Assumptions
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intheheartTitle: Assumptions
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Protip: don't mess with the captain's baby sister.
AU: EPIC PIRATE AU
Notes: none.
WARNING for bullying.
Jonathan Winters had signed on with the wrong crew.
To begin with, the captain was a woman. Not that there was anything wrong with that, he added quickly, in case she really could read his thoughts. The captain was scary. He wouldn't put witchcraft past her. And if she knew what he was thinking, she'd skin him.
There was her core crew, too. The first mate, laid-back and mild-tempered. Who ever heard of a mild-tempered pirate? The quartermaster was another woman, the helmsmaster was-- all right, the helmsmaster was actually a pretty good pirate.
And then there was the girl.
--
"Babies don't belong aboard ship," Winters said, to his mate, as the girl passed them.
His mate, Christopher Turlington, looked up from his scouring stone and hissed, "Shh! If the cap'n hears you..."
"The cap'n don't scare me," Winters said, in flagrant violation of the truth. "An' babies don't belong aboard." He spat after the girl. "Useless thing."
The girl flinched, but kept walking.
"She heard you!" Turlington said, voice edging on panic. Panic! In a pirate! "She heard you!"
Winters sniffed. "Meant she would, didn't I," he said. "Knows she's useless, don't she?"
The girl didn't look back. Coward.
--
Coward and useless. Hid belowdecks during fights, didn't do a damned thing the rest of the time except sit in the shrouds and watch the sea, or stay in her cabin, quiet-like. Would've been different if she was useful, like a boy would've been, a squeaker to run the balls and powder, but she wasn't.
Winters lay back in his hammock, stared at the beams above his head, and wondered if he should do something about her. Nothing permanent, of course; she was the captain's sister and he wasn't stupid. But something to chase her off...
Now that had promise.
--
He started slow. A fish in the girl's hammock. Little things of hers not stolen, but hidden, in places that seemed as if she'd put them down and forgotten them. Her cabin door "accidentally" blocked with a bucket of water that he'd put down and "forgotten," so she spilled it all over the deck when she came out.
Then larger things. Pitch in her hairbrush. Little things actually stolen. A foot stuck out so she tripped and fell. Her clothes fouled, her water spilled, her food burned or half-raw.
He was quite proud of himself. No one even suspected him.
--
That's what he assumed, until the afternoon he was awoken from his peaceful slumber by a boot to his rear.
He flailed awake, fell out of his hammock, and hit the deck within three seconds. The next thing he knew, a boot hit his face.
"Well, lookie here," the captain said, holding up a little book. "I believe this belongs to my sister."
"Didn't know it," he got out. If she was there, whose boot was on his face?
"Did I say you could speak?" she asked, pleasantly. "Aaron."
The mild first mate's boot crushed his face into the deck.
--
Aaron leaned on the stern and stared out over the wake, contemplatively. After a moment, Ivy joined him.
"Why not the bowsprit?" he asked.
Ivy made a face. "And mess up my pretty ship? Besides, it's a dead-- ha-- giveaway."
"Fair warning?"
She gave him a look. "We're pirates."
"True." Another pause. "Should we tell Summer that we did for him?"
To his surprise, Ivy shook her head. "No. Let her keep her innocence a little longer."
Aaron glanced down, at the corpse in the water buffeted by their wake, and nodded. "I'll keep her away from the stern."
"Good."
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Protip: don't mess with the captain's baby sister.
AU: EPIC PIRATE AU
Notes: none.
WARNING for bullying.
Jonathan Winters had signed on with the wrong crew.
To begin with, the captain was a woman. Not that there was anything wrong with that, he added quickly, in case she really could read his thoughts. The captain was scary. He wouldn't put witchcraft past her. And if she knew what he was thinking, she'd skin him.
There was her core crew, too. The first mate, laid-back and mild-tempered. Who ever heard of a mild-tempered pirate? The quartermaster was another woman, the helmsmaster was-- all right, the helmsmaster was actually a pretty good pirate.
And then there was the girl.
--
"Babies don't belong aboard ship," Winters said, to his mate, as the girl passed them.
His mate, Christopher Turlington, looked up from his scouring stone and hissed, "Shh! If the cap'n hears you..."
"The cap'n don't scare me," Winters said, in flagrant violation of the truth. "An' babies don't belong aboard." He spat after the girl. "Useless thing."
The girl flinched, but kept walking.
"She heard you!" Turlington said, voice edging on panic. Panic! In a pirate! "She heard you!"
Winters sniffed. "Meant she would, didn't I," he said. "Knows she's useless, don't she?"
The girl didn't look back. Coward.
--
Coward and useless. Hid belowdecks during fights, didn't do a damned thing the rest of the time except sit in the shrouds and watch the sea, or stay in her cabin, quiet-like. Would've been different if she was useful, like a boy would've been, a squeaker to run the balls and powder, but she wasn't.
Winters lay back in his hammock, stared at the beams above his head, and wondered if he should do something about her. Nothing permanent, of course; she was the captain's sister and he wasn't stupid. But something to chase her off...
Now that had promise.
--
He started slow. A fish in the girl's hammock. Little things of hers not stolen, but hidden, in places that seemed as if she'd put them down and forgotten them. Her cabin door "accidentally" blocked with a bucket of water that he'd put down and "forgotten," so she spilled it all over the deck when she came out.
Then larger things. Pitch in her hairbrush. Little things actually stolen. A foot stuck out so she tripped and fell. Her clothes fouled, her water spilled, her food burned or half-raw.
He was quite proud of himself. No one even suspected him.
--
That's what he assumed, until the afternoon he was awoken from his peaceful slumber by a boot to his rear.
He flailed awake, fell out of his hammock, and hit the deck within three seconds. The next thing he knew, a boot hit his face.
"Well, lookie here," the captain said, holding up a little book. "I believe this belongs to my sister."
"Didn't know it," he got out. If she was there, whose boot was on his face?
"Did I say you could speak?" she asked, pleasantly. "Aaron."
The mild first mate's boot crushed his face into the deck.
--
Aaron leaned on the stern and stared out over the wake, contemplatively. After a moment, Ivy joined him.
"Why not the bowsprit?" he asked.
Ivy made a face. "And mess up my pretty ship? Besides, it's a dead-- ha-- giveaway."
"Fair warning?"
She gave him a look. "We're pirates."
"True." Another pause. "Should we tell Summer that we did for him?"
To his surprise, Ivy shook her head. "No. Let her keep her innocence a little longer."
Aaron glanced down, at the corpse in the water buffeted by their wake, and nodded. "I'll keep her away from the stern."
"Good."
