Authors Note:
Fun Fact: I wrote this story two times before, one got erased and I didnt liked the other one. And it took me around 3 weeks to finish this one.
Chapter 1: I can Dream, Right?
Night fell upon us, the skies turned black and the Sun died. Didn´t took too long. All of the crew was sleeping, even those in charge of the night shift. Understandable, today´s catch was hard; towing requires lots of men and their strength. I was out in the deck sharping harpoons, while whispering a song. I felt a little cold, as I was still wearing only my "slave" pants, just this time I was wearing some thick leader gloves, to avoid auto-stabbing myself in the palm of my hands. I remember when I joined the crew, and the first time I sharped one of these two meters long harpoons, I stabbed my left hand, leaving a scar the size of my palm. The scar direction was in a slope.
I continued to sharp the Harpoons calmly, and decided to take a quick glance at the crystal water that laid 6 meters on front of me. The moon´s reflection was bouncing in the water, some even in the boat. I raise my head for the first time to the moon in the whole night, wondering if this moon that I was looking at, could connect me to another person, who was also looking at it. It was all gray-silver like, with a rocky and dusty texture. But it was illuminating this dark night.
"Aye Captain, how everythin´doin´tonight?" Rus quietly sneaked up to me.
"I thought that a lazy basterd like you would be knocked out by now. So it´s true what the crew men say" I reply without looking at him.
"What do these illiterate assholes say?" He approached me, walking a few steps.
I turn around and look him in the eyes, while giving a small smirk.
"You can only sleep with a bottle by your side" I answer his questions
"Shut up. Why do they care in the first place? It´s not like this empty headed crewmen had a life of their own, so they interfere in others life´s" I heard a little drip of anger in his tone.
"Hey, respect your fellow crew men. We are all privateers, we are equal. There is no law except the one one´s forges, and I forged a law in which you must respect the crewmen" I answer with 2 drops of anger in mine.
"Why does it bother you so much?" He asks with some incredibility.
"Because, you little sea-puppy, we sail together, we fight together, and we drown together." Hope this answers satisfies him.
"You, no, we don´t even know where most of the Lads come from" It didn´t
"Does it matter? We come from nowhere and our home is this ship, and our flag is hanged from the mastiff." I give an answer while I look away and continue my sharping.
Rus doesn´t reply this time, probably thinking about what I said to him. I continue my duty and sharp even faster.
"Raaaaawrrrr!" A beast screamed.
I stand up from the little box-footstool I had for chair, and look up north, searching for that beast.
"Over there, slightly to your left" Rus has the best eye in the whole crew, no wonder he saw that beast now before me.
That thing jumps from the water and splashed back into it.
"Should we?" Rus asks while looking to the harpoons
"No. Remember, only kill when hungry. And we have already done enough killing. Haven't we?" I hate lying to myself.
"Ho ho ho, captain, you know, better than any o´us, that there's never enough killing. Never." Rus has never lied to me, but sometimes I wish he would.
I don't respond and sat down on the box once more, and sharp the last rusty harpoon. It's amazing how fast blood can make metal rust. Rus right, there's never enough killing when you´re a privateer. Law of the sea makes someone else drown, or that someone will drown you.
"So, what are you goin´to do when we arrive to port? We´re only 3 days far to the Kingdom Continent" He asks me a question I wanted to avoid
He surprised me with that question. My heart skipped a beat and I choked on my own saliva. Rus then patted me really hard in the back, laughing.
"Don´t fucking know, Rus." I reply barely breathing.
"Don't push yourself too hard, captain, these men need you, and I´m one of those men." Rus told me this while he was leaving the main decks, and went to the steps to the floors under us.
As Rus leaves me alone, I finish this last harpoon. Seeing things change its form surprises me, as such a tool I´m holding in my hand was inside the flesh and coated with blood a couple hours ago. Now, in a pair of steady hands, its inoffensive, useless. Most things go through this process; they kill and then return to a steady, calm form. If they not, they are the ones to kill.
I decide to step up, and go to the front of our ship. If I calculate right, our boats length is around 65 to 75 meters long, and I´m in the below the half, so it's a 20 seconds walk. Feeling the waves crashing with the walls of Ragnar calms the crew, and me. No wonder we sleep so well in a sea infested with outlaws, pirates, privateers and monsters. We call it the "Sea Lullaby", and lots of sailors have made the mistake of thinking it that is the soothing roar of a sleepy beast.
The Sea never sleeps.
As I arrive to the front, I look to that virtually endless sea, wondering how living in the land feels like, as I have forgotten the feeling. The Stars can take us anyplace in the world, maybe in the space, but they can't take you home. Wind comes from the right, its cold, really cold; we are probably close to the Mad Sea, named in honour of the king of the kingdom that's right below it.
3 days from home
Such thoughts scare me, and enrage me. Whats the point in fooling myself? I have no home but the brig I walk on, and no family except the outlaws I call crew, and sail under the flag of the only nation we belong to. This era, damn this era, but it has liberated many men from the ever ending land, to the almost infinite sea.
I walk back to the Captain´s Cabin, my room, while I fill my mind with lots of questions. As I approach the door, I take a quick glance at the skulls attached to the top of the entrance. Two ferruginous Haws skulls attached to a single Haast´s eagle. Is there a reason for them being where they are? The hawks look to the East and West, and the eagle to the north and future. I don't like how the north is looking at me today, its glance it's menacing.
"What are you looking at?" Not enough sleeping is harming me, I just asked a skull why is looking at me.
I realize my mistake, and run forward to the bows sprit, and jump off to the winter sea. I swim around 5 meters down, and decide to taste these waters. Salty and bloody, many corpses are buried in this sand. While I was floating in this dark blue water, I see a Red Shark swimming right below me. Something that really pisses them off is when any creature looks at them in the eye. Fucking mistake I make, because I just looked at him with my two, light blue eyes, to his two, black eyes.
That bastard just decides to come right at me. With my right hand, I take my necklace and put it in a stabbing pose. Good thing that it's a cross with a metal tip. He just rushed up, and became bigger the close he got. This beast was read on his back, white on his tummy, full of scars and with black dots all over his body. When I was in a distance to touch him, I swim to my left, while he just rammed his head to the position I was, and stabbed him in the eye and nose.
Twice.
Quite a coward was that beast, as he wasn't able to even pinch my skin with his sharp teeth, and after I blind him for life in the right eye and destroy a part of his sense of smell, he just decides to run off bleeding. Bad decision, because in the moment he passes our ship, a livyatan rises from the darkness of the sea, and eats him in one bite.
After I ran out of breath, after two minutes, I rise from the darkness too and climb back to the ship. Between shivering's and laughs, I step on the deck and move forward to my room, while singing fragment of a shanty.
"Oh mighty queen, why are thou so pretty? Too bad you´ve been taken, it's a petty. Too many men have wished your hand, and you slapped their dreams in vain. Why do you cause so much pain?" I step into my room, and stop the singing.
With two rocks that I leave on the nightstand to the left of the door, I light a candle, which I use to light the chandelier, but not this time. Time is useless in the sea, but I take out from the chest under the bed my trusty, chain clock. 00:47 am. I close it up, and put it back where it belongs. Finally, I lie down on my bed, not before blowing off the candle, and try to sleep. Thoughts and questions attack my mind in the dark.
What I´m going to do? I just left. No notes, no goodbyes. I must accept the way they decide to receive me, good or bad. If they even decide to. Does it matter? We will just stay for two or three weeks, a month if we have to. Rus is the only one who knows my past, he knows why I´m so scared, yet anxious. How is everybody doing? News is the only thing I have heard from home…no, the Candy Kingdom in three years. Being Queen must be tough. Maybe not, Marceline´s life doesn't look hard at all, and she´s a queen.
Suddenly, a spark of courage, mixed with nostalgia, made me decide what to do.
I know! First, we must get to the docks, then I will clean myself really well. Then, I will buy myself some clean robes, and ask for a reunion with her highness. I will buy a mask, and will use it when I´m with her. Must ask for a dinner, and use the name the marine gave me.
Quite the surprise I felt when I saw for the first time a wanted poster, with a bad picture of myself. In the picture, I´m giving the back and you can barely see my face, and I was dirty that day, and my hair was extremely long.
Where did they come with that name in the first place, Liam Cormac, what a name. Anyway, I´ll talk with her, and will tell her about the vessels I onw, and that I declare my loyalty to her.
I that moment, I opened my eyes, left the bed, lighted on once more the candle, and decided to burn the palm of my hand.
What an idiot, no one would want to be with Liam Cormac. I´m the most wanted pirate of the North Sea!
With thought of sadness, I take out a bottle of Rum from the closet right to the door, and decide to soak my pain in alcohol.
Why I´m such and idiot?! Why did I left?!
This rum hits hard and fast.
I drank in one sit the bottle, moved to my bed and decided to sleep. Maybe dreams will cure this pain.
Slowly and steady, I fade off to my dream.
I open my eyes, and I´m sleeping under the tree house. My body feels light, and smaller.
"Hey, Finn. Good Morning" Someone speaks, a woman, with a beautiful, soothing voice.
My body gets up automatically, and I decide to follow the voice, which came from my right. After turning my head east, I see a pink form, taller than me, prettier than a flower, and with a smile worth my soul.
"Hey, Bonnie. How ya doing?" I reply with amazement in my tone.
"Bonnie? Since when do you call me by that name Finn?" She responds, with a giggle at the end.
That little, subtle smile makes me blush. I feel the warmth in my cheeks and something even warmer in my heart.
"Wait, are you blushing? Come on, Finn! Is it because of me?" She blushes too.
She recognized that what I did was because of her beauty.
I nod two or three times, and look at her. Her dress fits perfectly with her body, and for reasons I don't understand, I want her without it. Her thin, long arms. Perfect example of the beauty of her soft, sugary skin. They give her the look of a lady, of a Queen.
The Queen of Queens.
"Princess, you are…" I don't finish my sentence, as I decide to look more at her.
"I´m a what, Finn? Hmm, Smart? Classy? Funny? Heroic?" She asks me with smile on her face, like if she was daring me to respond something different.
Her face, round, yet her cheekbones can be seen when she smiles. Her cheeks, they are little "redder" compared to the rest of her pink skin. They look soft, and cute. Right under her, nose, lay her lips. They are surely the most beautiful of all the candy women. A light pink coats them, and they shape the most beautiful smile I have seen, and cage some of the most clever and poetic words I´ve heard in my short life.
"Emm, Finn? Did you hear me?" She asks, but I don't nod this time.
Her eyebrows, a mix of brown and pink. Not too thin, not too thick. But according to modern standards of beauty, they would be called thick. Their job is to form part of her expressions, which make her so cute and smart at times. Under those two eyebrows, lay two pearls with a diamond in their center. Perfection is the word. A white that shines, even in the dark, cover two perfectly round iris´s. Their colour is an electric blue, with a bit of green close to the pupil, which are big, giving her such a feminine look.
"Perfect" I say without thinking, but it just felt right.
"Perfect? What is perfect?" She asks me, with a confused look.
Her hair falls so naturally, and it's as pink as you could think. If pink itself decide to live as something, it would be her hair. It's a thick hair, filled with thin individual locks. They are so bright, so perfect. The light bounces as it would bounce in a amethyst.
"You" I reply.
She blushes even more, and gives a shocked expression.
My body starts to move on its own, and travels from the shadow of the tree, to the light covering the green grass in which she stands. Still blushing, she sees me, but she doesn't move. I don't think I just react to her image, and to my heart whispering: Be with her.
I arrive to her and in an instant I hug her. Couple minutes pass, and my soul feels at home.
Could this be love?
I embrace the feeling, and with my eyes close, a whisper leaves me, looking for her ear.
"Please, don't ever leave me" Tone filled with sadness
"What have you become, Finn?" She asks.
"What do you meant?" I ask back.
"Look at you, please" She replies.
I open my eyes, and step back. We´re in her room now, inside the castle. Everything seems off. She looks older now, a couple of years older. Her look is mature, and full of wisdom, but still as beautiful. She takes my hand, and puts in her face, while she looks at me with concern.
Then, she drops my hand and moves to the right. A mirror was behind her, now looking at me.
I´m also older now. The top of my body is naked, and I wear a black cargo pants, with a pair of black boots on my feet. My arms are stronger now, veins are easily seen, and I have tattoos all over it, related to either war of the sea. My chest has an eagle spreading its wings tattoo, and I still have my scar, but now, scars that can only be caused because of sharks can be seen. You can describe vulgar my body as "Ripped". My face shows my age, I can't be more of 27 or 29. I have a medium, thick beard, and a scar that goes from my lower, right part of my lip, to the superior, but it's small. My cheekbones can be seen now, and my hair is short and brushed up. It has changed, as its darker now, with black roots.
"I look…" I say to myself, and admire my adult voice.
Everything looks as I have always imagined.
"Like a warrior, a hand-some warrior" She replies.
I turn my back to her, and she's wearing a beautiful, long black-red dress.
She approaches me, and kisses me in the lips. It's weird, but she has a "taste". I love it.
The kiss ends, and our bodies separate.
"Finn, I…" She says.
She looks down for a moment, then looks up once more.
"Finn, I lov" Somehow, shes interrupted by the sound of a cannon blast.
We both look to the window, and a cannonball comes right through the window. It hits me.
I wake up.
"Captain, we´re under attack" Some lad screams.
Just a dream.
I get up and run to my closet once more, not looking for rum this time, but for my captain uniform
It's a long tunic, with a hood, which colours are white, with black stripes and some red. I put it on, then my belt, then my gun holsters, then my boots, the hidden blade in my right and the hidden gun in the other one. The knifes go on the little pockets of the belt.
I leave the room running, and admire the massacre. Our boat surrounded by two vessels by our sides, and a dreadnought that lies right in front of us.
"Captain, come here" Rus screams, from the quarter deck.
I run to him, and move him aside.
"Thanks, Rus" I start to captain this boat.
"Captain" He says
"Yes, Rus?"
"Feel no fear, as Rok and Thors are coming to our aid" He tells me
I just smile.
"Why would I? For some reason they call me Boreas. I´m the ruler of the frozen seas."