Wewuwe Posted December 9, 2014 Share Posted December 9, 2014 I wanted to start writing one of my stories ^.^ It's rated 18+ for: Swearing Violence Sexual content Chapter one: Marcus took a drag of his cigarette, watching the ship he burned just a few moments ago. He was still bored, but it was all he could do tonight, since it was rare enough to see another ship at sea. The red head flicked the butt of the cigarette into the water, walking away from the sight of the other burning wreckage that once was a naval ship. He stepped back into his quarters and shut the door, not bothering to take off his boots as he got into his bed. Unfortunately, this wasn't the worse thing Marcus had done.. He was what the English called, "a blood-thirsty pirate." And he didn't really care. He was quite proud, since everyone thought he was this huge, horrifying-looking man, when in fact he was as skinny as a whip and had quite handsome features. That didn't stop him from being as violent as he is.. He had killed many for his young age. But that's how you survive living a life like this. He knew he was wanted, and many towns wanted him hanging in their gallows, but he was too quick. The red head could finally sleep after easing his racing mind, finding the lulling of the waves hitting the sides of the ship to be comforting. Tonight was one of the rare nights that Marcus was a heavy sleeper, and it so happened to be the rare night someone snuck onto his ship as he slept and came into his quarters... *to be continued* **feel free to leave comments, let me know what you think!** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wewuwe Posted December 22, 2014 Author Share Posted December 22, 2014 Chapter two. Marcus suddenly was cold. Too cold! He jerked forward and opened his eyes, only to be held back by the bindings on his arms against the arms of a large chair. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what happened. His eyes finally landed on a set of large, leather boots, almost too clean and un-worn looking. His eyes snapped up at the man in the boots, narrowing his eyes. The man standing above him had a straight look on his face. "I expected you to be bigger." Was all the man said. A low burr of a voice. Marcus was livid. "Who the fuck are you?" He growled, thrashing against the ropes on his wrists. "It doesn't matter who I am." The man said, leaning down to face the man. "All you need to know if that the King wants you dead." Marcus' eyes grew. He took a better look at the man. Wavy blonde hair curling past his ears. Bright blue eyes, seeping with anger. A dark blue navy uniform. Fuck. "You're a god damn navy dog!?" Marcus spat at the man's shiny shoes. "Naval officer. But close." The blonde said. "And we found you." A smile grew on his face at the last part. "This is fucking bullshit." He ripped at the ropes more, causing his skin to burn against the harsh rope. He winced, but it fueled him more to get the hell out of here. "You didn't expect to get away with killing an entire naval ship and setting it on fire, did you?" The blonde laughed at him, "you're quite dim. You're little fire display was easy to spot." He huffed, laughing at the redhead. "Piss off." Marcus dug his nails into the arms of the chair. The blonde snaked his hand out and gripped the redhead's chin tightly. "Watch your mouth. You're on my ship, so you need to learn manners." He threatened, his voice low, dark. Marcus clenched his jaw, trying to pull away. "This is going to be an annoying trip back to England with someone like you." The blonde groaned, pushing the younger mans face back into the chair. Marcus kept his face fear-less. "The sooner we get there, the sooner everyone can watch the 'savage' pirate Marcus be hung for his crimes." Fuck. Marcus knew it was only a matter of time before he was caught. *to be continued!* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wewuwe Posted December 31, 2014 Author Share Posted December 31, 2014 The blonde pulled up a chair and sat in front of the redhead. He crossed his legs casually, grabbing an apple from the small bowl of fruit sitting on a nearby table. "What are you doing?" Marcus furrowed his brow, watching the man pull out a knife and begin peeling the apple, taking each slice off and popping it into his own mouth. "My dinner was cancelled when we saw one of our brother ships on fire, so I'm famished." The blonde said, eating another piece. Marcus frowned. "What's your name anyways?" Marcus asked, "it's only fair sice you know mine." "Everyone knows your name. And they only know of the name, because if they saw what you looked like in reality, they would laugh." The blonde grinned. "Fuck off!" Marcus was furious this man knew how to make his blood boil. "My name is Barnaby Fitzgerald. I'm the captain of this ship." Barnaby said, looking up at the redhead as he took another piece of apple. Marcus wasn't impressed. "But I can't sit here as babysit you the entire night, so enjoy the confides of a chair until morning." He said as he stood up, brushing off his slacks. "Whatever." Marcus bit back, looking away. Barnaby rolled his eyes at the child and left the room. Marcus waited for it to grow silent, until all he could hear were waves against the ship. He lifted his leg just enough for his hand to stretch inside of his boot, grabbing a small knife. "Dumb fuck, leaving me alone." He grinned, as he began cutting the rope in his arms. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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