Boromir opened his eyes and looked around his room. He grabbed his candle, removed the contents of his drawer, opened a secret compartment, and pulled the medallion he had took from Legolas eight years before out of it. Looking into his mirror, Boromir put the medallion around his neck. There was a knock on the door. Boromir gasped and turned around.
"Boromir?" Denethor called from behind the door. "Are you all right?" Boromir dashed to his bed, knocking over a chair in the process, pulled on his robe, and hid the medallion in his night shirt.
"Are you decent?" Denethor asked.
"Yes, Yes." Boromir replied as Denethor opened the door and walked in.
"Still abed at this hour?" Denethor chuckled. "Oh, it's a beautiful day." Denethor said as the maids opened the windows. You could see the Caribbean Sea from the windows. "I have a gift for you."
"Oh, it's beautiful." Boromir breathed as he pulled out a set of new silken robes.
"Isn't it?" Denethor smiled.
"May I inquire as to the occasion?" Boromir looked at his father.
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his son?" Denethor replied. "Go on." He said as the maids helped Boromir put on the robes. "Actually, I… I had hoped you would wear it to the ceremony today."
"The ceremony?" Boromir questioned from behind a changing screen.
"Captain Haldir's promotion ceremony." Denethor replied.
"I knew it!" Boromir replied peeking out from behind the screen.
"Commodore Haldir as he's about to become." Denethor smiled. Boromir gasped as the maids tightened the collar of the robe.
"A fine gentleelf. Don't you think?" Denethor asked. "He fancies you, you know." Boromir gasped again as the maids tightened it tighter. "Boromir, How's it coming?"
"It's difficult to say." Boromir said sounding strained.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in Arnor." Denethor replied.
"Well, men in Arnor must have learned not to breathe." Boromir gasped.
"Milord, you have a visitor." A servant entered the room and bowed.
Legolas stood in the parlor and looked around. He grabbed a candle and it broke with a noise that echoed. Quickly he stowed it in a stand with umbrellas and canes.
"Ah, Mr. Greenleaf, good to see you again." Denethor replied as he walked down the stairs.
"Good day, sir." Legolas set down the case he had been holding on a table. "I have your order." He opened the case, revealing a sword; he removed the sword, and handed it to Denethor. Denethor took the sword from Legolas.
"Well," Denethor removed the sword from it's sheathe.
"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle." Legolas said as Denethor inspected the sword. "If I may." Legolas held out his hand for the sword. Denethor handed the sword to Legolas.
"Perfectly balanced." Legolas said as he balanced the sword on one finger. "The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." Legolas flipped the sword in the air and handed it back to Denethor.
"Impressive, very impressive," Denethor laughed. "Now, now, Commodore Haldir is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments onto your master." Denethor said as he sheathed the sword and handed it to Legolas who put it back in the case. Legolas looked affronted for a brief moment before smiling and said;
"I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated." Legolas and Denethor looked up as Boromir began to walk down the stairs.
"Boromir, you look absolutely stunning." Denethor said as Boromir stopped.
"Legolas! It's so good to see you." Boromir began walking faster. "I had a dream about you last night." He said as he reached Legolas and Denethor.
"About me?" Legolas sounded confused.
"Yes, is that entirely proper for you-" Denethor was cut off by Boromir.
"About the day we met, do you remember?" Boromir smiled.
"How could I forget, Mister Boromir?" Legolas replied.
"Legolas, how many times must I ask you to call me Boromir?"Boromir smiled.
"At least once more, Mister Boromir, as always." Legolas replied.
"There, see? At least the Elf has a sense of propriety." Denethor motioned to Legolas. "Now, we really must be going. There you are." Denethor said as he grabbed the case.
"Good day, Mr. Greenleaf." Boromir said as he walked away.
"Come along." Denethor said. Legolas followed them out of the mansion.
"Good day. Boromir." Legolas said as he watched them ride off in a carriage. He walked down the stairs.
Aragorn sailed towards Port Minas Tirith. Looking down and frowning, he swung down to the bottom of his dinghy and started to bail water. After seeing three rotting corpses hanging from a rock, Aragorn dropped the bucket and stood up. He removed his hat as he read the sign that said 'Pirates, ye be warned.' He did a salute before turning back to look at the Port. There were dock workers loading a ship that stopped to watch the pirate sail towards the docks on his sinking ship. As he reached the docks, Aragorn stepped of his boat and onto the dock. He walked past the dockmaster.
"What—hey! Hold up there you." The dockmaster called to Aragorn, who turned and walked back to him. "It's a shilling to tie up you boat at the docks." He said giving Aragorn's sunken boat a pointed look. "And I shall need to know your name."
"What do you say to three shillings," Aragorn pulled out three shillings and put them on the ledger, "and we forget the name?" The dockmaster gave a look at Aragorn, the kid beside the dockmaster raised his eyebrows.
"Welcome to Port Minas Tirith, Mr. Smith." The dockmaster walked away. Aragorn smirked and walked away, but not before stopping at the podium where the dockmaster set his coin purse, picking up said purse, shaking it, and pocketing it.
Up at the fort, Boromir had a bored expression while dozens of soldiers marched forward.
Aragorn turned and walked towards the docks where the navy's ships were being held.
"Two paces, march!" a drill leader commanded. "Right about face!" Haldir walked to where he was supposed to stand. "Present arms!" Haldir walked forward to where Denethor stood. Boromir panted as he tugged at the collar of his robe. Denethor handed Haldir his sword. Haldir tossed the sword from one hand to the other before pointing it at the sky.
Aragorn walked past Eomer and Faramir as he walked towards the Interceptor.
"This dock is off limits to civilians." Faramir said as he and Eomer blocked Aragorn's way.
"Terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one I shall inform you immediately." Aragorn attempted to walk around them. "Apparently, there's some sort of high-toned and fancy to-do up at the fort. How can it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves, did not merit an invitation?"
"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." Faramir replied.
"It's a fine goal, to be sure. But it seems to me," Aragorn moved a bit to the side of the two. They followed his movements. "That a ship like that," Aragorn motioned to the Dauntless, "makes this one here a bit superfluous, really."
"The Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough." Faramir said. "But there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed." Aragorn touched his chin with his index finger and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I've heard of one. Supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable." Aragorn looked around before saying, "The Black Pearl."
"Well, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor." Eomer laughed. Faramir looked at Eomer.
"Black Pearl is a real ship." Faramir said.
"No, no, it's not." Eomer looked at Faramir and then Aragorn.
"Yes it is. I've seen it." Faramir said.
"You've seen it?" Eomer looked at Faramir.
"Yes." Faramir replied.
"You haven't seen it." Eomer laughed. Aragorn looked between the two.
"Yes, I have." Faramir insisted.
"You've seen a ship with black sails," Eomer began as Aragorn rolled his eyes in frustration, "that's crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?" Eomer said.
"No." Faramir said.
"No." Eomer said as he looked at Aragorn. Aragorn smirked briefly.
"But I have seen a ship with black sails." Faramir said.
"Oh, no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't be possibly any other ship than the Black Pearl." Eomer said as Aragorn walked around them and onto the Interceptor. "Is that what you're saying?"
"No." Faramir smiled.
"Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor."Eomer and Faramir turned to where Aragorn had been standing. "Hey!" Eomer shouted as he and Faramir jumped onto the Interceptor. "You!" Aragorn looked at them from his place at the wheel.
"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate." Eomer said as he and Faramir pointed their guns at Aragorn.
"I'm sorry. It's such a pretty boat, ship." Aragorn corrected himself.
"What's your name?" Eomer asked.
"Smith, or Smithy if you like." Aragorn responded.
"What's your purpose in Port Minas Tirith, Mr. Smith?" Eomer asked.
"Yeah, and no lies!" Faramir added.
"All right, then, I confess." Aragorn walked towards them a bit. "It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts out." Aragorn tilted his head with a superior look on his face.
"I said no lies." Faramir whined.
"I think he's telling the truth." Eomer said. Aragorn just looked at them.
"If he were telling the truth, then he wouldn't have told us." Faramir said.
"Unless he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." Aragorn cut in. Eomer and Faramir looked at each other.
After the ceremony there was a banquet.
"May I have a moment?" Haldir asked Boromir. They walked up to the battlements. Boromir leaned up against them breathing heavily. "You look lovely, Boromir." Boromir smiled and grimaced as the collar choked him.
"I, uh, apologize if I seem forward, but I must speak my mind." Haldir looked out to the sea. "This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved: a marriage to a fine person." Haldir turned to look at Boromir. Boromir looked at Haldir.
"You have become a fine person, Boromir." Haldir said.
"I can't breathe." Boromir chocked out.
"Yes, I'm a bit nervous myself." Haldir looked away from Boromir. Boromir passed out and fell off the battlements.
"And then they made me their chief." Aragorn said to Faramir and Eomer. They heard a splash and turned to see where Boromir had fallen into the water.
"Boromir?" Haldir asked as he looked around. "Boromir!" Haldir shouted as he saw the bubbles where Boromir had fallen into the water. "Oh Elbereth…." Haldir muttered as he sarted to take of his cloak.
"The rocks!"an Elf yelled as he ran up to Haldir, "It's a miracle he missed them. Boromir sunk to the bottom part ways.
"Will you be saving him?" Aragorn asked Eomer as they stood by the railing of the Interceptor.
"I can't swim." Eomer replied. Aragorn looked at Faramir who shook his head. A sour look crossed Aragorn's face.
"Pride of the King's Navy you are," Aragorn took off his hat and shoved it into Eomer, "Don't lose these." Aragorn took of his shoulder strap and sword and shoved it into Faramir. He shed his cloak and shoved it into Eomer. Finally he shoved his pistol into Faramir. He jumped off the sides towards Boromir. Just before he hit the sea floor, Boromir's necklace gave off a strange pulse. Eomer and Faramir saw it and looked at each other.
"What was that?" Faramir asked and Eomer shrugged. A strange wind started to blow. Boromir hit the sea floor. Aragorn picked up Boromir and swam to the surface. After a few seconds of trying to stay afloat, Aragorn went back underwater and pulled the robes off of Boromir, leaving him in his lighter underclothes. Aragorn surfaced and swam to the docks with Boromir in tow. Mysterious clouds rolled in, darkening the sky.
"Make way!" a soldier shouted as a group of them ran for the docks. Eomer and Faramir threw down their guns as Aragorn pulled himself onto the docks with Boromir over his shoulder.
"I got him!" Faramir said as he took Boromir from Aragorn.
"He's not breathing!" Eomer panicked.
"Move." Aragorn pushed past Eomer. Aragorn took out his Elven knife, cut the collar of the robe, and pulled it apart. Boromir coughed up some sea water. Aragorn tossed the collar to Faramir.
"Never would've thought of that." Eomer muttered.
"Clearly you've never been to the Shire." Aragorn looked at Eomer. Aragorn picked up the medallion around Boromir's neck.
"Where did you get that?" Aragorn asked. Haldir and the soldiers arrived. Halldir unsheathed his sword and placed it underneath Aragorn's chin.
"On your feet." Haldir ordered.
"Boromir." Denethor said. "Are you all right?" he asked as he pulled Boromir to his feet.
"Yes, I'm fine." Boromir whispered. Denethor took off his robe and put it around Boromir. Denethor looked at Faramir who was holding the collar. Faramir dropped it and pointed at Aragorn.
"Shoot him." Denethor commanded.
"Father." Boromir said.
"What?" Denethor asked.
"Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" Boromir looked at Haldir. The men lowered their weapons as Aragorn folded his hands in thanks. Haldir sheathed his sword.
"I believe thanks are in order." Haldir held out his hand. Aragorn hesitantly shook Haldir's hand. Haldir grabbed Aragorn's sleeve and yanked it away.
"Had a brush with the East Harad Trading Company did we, pirate?" Haldir smirked. Aragorn winced.
"Hang him." Denethor sang.
"Keep your guns on him, men. Gloin, fetch some irons." Haldir commanded. Haldir raised Aragorn's sleeve a little bit more. "Well, well." Haldir chuckled. There was the tattoo of the Elvish word for 'hope' on the background of the sea and sun on his arm. "Aragorn Ellassar, isn't it? Haldir threw Aragorn's arm down.
"Captain Aragorn Ellassar, if you please, sir." Aragorn said. Haldir looked around and smirked.
"Well I don't see your ship, Captain." Haldir smirked.
"I'm in the market, as it were." Aragorn smirked.
"He said he'd come to commandeer one." Faramir growled.
"Told you he was telling the truth," Eomer gloated. "These are his, sir." Eomer hand Aragorn's things to Haldir. Haldir picked up Aragorn's pistol.
"No additional shot nor powder." Haldir set it back down. He then picked up Aragorn's compass. "A compass that doesn't point North." Haldir set it down and partly unsheathed Aragorn's sword. Alder smirked and looked at Aragorn. "And I half expected it to be made of wood." Haldir sheathed the sword. "You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of." Haldir said.
"But you have heard of me." Aragorn smirked. Haldir grabbed Aragorn's arm and pulled him to where Gloin stood, having returned with the irons.
"Commodore, I really must protest." Boromir said as he followed them.
"Carefully Lieutenant." Haldir said.
"Pirate or not, this man saved my life." Boromir stood in front of Gloin putting the irons on Aragorn.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness." Haldir said sternly.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him." Aragorn called.
"Indeed." Haldir replied.
"Finally," Aragorn said as Gloin finished putting on the irons. Aragorn swung both arms in front of Boromir and pulled the chain against his neck. Boromir gasped.
"NO! Don't shoot!" Denethor cried. Aragorn hid behind Boromir as the soldiers moved forward.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." Aragorn smirked. "Commodore Haldir, my effects, please." Aragorn said. "And my hat." Aragorn added. Haldir glared at Aragorn.
"Commodore." Aragorn said impatiently. Haldir turned and grabbed the requested items from Eomer.
"It is Boromir, isn't it?" Aragorn asked Boromir.
"It's Mister Boromir." Boromir replied shortly.
"Mister Boromir, if you'd be so kind." Aragorn said. "Come, come dear we don't have all day." Aragorn said as Haldir handed the items to Boromir. Aragorn pointed his pistol at Boromir's head after he turned Boromir to face him. "Now if you'll be very kind." Aragorn said as Boromir put his belt back on him and put his hat on his head. Boromir glared at Aragorn. Boromir reached behind Aragorn and put his cloak on him. Aragorn smirked at Haldir who looked away.
"Easy on the goods, darling." Aragorn told Boromir.
"You're despicable." Boromir growled at Aragorn.
"Sticks and stones, love." Aragorn said. "I saved your life. You save mine. We're square." Aragorn turned Boromir around again. "Elves, Men, Dwarf, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Capatain Aragorn Ellassar." Aragorn removed the chain from around Boromir's neck and shoved him towards the soldiers. Aragorn turned, roped the chain arould a pulley, pushed a lever, and shot up as a cannon fell onto the dock, creating a hole which the soldiers fell into. The thing that had held the cannon started to spin taking Aragorn with it.
"Whoa!" Aragorn yelled as he was spun.
"Now will you shoot him?" Denethor asked.
"Open Fire!" Haldir shouted.
"Hey!" Aragorn shouted as they started to shoot at him.
"On his heels!" Haldir shouted as Aragorn landed on an archway. Aragorn used a rope like a zipline and hit the ground running.