Fic: Pirates of the Caribbean: DBSK 1/?
Title: Pirates of the Caribbean - DBSK style
Pairings: YunJae. Jaemin [one-sided]
Summary: Whereby Kim Jaejoong is the son of Governor Kim, Jung Yunho is a blacksmith and Micky Yoochun is by far the worst pirate that Commodore Changmin has ever encountered.
Rating: PG
Warnings (if applicable): AU!
Disclaimer: Not mine. :(
The seas were never calm; that much was obvious as water hit the side of the ship angrily. Young Jaejoong stood at the bow, clutching the rails with his small hands, looking over the choppy sea.
“..We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up -” He sang as he was abruptly stopped as a hand was placed upon his shoulder.
“Quiet, boyo! Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us, now, do ya?” Shindong told the young man, not harshly but firmly. Immediately, the boy's face turned down cast as his eyes started to seek something else to occupy himself.
“Shindong, that would do,” Changmin said as he came up to them.
“He was singing about pirates. Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog. Mark my words.” Shingdong said, speaking a tone which indicated years of knowledge...mostly of old housewives' tales.
“Consider them marked. On your way” Changmin said without so much of a tinge of emotion.
“Aye, Lieutenant” Shindong obeyed, almost grumpily one could say.
“I think it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate,” a boyish voice countered.
Changmin looked down reprimanding, “Think again, young Jaejoong. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves - a short drop and a sudden stop.”
Jaejoong raised a brow as he looked over at Shindong questioningly who mimed a hanging motion. Jaejoong gulped and focused his attention upon the lieutenant again.
“Lieutenant Shim, I appreciate your fervor, but I'm, uh, I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my son.” Governor Kim came up the duo, glancing at Jaejoong worriedly while reserving a small glare for the lieutenant. He gently weaved his fingers into the mess of black hair while Changmin hurriedly apologized for his mistake.
“Actually, I find it all fascinating.” Jaejoong replied, looking up at his father with bright brown eyes, a grin breaking out onto his face.
The Governor sighed, “Yes. That's what concerns me” he muttered, turning away from his son, resuming his duties.
Jaejoong returned back to his gazing. The sea had a way to soothing his mind yet at the same time it brought tremors of excitement running through him. While observing the dark blue - almost gray - waters, he spotted a parasol alongside with wreckage as a young boy laid atop of it.
Wide eyes turned back to the occupants of the ship, “Look! A boy! There's a boy in the water!” he shouted whilst pointing towards the boy in such a bad state.
The shuffling of feet could be heard as boots knocked upon the wooden deck.
“Man overboard! Man the ropes. Fetch a Hook! Haul him aboard.” Changmin shouted the orders as they began to bring up the lost boy.
“He's still breathing” Changmin muttered upon initial examination.
“Mary, Mother of God,” Shindong lamented upon seeing the burning ship afar.
Upon hearing the commotion, the Governor hurried over, “What is happened here?” He asked.
Changmin looked at him, explaining “It's most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels run heavily armed.”
“A lot of good it did them. Everyone's thinking it. I'm just saying it. Pirates.” Another opinion was voice, and of course, a completely illogical, absurd reason could only arise from the likes of Shindong.
Governor Kim shot him a sharp look, “There's no proof of that. It was probably an accident.”
“Rouse the Captain immediately! Heave to and take in sail. Launch the boats.” Changmin said, having ignored the conversing two man and their conversation. With a shout of agreement from the sailors, they ran off with their duties.
“Jaejoong, I want you to accompany the boy. He'll be in your charge. Take care of him,” The Governor instructed the young boy who quickly scampered off to find the unconscious new-found boy.
Jaejoong looked down at the stranger, reaching out a hand to touch him and just about as he is going to reach him, the unconscious boy's hand shot up, grabbing his wrist midway. “Its okay, my name is Kim Jaejoong” He soothe the grasping boy calmly.
“J-j-jung Yunho,” the boy merely managed to grasp out his name before falling unconscious again. Jaejoong caressed his forehead, whispering about taking good care of him when he noticed the medallion that hung around Yunho's neck. You're a p-pirate! Jaejoong noticed. Quickly unhooking the medallion from his neck, Jaejoong examined it until he saw Changmin approaching. Immediately hiding the gold piece behind his back, Jaejoong turned to look at Changmin sweetly.
“Has he said anything?” Changmin questioned, looking at the pale boy who is partially blocked by Jaejoong
“His name is Jung Yunho. That's all I found out,” Jaejoong said quickly. A bit too quickly. Changmin simply raised an elegant brow at Jaejoong before ordering the sailors to the take the fainted boy below.
Once Changmin was out of sight, Jaejoong studied the medallion and upon looking up, he saw a ship with black flag flying at its mast as he closed his eyes.
-
The same eyes, only eight years older snapped open as the person drew a ragged breathe. Quickly throwing off his covers of his warm bed, Jaejoong opened one of his drawers, within the drawer, in a hidden box, was the medallion. He quickly put on the trinket, examining himself in the mirror until his trance like state is interrupted by a rapid knockings upon his oak doors.
“Jaejoong? Are you alright? Are you decent?” The muffled voice from the other side of the door asked which was instantly recognized as his father's aged voice. Quickly throwing a robe over his nightshirt, Jaejoong yelled a few 'yes's as he effectively tried to hide the medallion.
Immediately, the Governor barged into the slightly stuffy room as young maids scurried behind him. “Still abed at this hour?” He reprimanded gently while trotting over to the closed windows and drawn curtains to pull them apart and open.
“It's a beautiful day.” He commented as he momentarily basked in the morning sun. “I have a gift for you.” He continued as he turned around, swiftly opening up a parcel as Jaejoong curiously looked on, wondering what the parcel would reveal.
“Its great,” Jaejoong breathed, touching the entirely new set of formal apparel. However, when he looked up at his father again, a speck of suspicion coloured his eyes. “May I inquire as to the occasion?” He asked.
The Governor hesitated a moment before speaking, “Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his son?” and without waiting for a reply, he quickly shooed Jaejoong and the maids behind the changing walls, asking him to try on the new set of clothings.
“Actually, I, um...I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today.” The Governor said in a quiet and hesitant voice after Jaejoong quickly devoid of his night clothings.
“The ceremony?” Jaejoong grunted as one of the maids tightened his breeches around his waist.
“Captain Changmin's promotion ceremony, of course,” the aged man replied. Another grunt was heard before the shuffling of clothes.
“I knew it!” Jaejoong finally accused once he had enough air to gulp down his throat to muster up a full blown accusation.
“Commodore Changmin, as he's about to become! A fine gentleman, don't you think?” The Governor said pridefully, “He fancies you, you know. Jaejoong? How's it coming?”
“It's difficult to say.” He squirmed as tight white shirt was button up to the top as bow tie was elegantly snapped on, almost cutting off his air passage.
“I'm told it's the latest fashion in London.” The Governor explained.
“Well, men in London must've learned not to breathe.” Jaejoong groaned further as his clothes were readjusted.
“Milord, you have a visitor” a servant came into the room, bowing before speaking. The Governor nodded his approval before dismissing the worker as he quickly made his way downstairs.
-
Yunho studied the sconce and out of blatant curiosity reached out to touch the décor and upon doing so, a piece came off in his hand. Nervous and frightened of what to do, he quickly deposited the broken piece into the vase which held canes and umbrellas once he heard footsteps thudding down the staircase.
“Ah, Mr. Jung, good to see you again” the Governor greeted as he followed his servant down the stairs.
“Good day, sir. I have your order.” Yunho said as the Governor reached next to him while opening the case and taking out the sword.
“Well.” The Governor unsheathed the sword, carefully examining it with a raised eyebrow.
“The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may” Yunho offered his hands to carry the sword.
“Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade” He balanced the sword before flipping it and gracefully presenting it to the Governor.
The Governor was heartily impressed as he accepted the sword back. “Impressive. Very impressive. Ah, now, Commodore Changmin is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your Master. Hmm?”
Yunho felt insulted for a moment before schooling away his expression to that of gratitude and honor, “I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated.”
Light footsteps could be heard along the staircase as both men looked up to see Jaejoong descending down the steps.
“Oh, Jaejoong, you look absolutely stunning.” Governor Kim cooed. However, his praises fell on deaf ears as Jaejoong's eyes lit up upon seeing who the visitor was. His nimble steps quickly changed to that of hurried ones as he almost trampled down the steps.
“Yunho! It's so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night.” He exclaimed, making his way to where his father and Yunho stood.
“About me?” Yunho asked.
“Yes, well, is that entirely proper for you to...?” Governor Kim started but was once again ignored.
“About the day we met, do you remember?” Jaejoong asked, effectively cutting his father off.
“How could I forget, Mr Kim?” Yunho asked, abashed.
Jaejoong sighed, “Yunho, how many times must I ask you to call me Jaejoong?”
“At least once more, Mr Kim as always.” Yunho smiled.
The Governor chose the correct moment to cut through, “There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going.” Handing Jaejoong his parasol, he quickly lead his son out of the door and towards the carriage.
“Good day, Mr. Jung” Jaejoong said icily before turning towards his ride as his father hurried him through.
“Come along now,” The old man guided his only son towards the brilliantly droned carriage.
“Good day...” Yunho said as the carriage began to leave his sight, “...Jaejoong”
-
The port is buzzing with activity until everyone stop what they are doing upon seeing a rather strange sight. Some bemused, others confused. Micky Yoochun was spotted, standing upon her boat's mast proudly which sunk as it neared the port and just about as it reached the dock, she simply walked off the mast of the boat.
The habourmaster made his way down the dock and upon seeing Yoochun, he called out, “ What - hey. Hold up, there, you. It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock” Both of them turned around to look at the sunken boat. “And I shall need to know your name” he continued.
Yoochun dug out three shillings, placing it on the habourmaster's book, grinning at him, “What d'ye say to three shillings... and we forget the name?”
The habourmaster looked at the shillings and back to Yoochun, “Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Park.”
Yoochun swaggered down the dock until coming across the habourmaster's money pouch before he pocketed it.
-
“This dock is off limits to civilians.” Eunkyuk stated firmly upon spotting Yoochun as the two guards blocked his path.
“I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately” Yoochun tried to continue his way down the dock before getting thwarted again. “Apparently there's some sort of high toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh? How could 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.” Donghae said.
“It's a fine goal to be sure but it seems to me that a... a ship like that” Yoochun shifted a little while pointing towards the dauntless, “makes this one here a bit superfluous, really.”
“Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed.” Donghae boasted, his head lifting up high.
“I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast - nigh un-catchable” He said until his voice creased to a whisper. “...the Black Pearl.”
“Well...there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor.” Eunkyuk countered.
“The Black Pearl is a real ship.” Donghae argued back.
“No, no it's not.” Eunhyuk said incredulously.
“Yes, it is, I've seen it.” Donghae replied.
“You've seen it?”
“Yes.”
“You haven't seen it.”
“Yes, I have.”
“You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?”
“No.”
“No.”
“But I have seen a ship with black sails.” Yoochun rolled his eyes at their banter before slipping past them.
“Oh, and 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 possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?” Eunhyuk asked again.
“No” Donghae shook his head.
“Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor...” Eunhyuk wanted to continue to his argument but trailed off upon seeing Yoochun at the wheel of the Interceptor.
“Hey! You! Get away from there.” Both of them shouted as they too ran aboard the magnificent ship.
“You don't have permission to be aboard here.” They ordered, folding their arms across their chests, in a stern manner.
“I'm sorry, it's just - it's such a pretty boat. Ship.” Yoochun said as he caressed its wheel.
“What's your name?”Donghae asked.
“Mr. Park, if you will.” Yoochun answered.
“What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Park?” Eunhyuk asked.
“Yeah. And no lies.” Donghae backed up his fellow comrade, nodding his head.
Yoochun sighed, rolling his eyes again he began peaking, “Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!”
“I said no lies!” Donghae exclaimed.
“I think he's telling the truth.” Eunkyuk elbowed his partner.
“If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.” Donghae argued back.
“Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you.” Yoochun said, this time fighting the urge to roll his eyes once again.
Meanwhile on the battlements of the Fort, Changmin approached Jaejoong as they stepped onto the platform. Jaejoong walked over to steady himself as he fanned himself hastily and trying to catch his breath. “Uh, you look wonderful, Jaejoong.” At this, Jaejoong half-heartedly chuckled softly.
“Uh, I apologize if I seem forward, but I... must speak my mind. This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved. Uh... a marriage to a fine spouse. You would make a fine spouse indeed, Jaejoong.” Changmin mostly mumbled out the words as he turned his back towards Jaejoong unable to look him in the eye. Jaejoong barely caught onto the words as he had worse problems to deal at hand. Such as...
“I can't breathe.” Jaejoong grasped out, his fanning becoming rapid for his tightly fastened clothes were really blocking his air passage.
“Yes, I... I'm a bit nervous myself” Changmin agreed, still unaware that they were not conversing on the same topic and the state that Jaejoong was in.
Before Changmin could face Jaejoong again, Jaejoong fainted due the lack of oxygen, falling over the battlement, heading straight for the sea below it.
Back at the Interceptor, Yoochun finished up yet another story, “...and then they made me their chief.” when the three of them noticed a body falling over the battlement towards the waters.
“Jaejoong?” Changmin finally turned around to where Jaejoong was previously standing upon receiving no replies. However, he was surprised to see no one standing there. “Jaejoong! My God” He cried when he finally noticed that he had fallen over the battlement and futilely attempted to dive after him as someone stopped him.
“The rocks! Sir, it's a miracle he missed them.”
Yoochun saw the body fall into the blue water with loud splash, barely missing the rocks. “Will you be saving him then?” He asked the two gaurds.
Eunkyuk shook his head, “I can't swim.” He defended himself.
Yoochun then glanced at Donghae who stared back at him, causing him to sigh deeply, “Pride of the King's Navy you are” he muttered as he started taking off his effects. “Do not lose these,” he instructed as he dived into the water.
Diving deeply through the water, Yoochun grasped the front of the boy's shirt after locating him, tearing away the first few buttons causing the medallion he hung around his neck to come into view. A beat sounded through the water as the medallion called out to the Black Pearl. He heaved the boy up to the surface, near the ship as Eunkyuk and Donghae helped Jaejoong up onto the ship.
“Ooh, I got him.” Donghae said and upon examining the boy after laying him upon the wooden floor of the ship he exclaimed, “He's not breathing!”
Yoochun shoved him aside after coming up to them as he tore his bowtie away and the remaining of his shirt, handing the torn clothes to Donghae as Jaejoong spat out the water he had swallowed and greedily takes in huge gulps of oxygen into his dying lungs.
Donghae stared at the clothes in his hands, “Never would've thought of that.”
“Clearly you've never been to Singapore” Yoochun commented until his attention was claimed by the medallion that hung around Jaejoong's neck, “Where did you get that?” he asked, whilst eying the medallion.
However before Jaejoong could offer a reply, a sword was placed upon Yoochun's neck, a voice ordering him to get up on his feet.
“ Jaejoong, are you alright?” Governor asked frantically, rounding up on Jaejoong after taking in his disheveled appearance and his torn shirt, half of which was gone.
“Yes, I'm fine.” Jaejoong breathed, clutching on to his father.
The Governor looked over at Donghae who was holding his son's torn shirt, shooting him a sharp glare who turned to motion at Yoochun causing the Governor's glare to be fixated upon the pirate now. “Shoot him,” He ordered.
“Father!” Jaejoong protested, “Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?”
Commodore contemplated for a while before lowering his sword and saying, “I believe thanks are in order.”
When Changmin extended his hand to shake Yoochun's, the cuff of his shirt lifted to show a 'P' standing for pirate. “Had a brush with the East India Trading company, did we, pirate?” He said menacingly.
“Hang him” The Governor ordered.
“Keep your guns on him, men. Someone fetch some irons.” Changmin ordered. He narrowed his eyes on him upon seeing a tattoo which stated, 'Micky', “Well, well... Micky Yoochun, isn't it?”
“Captain Micky Yoochun, if you please, sir.” He replied with a grit of his teeth.
Changmin raised his perfect eyebrow, “Well, I don't see your ship...Captain.”
Not allowing his pride to be wounded, he lifted his head higher, “I'm in the market as it were.”
“He said he'd come to commandeer one.” Donghae supplied as his partner backed him up by offering Yoochun's effects.
“No additional shots nor powder. A compass that doesn't point north.” Changmin examined his effects. As soon as he unsheathed his sword, he smirked while commenting, “And I half expected it to be made out of wood. You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of.”
“But you have heard of me.” he rebuked as he was manhandled as the guards put him on chains.
“Commodore, I really must protest.” Jaejoong strode up to Changmin, leaving his father's side, “Pirate or not this man saved my life.”
“One good deed is not enough to redeem a person of a lifetime of wickedness.” Changmin did not turn around to face Jaejoong for he was busy glaring daggers at the pirate.
“Though it seems enough to condemn them.” Yoochun muttered.
“Indeed” Commodore agreed as guards moved away from Yoochun.
“Finally,” Yoochun sighed as he threw his chains around Jaejoong's neck.
The Governor's eyes widened exceptionally, “No, don't shoot!” He ordered, dearly concerned for the safety of his only son.
“I knew you'd warm up to me. Commodore Changmin, my effects, please, and my hat” He ordered as he bent his head slightly to whisper in Jaejoong's ear, “Jaejoong . It is Jaejoong isn't it?”
“Its Mr. Kim,” Jaejoong said coldly, struggling against the pirate.
“Ah, Mr Kim, if you'd be so kind. Come, come, dear. We don't have all day. Now if you'd be very kind,” Yoochun said leading Jaejoong away from the crowd, whilst strapping his effects on.
“You're despicable.” Jaejoong growled at him.
“Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you save mine, we're square. Gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Micky Yoochun!”
“Now, will you shoot him?” Governor Kim requested, while going up to his son.
Yoochun was shot at his heels though the shots missed him by a range.
“Guards, Mr. Yoochun has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I would hate for him to miss it.” Changmin said he saw Yoochun hoop his chains over a rope and slide down to the ground.
“Search upstairs. Look lively, men.”
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Pairings: YunJae. Jaemin [one-sided]
Summary: Whereby Kim Jaejoong is the son of Governor Kim, Jung Yunho is a blacksmith and Micky Yoochun is by far the worst pirate that Commodore Changmin has ever encountered.
Rating: PG
Warnings (if applicable): AU!
Disclaimer: Not mine. :(
The seas were never calm; that much was obvious as water hit the side of the ship angrily. Young Jaejoong stood at the bow, clutching the rails with his small hands, looking over the choppy sea.
“..We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up -” He sang as he was abruptly stopped as a hand was placed upon his shoulder.
“Quiet, boyo! Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us, now, do ya?” Shindong told the young man, not harshly but firmly. Immediately, the boy's face turned down cast as his eyes started to seek something else to occupy himself.
“Shindong, that would do,” Changmin said as he came up to them.
“He was singing about pirates. Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog. Mark my words.” Shingdong said, speaking a tone which indicated years of knowledge...mostly of old housewives' tales.
“Consider them marked. On your way” Changmin said without so much of a tinge of emotion.
“Aye, Lieutenant” Shindong obeyed, almost grumpily one could say.
“I think it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate,” a boyish voice countered.
Changmin looked down reprimanding, “Think again, young Jaejoong. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves - a short drop and a sudden stop.”
Jaejoong raised a brow as he looked over at Shindong questioningly who mimed a hanging motion. Jaejoong gulped and focused his attention upon the lieutenant again.
“Lieutenant Shim, I appreciate your fervor, but I'm, uh, I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my son.” Governor Kim came up the duo, glancing at Jaejoong worriedly while reserving a small glare for the lieutenant. He gently weaved his fingers into the mess of black hair while Changmin hurriedly apologized for his mistake.
“Actually, I find it all fascinating.” Jaejoong replied, looking up at his father with bright brown eyes, a grin breaking out onto his face.
The Governor sighed, “Yes. That's what concerns me” he muttered, turning away from his son, resuming his duties.
Jaejoong returned back to his gazing. The sea had a way to soothing his mind yet at the same time it brought tremors of excitement running through him. While observing the dark blue - almost gray - waters, he spotted a parasol alongside with wreckage as a young boy laid atop of it.
Wide eyes turned back to the occupants of the ship, “Look! A boy! There's a boy in the water!” he shouted whilst pointing towards the boy in such a bad state.
The shuffling of feet could be heard as boots knocked upon the wooden deck.
“Man overboard! Man the ropes. Fetch a Hook! Haul him aboard.” Changmin shouted the orders as they began to bring up the lost boy.
“He's still breathing” Changmin muttered upon initial examination.
“Mary, Mother of God,” Shindong lamented upon seeing the burning ship afar.
Upon hearing the commotion, the Governor hurried over, “What is happened here?” He asked.
Changmin looked at him, explaining “It's most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels run heavily armed.”
“A lot of good it did them. Everyone's thinking it. I'm just saying it. Pirates.” Another opinion was voice, and of course, a completely illogical, absurd reason could only arise from the likes of Shindong.
Governor Kim shot him a sharp look, “There's no proof of that. It was probably an accident.”
“Rouse the Captain immediately! Heave to and take in sail. Launch the boats.” Changmin said, having ignored the conversing two man and their conversation. With a shout of agreement from the sailors, they ran off with their duties.
“Jaejoong, I want you to accompany the boy. He'll be in your charge. Take care of him,” The Governor instructed the young boy who quickly scampered off to find the unconscious new-found boy.
Jaejoong looked down at the stranger, reaching out a hand to touch him and just about as he is going to reach him, the unconscious boy's hand shot up, grabbing his wrist midway. “Its okay, my name is Kim Jaejoong” He soothe the grasping boy calmly.
“J-j-jung Yunho,” the boy merely managed to grasp out his name before falling unconscious again. Jaejoong caressed his forehead, whispering about taking good care of him when he noticed the medallion that hung around Yunho's neck. You're a p-pirate! Jaejoong noticed. Quickly unhooking the medallion from his neck, Jaejoong examined it until he saw Changmin approaching. Immediately hiding the gold piece behind his back, Jaejoong turned to look at Changmin sweetly.
“Has he said anything?” Changmin questioned, looking at the pale boy who is partially blocked by Jaejoong
“His name is Jung Yunho. That's all I found out,” Jaejoong said quickly. A bit too quickly. Changmin simply raised an elegant brow at Jaejoong before ordering the sailors to the take the fainted boy below.
Once Changmin was out of sight, Jaejoong studied the medallion and upon looking up, he saw a ship with black flag flying at its mast as he closed his eyes.
-
The same eyes, only eight years older snapped open as the person drew a ragged breathe. Quickly throwing off his covers of his warm bed, Jaejoong opened one of his drawers, within the drawer, in a hidden box, was the medallion. He quickly put on the trinket, examining himself in the mirror until his trance like state is interrupted by a rapid knockings upon his oak doors.
“Jaejoong? Are you alright? Are you decent?” The muffled voice from the other side of the door asked which was instantly recognized as his father's aged voice. Quickly throwing a robe over his nightshirt, Jaejoong yelled a few 'yes's as he effectively tried to hide the medallion.
Immediately, the Governor barged into the slightly stuffy room as young maids scurried behind him. “Still abed at this hour?” He reprimanded gently while trotting over to the closed windows and drawn curtains to pull them apart and open.
“It's a beautiful day.” He commented as he momentarily basked in the morning sun. “I have a gift for you.” He continued as he turned around, swiftly opening up a parcel as Jaejoong curiously looked on, wondering what the parcel would reveal.
“Its great,” Jaejoong breathed, touching the entirely new set of formal apparel. However, when he looked up at his father again, a speck of suspicion coloured his eyes. “May I inquire as to the occasion?” He asked.
The Governor hesitated a moment before speaking, “Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his son?” and without waiting for a reply, he quickly shooed Jaejoong and the maids behind the changing walls, asking him to try on the new set of clothings.
“Actually, I, um...I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today.” The Governor said in a quiet and hesitant voice after Jaejoong quickly devoid of his night clothings.
“The ceremony?” Jaejoong grunted as one of the maids tightened his breeches around his waist.
“Captain Changmin's promotion ceremony, of course,” the aged man replied. Another grunt was heard before the shuffling of clothes.
“I knew it!” Jaejoong finally accused once he had enough air to gulp down his throat to muster up a full blown accusation.
“Commodore Changmin, as he's about to become! A fine gentleman, don't you think?” The Governor said pridefully, “He fancies you, you know. Jaejoong? How's it coming?”
“It's difficult to say.” He squirmed as tight white shirt was button up to the top as bow tie was elegantly snapped on, almost cutting off his air passage.
“I'm told it's the latest fashion in London.” The Governor explained.
“Well, men in London must've learned not to breathe.” Jaejoong groaned further as his clothes were readjusted.
“Milord, you have a visitor” a servant came into the room, bowing before speaking. The Governor nodded his approval before dismissing the worker as he quickly made his way downstairs.
-
Yunho studied the sconce and out of blatant curiosity reached out to touch the décor and upon doing so, a piece came off in his hand. Nervous and frightened of what to do, he quickly deposited the broken piece into the vase which held canes and umbrellas once he heard footsteps thudding down the staircase.
“Ah, Mr. Jung, good to see you again” the Governor greeted as he followed his servant down the stairs.
“Good day, sir. I have your order.” Yunho said as the Governor reached next to him while opening the case and taking out the sword.
“Well.” The Governor unsheathed the sword, carefully examining it with a raised eyebrow.
“The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may” Yunho offered his hands to carry the sword.
“Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade” He balanced the sword before flipping it and gracefully presenting it to the Governor.
The Governor was heartily impressed as he accepted the sword back. “Impressive. Very impressive. Ah, now, Commodore Changmin is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your Master. Hmm?”
Yunho felt insulted for a moment before schooling away his expression to that of gratitude and honor, “I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated.”
Light footsteps could be heard along the staircase as both men looked up to see Jaejoong descending down the steps.
“Oh, Jaejoong, you look absolutely stunning.” Governor Kim cooed. However, his praises fell on deaf ears as Jaejoong's eyes lit up upon seeing who the visitor was. His nimble steps quickly changed to that of hurried ones as he almost trampled down the steps.
“Yunho! It's so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night.” He exclaimed, making his way to where his father and Yunho stood.
“About me?” Yunho asked.
“Yes, well, is that entirely proper for you to...?” Governor Kim started but was once again ignored.
“About the day we met, do you remember?” Jaejoong asked, effectively cutting his father off.
“How could I forget, Mr Kim?” Yunho asked, abashed.
Jaejoong sighed, “Yunho, how many times must I ask you to call me Jaejoong?”
“At least once more, Mr Kim as always.” Yunho smiled.
The Governor chose the correct moment to cut through, “There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going.” Handing Jaejoong his parasol, he quickly lead his son out of the door and towards the carriage.
“Good day, Mr. Jung” Jaejoong said icily before turning towards his ride as his father hurried him through.
“Come along now,” The old man guided his only son towards the brilliantly droned carriage.
“Good day...” Yunho said as the carriage began to leave his sight, “...Jaejoong”
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The port is buzzing with activity until everyone stop what they are doing upon seeing a rather strange sight. Some bemused, others confused. Micky Yoochun was spotted, standing upon her boat's mast proudly which sunk as it neared the port and just about as it reached the dock, she simply walked off the mast of the boat.
The habourmaster made his way down the dock and upon seeing Yoochun, he called out, “ What - hey. Hold up, there, you. It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock” Both of them turned around to look at the sunken boat. “And I shall need to know your name” he continued.
Yoochun dug out three shillings, placing it on the habourmaster's book, grinning at him, “What d'ye say to three shillings... and we forget the name?”
The habourmaster looked at the shillings and back to Yoochun, “Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Park.”
Yoochun swaggered down the dock until coming across the habourmaster's money pouch before he pocketed it.
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“This dock is off limits to civilians.” Eunkyuk stated firmly upon spotting Yoochun as the two guards blocked his path.
“I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately” Yoochun tried to continue his way down the dock before getting thwarted again. “Apparently there's some sort of high toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh? How could 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.” Donghae said.
“It's a fine goal to be sure but it seems to me that a... a ship like that” Yoochun shifted a little while pointing towards the dauntless, “makes this one here a bit superfluous, really.”
“Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed.” Donghae boasted, his head lifting up high.
“I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast - nigh un-catchable” He said until his voice creased to a whisper. “...the Black Pearl.”
“Well...there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor.” Eunkyuk countered.
“The Black Pearl is a real ship.” Donghae argued back.
“No, no it's not.” Eunhyuk said incredulously.
“Yes, it is, I've seen it.” Donghae replied.
“You've seen it?”
“Yes.”
“You haven't seen it.”
“Yes, I have.”
“You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?”
“No.”
“No.”
“But I have seen a ship with black sails.” Yoochun rolled his eyes at their banter before slipping past them.
“Oh, and 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 possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?” Eunhyuk asked again.
“No” Donghae shook his head.
“Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor...” Eunhyuk wanted to continue to his argument but trailed off upon seeing Yoochun at the wheel of the Interceptor.
“Hey! You! Get away from there.” Both of them shouted as they too ran aboard the magnificent ship.
“You don't have permission to be aboard here.” They ordered, folding their arms across their chests, in a stern manner.
“I'm sorry, it's just - it's such a pretty boat. Ship.” Yoochun said as he caressed its wheel.
“What's your name?”Donghae asked.
“Mr. Park, if you will.” Yoochun answered.
“What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Park?” Eunhyuk asked.
“Yeah. And no lies.” Donghae backed up his fellow comrade, nodding his head.
Yoochun sighed, rolling his eyes again he began peaking, “Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!”
“I said no lies!” Donghae exclaimed.
“I think he's telling the truth.” Eunkyuk elbowed his partner.
“If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.” Donghae argued back.
“Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you.” Yoochun said, this time fighting the urge to roll his eyes once again.
Meanwhile on the battlements of the Fort, Changmin approached Jaejoong as they stepped onto the platform. Jaejoong walked over to steady himself as he fanned himself hastily and trying to catch his breath. “Uh, you look wonderful, Jaejoong.” At this, Jaejoong half-heartedly chuckled softly.
“Uh, I apologize if I seem forward, but I... must speak my mind. This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved. Uh... a marriage to a fine spouse. You would make a fine spouse indeed, Jaejoong.” Changmin mostly mumbled out the words as he turned his back towards Jaejoong unable to look him in the eye. Jaejoong barely caught onto the words as he had worse problems to deal at hand. Such as...
“I can't breathe.” Jaejoong grasped out, his fanning becoming rapid for his tightly fastened clothes were really blocking his air passage.
“Yes, I... I'm a bit nervous myself” Changmin agreed, still unaware that they were not conversing on the same topic and the state that Jaejoong was in.
Before Changmin could face Jaejoong again, Jaejoong fainted due the lack of oxygen, falling over the battlement, heading straight for the sea below it.
Back at the Interceptor, Yoochun finished up yet another story, “...and then they made me their chief.” when the three of them noticed a body falling over the battlement towards the waters.
“Jaejoong?” Changmin finally turned around to where Jaejoong was previously standing upon receiving no replies. However, he was surprised to see no one standing there. “Jaejoong! My God” He cried when he finally noticed that he had fallen over the battlement and futilely attempted to dive after him as someone stopped him.
“The rocks! Sir, it's a miracle he missed them.”
Yoochun saw the body fall into the blue water with loud splash, barely missing the rocks. “Will you be saving him then?” He asked the two gaurds.
Eunkyuk shook his head, “I can't swim.” He defended himself.
Yoochun then glanced at Donghae who stared back at him, causing him to sigh deeply, “Pride of the King's Navy you are” he muttered as he started taking off his effects. “Do not lose these,” he instructed as he dived into the water.
Diving deeply through the water, Yoochun grasped the front of the boy's shirt after locating him, tearing away the first few buttons causing the medallion he hung around his neck to come into view. A beat sounded through the water as the medallion called out to the Black Pearl. He heaved the boy up to the surface, near the ship as Eunkyuk and Donghae helped Jaejoong up onto the ship.
“Ooh, I got him.” Donghae said and upon examining the boy after laying him upon the wooden floor of the ship he exclaimed, “He's not breathing!”
Yoochun shoved him aside after coming up to them as he tore his bowtie away and the remaining of his shirt, handing the torn clothes to Donghae as Jaejoong spat out the water he had swallowed and greedily takes in huge gulps of oxygen into his dying lungs.
Donghae stared at the clothes in his hands, “Never would've thought of that.”
“Clearly you've never been to Singapore” Yoochun commented until his attention was claimed by the medallion that hung around Jaejoong's neck, “Where did you get that?” he asked, whilst eying the medallion.
However before Jaejoong could offer a reply, a sword was placed upon Yoochun's neck, a voice ordering him to get up on his feet.
“ Jaejoong, are you alright?” Governor asked frantically, rounding up on Jaejoong after taking in his disheveled appearance and his torn shirt, half of which was gone.
“Yes, I'm fine.” Jaejoong breathed, clutching on to his father.
The Governor looked over at Donghae who was holding his son's torn shirt, shooting him a sharp glare who turned to motion at Yoochun causing the Governor's glare to be fixated upon the pirate now. “Shoot him,” He ordered.
“Father!” Jaejoong protested, “Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?”
Commodore contemplated for a while before lowering his sword and saying, “I believe thanks are in order.”
When Changmin extended his hand to shake Yoochun's, the cuff of his shirt lifted to show a 'P' standing for pirate. “Had a brush with the East India Trading company, did we, pirate?” He said menacingly.
“Hang him” The Governor ordered.
“Keep your guns on him, men. Someone fetch some irons.” Changmin ordered. He narrowed his eyes on him upon seeing a tattoo which stated, 'Micky', “Well, well... Micky Yoochun, isn't it?”
“Captain Micky Yoochun, if you please, sir.” He replied with a grit of his teeth.
Changmin raised his perfect eyebrow, “Well, I don't see your ship...Captain.”
Not allowing his pride to be wounded, he lifted his head higher, “I'm in the market as it were.”
“He said he'd come to commandeer one.” Donghae supplied as his partner backed him up by offering Yoochun's effects.
“No additional shots nor powder. A compass that doesn't point north.” Changmin examined his effects. As soon as he unsheathed his sword, he smirked while commenting, “And I half expected it to be made out of wood. You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of.”
“But you have heard of me.” he rebuked as he was manhandled as the guards put him on chains.
“Commodore, I really must protest.” Jaejoong strode up to Changmin, leaving his father's side, “Pirate or not this man saved my life.”
“One good deed is not enough to redeem a person of a lifetime of wickedness.” Changmin did not turn around to face Jaejoong for he was busy glaring daggers at the pirate.
“Though it seems enough to condemn them.” Yoochun muttered.
“Indeed” Commodore agreed as guards moved away from Yoochun.
“Finally,” Yoochun sighed as he threw his chains around Jaejoong's neck.
The Governor's eyes widened exceptionally, “No, don't shoot!” He ordered, dearly concerned for the safety of his only son.
“I knew you'd warm up to me. Commodore Changmin, my effects, please, and my hat” He ordered as he bent his head slightly to whisper in Jaejoong's ear, “Jaejoong . It is Jaejoong isn't it?”
“Its Mr. Kim,” Jaejoong said coldly, struggling against the pirate.
“Ah, Mr Kim, if you'd be so kind. Come, come, dear. We don't have all day. Now if you'd be very kind,” Yoochun said leading Jaejoong away from the crowd, whilst strapping his effects on.
“You're despicable.” Jaejoong growled at him.
“Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you save mine, we're square. Gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Micky Yoochun!”
“Now, will you shoot him?” Governor Kim requested, while going up to his son.
Yoochun was shot at his heels though the shots missed him by a range.
“Guards, Mr. Yoochun has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I would hate for him to miss it.” Changmin said he saw Yoochun hoop his chains over a rope and slide down to the ground.
“Search upstairs. Look lively, men.”
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