterious as night, capturing the light around them in the ethereal sheen like angels painted by a master artisan's hand. One bore the light of a Sultan's treasure trove, seductive and knowing, omniscient and wise. The other woman had eyes like an innocuous fawn, vulnerable but belying a wisdom almost as deep as the taller woman's. Both were wearing pearlescent garments, long enough to be called a dress, yet too straight to be considered a gown. The one with eyes like the dawn was a tad smaller than the one more conservatively dressed, but possessed the longest hair Iggy have ever seen. And the most beautiful. Like the best quality silk, unspoiled and naturally shining through the dim light. It stood contrast with the white robes she was wearing, beautifully framing the face of the very lovely lady. The other one was almost as beautiful, but she was more to 'lovely' than 'stunning' with her shorter black hair, the only aspect of her that stole away what could've been a stunning woman. Perhaps she belonged to to convent? Iggy reflected on how religious women here tended to shave their hair complete or shear most of it away.

"Greetings, o captain." The lady spoke in an entrancing voice, melodious and luring at once. Dangerous.

Iggy noticed that many of the men around them had fallen prey to her irresistible charm. He forced himself to stay alert and listened for even this beautiful lady knew that he was the captain without having to ask or needlessly question. She was brighter than she let on. She continued to speak with her melodious voice.

"I am called Yao and this is my younger brother Kiku. We are asking for your protection since we are rather under equipped to challenge the sea with out humble boat. Since we can offer nothing, we will do anything you order of us as long as you might provide us food and protection." her lips were plump and full, skin radiant and pallid as the moon. Enticing.

"… Who are you? Why were you inside that sloppy boat in the middle of this vast ocean?" Iggy asked, speaking with more grace than the rough coarseness most assume he had. This intrigued a good part of the crew.

"Bitch knows her place, at least," the bosun muttered. Iggy glared at him angrily before returning his attentions to the two goddesses before him.

The lady became crestfallen and now she looked sad yet still so beautiful. Even without thinking, the other men felt a strong arousal stir within them. Women were most beautiful when in misery. Arthur bit his own tongue to stay focused and waited until the display of emotion was continued by an explanation.

"… We cannot say anything but offer a promise that we wouldn't be a burden to you, o captain…" the woman said softly, tresses of hair enveloping her face like a treasure within a deep forest. No man spoke while this tension coursed strongly between man and woman, captain and angel incarnate.

"I don't want an empty promise, give me an answer or you'll be ravished by my men tonight, princess," Iggy cruelly sneered, spitting crudely to the side.

The lady suddenly blushed deeply and her visage became contorted in rage. "How dare you! I am a man, and so is my dearest brother! You imbecile, aru!"

"A man?" Iggy started to laugh, and, following their leader, the crew started to bellow with raucous laughter like the combined frenzy of a hundred howling wolves. "Are you saying that with your womanly dressings, and those builds and those dresses that you are the same as us? The best joke, ever!" Yao' brows furrowed deeply, indignation manifesting as an angered scowl.

The beautiful man named Yao glared hatefully to the captain, and yet his little brother touched his arms placatingly and shook his head. Yao returned to his calm state, and waited until the whole crew finished their degrading laughter.

"Don't bring the pride of our gender down, princess. You don't even have the strength to hold a single twig!" Iggy mocked them, igniting the laughter once again. But somehow the 'ladies' man' didn't even flinch and waited calmly until the laughter finally sobered.

It was cold, and while the wind stopped blowing, the air was filled with fog thicker with the passage of the minutes. Iggy realized that he needed to settle this now or never.

"Be my bitch. And you can stay."

Yao could swear his heart stopped beating. Kiku, too, became frozen in fear.

Everybody looked at the captain, cursing themselves based on their jealousy. If only they were the captain, if only they could enjoy that beautiful body and hoard this empirical beauty for themselves, especially if both of them could be had at. Ah, what a whore-monger their captain was. But if they were patient, maybe there would be a time when the captain got tired of the effeminate males and gave them to the crew.

Yao paled. He swallowed hard. "… I… I will. But please don't touch my brother." He felt his pride sink down into a dark abyss.

"I won't." Iggy smirked. "I won't touch him."

Kiku cried something in an indecipherable language and the goddesses spoke in a language Iggy couldn't understand. Yao seemed to be calming his distraught little brother down. Impatient and have no compassion for the warming interaction between the she-males, Iggy spread his arms and gestured for Yao to come to him.

It was a trap Yao wanted to resist but knew that he couldn't.

Yao held his breath and walked closer. The men on deck held their breath, because the weird and beautiful creature made no sound, no dragging, no weighty footfalls, unlike them. Just like a ghost. Or goddess who floats on the waters of time, a being of legends and myths and fairy tales.

Iggy seizeed the beauty in his arms. Tightly. He smelled so good. Yet lack of breasts was alienating for the womanizing captain. The truth was, there was nothing perfect in this world, not even this goddess of his moon and stars. And Iggy knew, the male's beauty compensated for the lack of a womanly breast. Over compensated, even.

Once the beauty was in his arms, he smirked.

"You can help yourself with that other she-male."

The whole crew on deck cheered and crowded around Kiku like vultures to the sweet meat of a fresh kill. Yao was shocked, pale in the face, words of defiance frozen upon his lips. He tried to free himself from the devil of captain but to no avail, all in vain. He watched as his brother was forced strip under the ministrations of twenty of the men. His self control was lost to blind and aimless fear and his true voice came to light.

"You liar! You said you wouldn't touch him, aruuuuu!" Yao shrieked, tears pouring from his eyes like dams overflown.

Iggy smirked. "You have a very funny accent, Yao." It made him yearn for this exotic morsel even more.

"You liar aru! Let me go aru! Devil, aru!" Yao cried, now fully in hysterics, screaming things in that damnable language of theirs.

"I said I wouldn't touch him," Iggy smiled, "but I never said that he wouldn't be touched by my men."

Yao stiffened, and struggled. He tried to wound the captain, but Iggy was stronger and sturdier than him. With ease, Iggy took the she-man bridal style in his arms and entered the cabin where his personal room resided behind closed doors.


Iggy let the struggling body in his arms fall onto the bed. A hard thump of the male's lithe body was heard when Yao collided with the hard bed. He felt some pain on his back, yet Iggy didn't give him time to recover. With one yank, he pulled Yao's qu ju, reminiscent of Han dynasty clothing, and undressed the beauty.

"What is this weird complicated garment?" Iggy cried in frustration, brutally tearing and tugging at the beautiful robes.

"You devil! Let me go! You liar, aruuuuu!" Yao screamed, voice like a fallen angel being dragged into hell by the devil.

"Shut up!" Iggy yanked another layer, and yet another layer appeared underneath it. His patience was infamously little and decreased as fast as rainwater falls, and he took out a wicked dirk, it glinting slivers of light like a prefator's eyes. Yao, upon seeing the sharp object, turned his back to Iggy and tried to run, but the knife gashed the skin on his back first, through the layered robes.

Iggy tore through the garments, and slowly the white garments were colored by a heavy crimson. Realizing that he had stabbed too deep, Iggy threw his dirk away and opened the clothes with panic.

Yao, meanwhile, screamed in pain.

"AAAgggghHh!" His voice split through the air like a banshee of Irish myth, startling Iggy greatly.

Iggy suddenly felt guilty. He gently peeled away the clothes, leaving Yao naked in front of him. Truly magnificent was the white, unblemished skin before him, but was spoiled with a long horizontal scar which spurted blood like insatiable tears.

"I am sorry…" Arthur whispered, voice a trembling whisper.

"Don't come near me, aru!" Yao cried in pain and desperation, trying to run.

Iggy grabbed the man's arm tight and pulled him back to his chest. Yao flinched when his open scar met Iggy's sweaty breast muscles. He wanted to run, run, run and surrender himself to the sea to end his misery. But suddenly a gentle whisper on his ears calmed him.

"Hush… It's aright, Yao. It's alright. You are safe." Iggy tried making his voice a tender whisper, trying to soothe his abashed lover.

"Let me … go, aru!" Yao struggled, wishing to tear and maim the man holding him prisoner.

"Stay calm. I'll treat the scar. You need to calm down," Iggy ordered firmly. Yao was only going to do himself further damage at this rate.

"Kill me! Kill me, aru! I don't want… I don't need your treatment, aru!" Yao screamed, thrashing bear legs scantily covered by shreds of cloth.

"…I am sorry. I promise I won't hurt you again." Iggy whispered, breath ghosting past Yao's ears.

"You liar, aruuu!" Yao cried hoarsely, voice a struggle of anger and tears.

"I don't lick back my saliva, Yao. Believe me."

Yao tried to struggle, yet his body refused to move. The pain on his back was taking over his body by storm, endorphins in his body crushing the pain by a chemical rush. Suddenly he was high as a prayer delivered to the gods, Iggy's gentle touch on his skin inflicting the sickest desires he ever had, unfathomable for someone of his nature.

Iggy gently licked the scar, tongue sliding until it reached the base of Yao's spine. It was poised above a rounded buttocks, which made Yao twitch. Iggy realized that Yao was no virgin. The black haired beauty's entrance twitched excitedly, as if accustomed to such sensual intrusions

"You are not a virgin, I see," Iggy chortled smugly, hands roving over Yao's skin which twitched and recoiled in delicious pleasure.

Yao flinched from the comment, yet he was too deep in pain and high on endorphins to answer. Iggy's finger found its way to the area between the entrance and sacks which every man should possess and pressed it. Hard. Yao screamed In pain and passion.

"Ahhhh~!" Yao cries rolled slowly off his tongue, twisting and thrashing through the air.

Iggy licked the skin of his back; saliva moistening the scar he cleaved on Yao's back. This time, he climbed up and up, until he reached the long, swan-like neck. Yao trembled softly as the captain's lips were clamped the back of his neck.

"I will be gentle," Iggy promised with a voice that could melt newly driven snow.

"…Li…Ah—ar! Aruuu-ah~!" Yao moaned, hips bucking against the swash-buckling captain.

Blood stopped flowing into his mouth, he realized with satisfaction. Iggy licked his lips, swallowing the iron taste from Yao's scar. The blood had stopped flowing, and he knew he would have to bandage the beautiful and androgynous body.

So he ceased his ministrations and opened a small cabinet not far from the bed. His parrot squawked loudly, angry since its master had a new toy and woke it up from its slumber. Iggy smiled gently to the parrot.

"It's OK. Go back to sleep," he said sweetly, stroking the decorative plumes of the crown of the bird's head.

The parrot chirped and said something like 'Guud Nite' while shutting its eyes and burying its beak in its puffed breast. Iggy smiled and took two roll of white bandages from the cabinet. He was a strong man; yet nothing is perfect, and thus, even he got hurt sometimes. So he had a full supply of poultices and herbal remedies and bandages in his room, just in case.

Yao was breathing laboriously on the bed, flinching from stinging pain because his own sweat passed through the fresh scar on his back. He flinched when suddenly the bandages were rolled over him, Iggy gently lifted him and applied the bandages. Unhurriedly; slowly; gently; teasingly. He induced a new lust upon Yao.

"I'll pamper you until you cannot live without me," Iggy whispered as he applied a second layer of bandages, "… or my cock."


Author notes: I am not very sure about pirates' talking/clothing style and their habits. All my knowledge are based on One Piece (Btw, don't you think Zoro X Sanji cute?) . So I apologize beforehand if I write any misinformation.

Credits: Inspired by ka_yakusoku at LJ, concept and plot by Hasegawa, written by Hasegawa, co-written and betaed by Gisette Kievan Rus.