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The Pirate AU Meme - slightly extended


(Pirate AU Meme)
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1. Boarded: Your ship has been boarded, and as captain you've been captured! Better hope the other captain gives quarter. Alternatively, it's a nice warm day for a swim. That plank was made for walking.
2. Victory: You've captured another ship! You knew those extra cannons would come in handy. And let's hope they've got lots of swag! Where's the captain? Are you the decent sort, or are you going to rub their face in it for a bit?
3. Swab the decks: You're a cabin boy! It's a good thing you don't mind doing all the dirty work, right? Anyway, the captain's calling; better see what they want.
4. Marooned: For a bit there you'd thought you were in Davy's Jones' grip, but somehow you've washed ashore with the driftwood. As you stare dazedly up from the surf, you have questions. Where are you? And who's that already on the shore?
5. Buried Treasure: Sink me! You've really found the mother lode. . . but you're not the only one. Who gets to take the treasure back to their ship? Better make sure it's you.
6. Rum: Rum, everywhere.
7. Swordfight: It's that person you can't stand! And they've taken your most valuable possession, that one of a kind thing you just can't live without! Better get that trinket back before it and your nemesis are gone over the side forever. Let's hear some swashes buckling.
8. Mutiny: The tack is full of maggots and this drinking water may as well have come from the gutter. There's one person to blame for this, and you're here to make especially sure that they pay for it. The captain does always seem to take the best treasure before everybody else.
9. Kidnapping: Don't they look rather peaceful, innocent even, sleeping so soundly there with their fancy nightclothes and pillows. Brings a tear to your eye, it does. Better take them aboard and send for a ransom.
10. Take a Gamble: Gotta spend your loot somehow, but it must have been the rum that had you bettin' everything at once! You've lost to your hornswagglin' shipmate; what did you lose, and what will they make you do now?
11. Under the Sea: You are now a Mermaid/Merman! That sailor over there sure looks appealing; let's see if you can lure them in with your charms. Don't forget that they can't breathe under water! You do seem to always forget, don't you. . .
12. Enemy from the Deep: What was that? Did you feel that? An unseen enemy is about to take this ship swiftly to the bottom of the ocean. Giant squid, enormous whales, sea serpents . . . hope you make it.
13. The Doldrums: Can you say cabin fever? The sails haven't moved in weeks. You're about seeing if your mates can relieve this awful boredom. And hopefully find some food and water. Don't squabble over it, now.
14. The Brig: Something you did has gotten you imprisoned in the very depths of this ship. How long until you see your next meal? When you see who put you here again, you'll make them pay. Hold on, maybe there's someone else here too.
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[At the mention of Figaro she arched an eyebrow, giving him a long, hard look.]
Yeah, and all I'll end up with is a fistfull of sand.
[Running her hand down the shaft of one of the bolts that came with the weapon, she shook her head.]
Rumor is that the Figaro castle hasn't been seen since the day the world got ripped apart.
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[That was the truth. It was also layered with hope that Faris would reward his kindness with the simple favor of chartering a ship for him on the sly in Nikeah -- the very same ship the pirates took over.
In hindsight, it might not have been strategically wise to entrust such a task to someone that had stolen from his crew first. Naive, really, for him to think all thieves were like Locke. What he wouldn't pay to have that treasure hunter in the ship with them now, or at least heading out to investigate such rumors for him...]
That much is true. However, my crew and I have stumbled across some intel suggesting Figaro is somewhere...
[With a sigh that was both solemn and tired -- solemn because Faris was right, Figaro was lost somewhere beneath her sands for the past year, and tired because of everything -- he slouched some more.]
...and we intend to find her. And if we do not find her, you have my word -- I will offer you everything I have instead. Including my life.
[He met her gaze again.]
Do you agree to these terms, Captain?
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What's it matter to a buncha thieves if Figaro is found again or not?
[You could practically see the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure it out.]
There's much easier targets than tryin' to find a lost castle, if you're lookin' for riches.
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You look like you're more than capable of keeping a secret, mm? Because what I have to tell you will have to accompany you to the grave. Up for it?
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Yeah? So what is it?
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I'm not really a thief.
[A silent pause as he stopped to inhale as Faris got near him. Just like last they met, the Captain had an...interesting scent about 'him', one that Edgar couldn't help noticing even if he didn't try.]
I'm the King of Figaro.
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What are you tryin' to pull?
[It was a dangerous claim to make, if it was true, admitting that you're royalty isn't exactly the best idea when you're surrounded by pirates and thieves. She spoke in a hushed voice, watching him carefully for any tricks.]
Everyone knows that the King of Figaro disappeared a year ago, along with his castle.
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[He had to pause to keep himself from tacking on the customary "my dear."]
It's too long a story for me to divulge with these bars between us; and even if I told you, I doubt you'd believe me without some proof, no?
[About all he had for proof were his blond hair (currently dyed to a pale, ashy brown) and his baby blues. Oh, and the two-faced coin he held out between his thumb and index.]
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[Closing her hand around the coin,] So what's keeping me from holdin' you for ransom?
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[His tone was playful and even, despite the fact they were, literally, discussing his fate (in so many words). Returning home to Figaro and ensuring the safety of his people was his priority. As long as he was able to do that, nothing else mattered.]
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You must be confusin' me with someone else.
[Pocketing the two-faced coin, Faris suddenly turned to stride out of the brig. There were definitely some things she needed to think about.]
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[He reached back into his pocket. He withdrew a cord instead of another two-faced coin. Cord -- no, it was a pendant. The same one the thieves took from her when she'd been captured by them at their camp. The same one she was quite adamant about having returned to her.]
I told you I'd return this to you, my dear.
[It was dark and damp and barely visible in the brig, but he was winking.]
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Give that back-
[It wasn't until then that she caught onto what he called her.]
"My dear"?
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[He swiftly stuffed the pendant back into his pocket out of her reach and winked at her with a knowing smile.]
This is my bargaining chip. I did promise to return this to you, but what good would that do me now?
[A soft hum escaped him afterward and he even rocked back and forth on his heels, tempting and teasing her with a reply, yet offering no such thing. Almost as if he didn't hear her counter.]
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What's keepin' me from going in there and just takin' it back myself?
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...because I know who you really are, and you know who I really am.
[A beat.]
Dearest.
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I dunno what the hell you're talkin' about.
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His fingers reached for the tips of her hair through the bars as he murmured some more--]
Oh, come now. Let's not be so suddenly coy, Captain. Months at sea spent in the company of your men -- [He shudders at that thought.] -- yet you've no beard, no sunburn, and you do not reek of sweat, salt, or barbaric musk.
It's clever and almost perfect, I'll give you that much.
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Methinks the little scuffle on deck knocked your brain around a little too much.
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[Sure, the flunkies "Gerad" surrounded himself with were more than happy to launch themselves into a full-out brawl with the pirates under Faris' command but Edgar wisely stayed out of the fray. Especially when it seemed the tide turned into the pirates' favor. He surrendered easily and without complaint -- he would never risk his life for those cut-throats. He only needed them to get to Figaro.]
Methinks you're deliberately avoiding the issue here. Understandable. But we are trying to bargain here.
[The tendril of hair no longer in his fingers, he smirked at her nonetheless, voice low and rich.]
I won't tell if you don't.
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There's nothin' to tell.
[If her crew knew... it could be disastrous for her. What self-respecting pirate would follow a woman? She'd probably be strung up for lying to them for all these years too. Sure she felt a bond with her crew, but she didn't know how strong that bond would hold once they found out she was a woman.]
Give me the pendant, an' I'll consider not tossing you overboard.
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[That was the end of that. Edgar could joke and tease and needle, but he also couldn't push his luck very far. He still had an obligation to Figaro, after all. Which was why even though he pushed back away from the bars and stood in the center of his cell once more at parade rest, he did not return her pendant as requested.]
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[She scowled when he showed no signs of giving the pendant back. Of course if she wanted to she could probably manhandle it back, but if she had any trouble? She'd have to call for help and then he'd rat her out. And if he is the King of Figaro, well, that was something to keep in mind too.
She stood there for some time, glowing. It was all she could do not to spin on heel and stalk off to think about it, but she couldn't risk him on his own with her secret. And she needed that pendant back. Stepping close to the bars again, she dropped her voice low.]
What're your terms? To keep your mouth shut? [A glance towards the pocket where her pendant disappeared] And to get back what's mine?
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I already told you -- ensure that my gang and I safely make it off your ship without a problem and the pendant's as good as yours. I won't say anything about my suspicions so long as you don't say anything about yours.
[A pause.]
Well?
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I'll consider it.
[And then she spun on her heel, stalking out of the room. It wasn't as though letting them go was a huge setback on her part. Couldn't really collect bounty on anyone when there was just as big a bounty on your head. Besides, there wasn't much in the way of law enforcement to turn them into anyway. And as much as she hated to admit it, she did owe him for letting her go. What annoyed her was the way he set her off balance. She was used to having the upper-hand, not scrambling to keep her footing. Her pride wouldn't allow her to agree to his terms right then and there, when it felt the most like he was playing her like a violin.]
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