Marth and Roy on the High Seas
Authors: Xan and Vallen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters of Super Smash Brothers Melee do not belong to us. We just use them for our pleasure. However, the character Trave is purely original, and does belong to us. That is all!
Warnings: Um… Not many. No yaoi!! *sniffle* Mild violence, semi-slavery stuff (^_^), pirates… Tee-hee.
Feedback: Please? We love having feedback/comments almost as much as writing… Almost.
Notes:
Xan: Well, here we are again… Sorry this one gets updated so seldomly – I guess we tend to concentrate on the more popular stuff, huh? Anyways, I got inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean and typed up another chapter to this! So hold on to yer bootstraps, ye scurvy dogs! Think you can handle more Marth and Roy on the High Seas?!
Vallen: … And I'll let Xan be the announcer on this one. She seems to enjoy it…
Thank you: Darkwulfe (Glad you liked it! And no, no yaoi in this one… sorry all you yaoi fans!), tikimoof (Yeah, I guess it would be weird seeing lighter stuff from us, huh? And yes, this is the same Trave from FNOK. He got such a great response that we decided to use him again, that's all. And the island thing? *looks mysterious* you'll just have to find out…), turquoisefox (Gah! No, Trave is a strictly Marth and Roy baddie. We just like using him 'cause he's SO evil… ^_^ And glad you like it even though it ISN"T dark and super depressing!), Chibifairy (Yes, Sheik is definitely a boy. We both think Sheik is really cool, so we decided to use him in this. And so much for updating soon… gomen!), Pichu*Star (^_^ Aw, so the Xan-Vallen stamp automatically makes things great now… cool. You should see some of our original stuff. …On second thought maybe you shouldn't. And you thought FNOK was disturbing, whew…), LilFilipinoGurl (Greatest Marth/Roy writers, wow! That's awesome! Oh, we use Microsoft word and use the web layout view… more questions, email us), Persian Kittie (Waugh! Scary! Look, I AM putting more up, so get off my back! *grin* Hey, you know we think you're great, right?), Sake Girl Duelist (Gah, what do you mean what about fubuki no kaen? That one's been updated about 12 times while this one just sat there… Oh well, I'm sending these to vallen at the same time, so hopefully they'll update at once. Cool!)
It was true that Trave had found the two boys as youngsters in their ransacked and burned village, but the captain had kidnapped them and made them work as cabin boys on his pirate ship. The term "cabin boy" seemed to translate into "slave" in Trave's language.
"Sounds like fun," Roy said, unable to hide the happiness in his voice. They had their childhood stolen from them, but maybe they could get it back. The red-haired boy hugged Marth quickly so that not many noticed. "I wish you were my brother, Marth."
"Eh? I am your brother. In spirit anyways." Marth replied, ruffling Roy's hair affectionately.
"Marth! Roy! Get down to the galley, Bowser has work for you to do." Sheik ordered the two of them.
Roy glanced over at Sheik quickly, moving away from Marth.
"I guess we'd better go. Sounds like kitchen duty again. They always get us to cook and clean up for these louts… My stomach is killing me." He grumbled.
"Don't complain, it'll just be another beating if they hear you. You're lucky – Bowser likes you." Marth told him, walking to the galley.
Roy rolled his eyes, picked up his bucket and mob and began to walk down to the galley. Bowser was there cooking like mad to prepare for the crew. The large dinosaur-creature took one look at the boys' starved looks and said:
"No."
"But why?"
"Trave'll have one of my claws if he catches you acting anything but miserable and hungry." Bowser answered, slicing up potatoes.
"Guess it's water only today Marth," the smaller boy whispered with a sigh.
Marth pressed a hand to his already-empty stomach and groaned softly.
"We haven't eaten in a week… I guess another week won't make much of a difference…" Inwardly, Marth was unsure as to whether he could stand much more of this.
"You say that now, but wait a few days," Bowser said, handing them each knives and pointing at the two rickety stools in the corner. "Get peelin'."
"Of course, that's not including the pieces of bread you've given us every once in a while," Roy said, sitting down and beginning to peel potatoes with his fingers and a knife. He looked longingly at the raw spud in his hand. "Oh a beating is almost worth getting to eat."
"…And I'll have to tell the captain. No offence." Bowser replied in a low, growly voice. "Trave thrives on punishment and pain, doesn't matter whose. Better me than you. If you give him a reason to beat you, it'll make him happy. It's best being on your best behavior, as you well know."
Both Marth and Roy sighed this time, getting to work. They knew all right.
"Hey Bowser, do you know where we could get some rum? You think we could trade some of our water for it?" Roy asked suddenly. If they were going to get Fox drunk, they sure as hell needed some alcohol.
"Guess so. Never too young to start drinkin' like a real man, us pirates always say," the cook said. "Just tell me when yeh want it, boys."
Marth smiled inwardly. Excellent. If they didn't blow this, everything would go perfectly and they would soon be free again.
It was several hours later when Bowser called the men in for the evening meal and dismissed Marth and Roy. But Trave's sadistic nature found yet another way to torture the boys and insisted that they stay in the galley, watching as the men ate.
Every night, they sat crouched at Trave's feet where he would give them handouts off his scraps when they had been good, as if they were dogs. But tonight there would be no handouts, since they were being punished.
A scowl darkened Marth's features as he sat on the hard, filthy floor. He hated this. He hated Trave and he hated the ship and he hated himself for submitting to this indignity. A low growl filled his throat.
Abruptly, the blue-haired boy felt a sharp pain and let out a yelp. Trave's booted foot had found his hand and was slowly crushing it under his heel.
"I heard you growling down there, Pet. What at?" Trave asked lightly, not even troubling to look down at him. Conversation died at the table and all eyes were on them.
"Nothing, Captain." Marth hissed, fighting the pain.
"I don't believe you. As punishment, I want you to whimper like the dog you are." Trave's heel ground down even harder into Marth's hand, threatening to shatter and snap the fragile bones there.
Marth clenched his teeth angrily. There was no way that he would demean himself for Trave's pleasure any longer.
"Do it or I'll break your hand along with your little friends'." Trave finally looked down at Marth, smiling his lazy, arrogant smile.
Marth's eyes widened. He could stand his own pain, but not Roy's. He would never let Trave hurt Roy, not even if he died for it. So Marth bowed his head and began to whimper like a dog, just as Trave had commanded.
The whole cabin began to laugh, snorting loudly and rudely at Marth. The noise was deafening to Roy.
"Stop…" He said softly, but his voice was drowned out. The younger boy stood and tugged at Trave's shirt sharply. "Let him up!"
The captain turned his head to the auburn-haired boy slightly, his eyes glinting.
"Be quiet. Can't you see what your friend is doing for you?" He snarled in that creepy voice of his.
Roy's eyes widened and he stared at Marth, with the heel of Trave's boot on his friend's hand. Now he understood. Eventually Trave let up, his need to punish and mutilate filled and Roy gave Marth a tight hug. He closed his eyes and tried to black out the pirates' voices and whispered to Marth,
"Let's go…" The younger boy begged.
Marth stood, refusing to let his pain show. He allowed Roy to lead him back to the nest, where he screamed into the blankets, releasing everything that he had been holding inside of him since the galley.
Finally, when he looked up at Roy again, there were tears rolling down his face.
"Roy, we have to escape tonight."
Their nest was a sort of hammock, a crib of ropes and blankets strung from the ceiling of the lower hold. It wasn't a bed, but it was the best thing that they had.
"I-it's gonna be okay… I think," Roy stammered. "I'm really sorry he threatened you with me… I should have done something."
"No, it's alright." Marth scrubbed his eyes furiously with the back of his hand, trying to smile again to calm Roy's fears. Fortunately, Trave had gotten his left hand, but it would be injured for quite a while. He reached over and ruffled Roy's hair. "I gotta look after my little brother, ya know."
The younger boy tried to smile as well.
"Thanks…" He paused, glancing upward.
"I'll be the one to do what we need to do after dark. It has to be me because I'm smaller and they won't catch me. It'll be easy to get Fox drunk on the rum, I'm sure…"
"Good. I'll sabotage the lifeboats… Aside from the one we'll have to use, I guess." Marth ripped his shirt into strips and clumsily bandaged his hand.
"They just ate, so they'll lay low for a few hours. We should rest while we can…" Roy said, curling into a small ball to give Marth more room. "The thing that could be dangerous is… well… The ship might sink at night. It could be a double-edged sword."
"It could. And this hand isn't going to help any, damn Trave. But we have to have faith that we'll get out of here." Marth closed his eyes and curled up beside Roy and the pair were soon dozing.
To Be Continued, Mate.
Xan: Arrrr… More later, mateys. I'll try to get this one out faster next time. *goes off singing* Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me…
Vallen: Er. It hurts to type, so I can't say much… -_- Arrrrg.