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01 October 2006 @ 12:05 am
Supernatural Slash Fanfiction: Fortune's Fair Disregard (AU Sam/Dean PirateFic-- the Romantic one)  
Title: Fortune’s Fair Disregard
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam/Dean (Pirate AU, Slash, Romance)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pirates and romance on the high seas, featuring a handsome captain and a comely cabin boy.
Author's Notes: This is the first pirateFic, because I could not get a smidgen of crack the first time I tried this. The cracky PirateFic is here, and both are to be blamed on the workings of summercon (and impertinence in particular).

Serendipitous visuals by leyna55 to get you in the mood can be found here.

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There be those that love the sea, though the sea cares not for their sorry fates.

Sailing the black waters in search of new fortune, ‘tis a long and lonely journey such fools undertake…

“Avast! ‘Tis an island off t’ starboard!” The night crew boasts better sightings than the darkness should allow.

“Hard about!” shouts the captain. Through the spyglass, the view promises opportunity. Lamp lights, though the island be small.

“Aye-aye, sir!”

The ship swings mightily, sea-swells striking the hull.

“Just as I said, is it not?” the voice drifts in quietly from behind. ‘Tis the tall lad they picked up last November, a browbeaten clerk from a merchant’s storehouse who’d longed to escape such a puny, useless life. A gangly fellow, though not overmuch, given to books and legends and maps. He possesses a knack for finding decent prospects, and a favored position that ‘tis rumored includes the captain’s bed.

“Arr, an’ it be,” the Black Angel replies. “Be they riches ahead, or rum for the hold?”

“Likely both,” says young Samuel, and his captain is pleased.

“Under cover of night we’ll go, and bring the spoils in well before dawn.” The Black Angel is none so fearsome as his father Deadly John, but when a plan goes poorly then ‘tis said his mercy is scarce. Samuel hopes to be spared the knowing of it; he needs no muddying of the image in his heart.

The ship steers gently into a hidden cove, and then the longboats are brought forth for the evening’s skirmish. Four in all, each ten men strong, they pull quietly toward the shore where the scattered lights beckon.

The Captain rides with the first boat, leading the silent charge into the town. In teams they attack the big houses first, taking their pick from the richest they can find. To the merchants and taverns next they go—for hordes of supplies and drink and the free-flowing stashes of coins.

“Take only what you may carry,” the Captain cautions. Greed sings in a pirate’s blood, but few fortunes are worth the stocks or the gallows.

“Yon maidens can be made to walk,” the first mate says. Some eight of them tremble nearby, all of them half the girth of their would-be captor.

“’Tis a bonny bouquet ye have found, me boy.” A comely flaxen-haired girl catches hold of the captain’s gaze. Her eyes shy away from his, out of fear or some clever form of coyness. He cares not what the reason—he is a man of appetites, savoring beauty and challenge both. “Take them with ye then, and keep the blushing milk-rose lass for me.”

Townspeople are gathering, some with weapons and desperate resolve.

“Our mission is at an end,” shouts the Captain. “Gather, me crew, and return in haste!”

‘Tis a clash of steel in the night that marks their passage—angling backwards to the ocean, battling heartily as they go. Bundling sailors and spoils into the boats, they swift-stroke in haste toward the escape that waits at the ship.

Dark-haired Samuel leans over the railing, watching movement in the dark. There, under the moonlight, comes the Captain’s return. Samuel is giddy with relief, his limbs a-tremble as the boats are docked below.

Hand-over-hand he works beside the others to pull the cargo up on deck. Golden goblets, silver place-settings and scores of candlesticks mark the first load. The Captain comes in after the second, his eyes aglow with the bloodsong of a pirate’s post-victory thrill.

“Captain, you look well,” Samuel bursts out.

“That I be, dear lad, that I be.” The Captain clasps Samuel’s arms, brimming over with energy. He is radiant with the hunt, as handsome as ever to Samuel’s eyes.

“There be riches and wenches from the haul,” the Captain says. “Ye shall have your chance as well—any lass that ye desire.”

Samuel’s face stills, his gaze dropping toward the deck. “’Tis generous,” he murmurs. “But I have no need of it.”

The Captain steps closer, makes his plea in quiet tones. “Lad, ‘tis but harmless,” he says. “I mind it not if ye wish it.”

“But I do,” Samuel says. His affair with the Captain has made him as happy and whole as a man dares hope. Is it not the same for Captain, then? Is Samuel a convenience and nothing more? “All I might want or need is here,” Samuel admits. He pulls back, never meeting the eyes that would wound him farther. “I’ll make my bed in the galley.” He slips below the deck, determined to keep his dignity as best he can.

Revels echo across the deck, the crew quashing flagons of rum and fiddles playing merrily over the cries of the unfortunate girls. In the galley, Samuel welcomes the comfort of the ship’s cats against the loneliness of the night.

A hand brings him out of his sleep. “Is it morning already?” he asks.

The face looking down at him is as familiar now as his own. “Nay, but I would not have ye stay here.” There is apology in that touch, one he is all too ready to hear.

The Captain’s room is warm and welcoming in the candlelight that beckons inside. A nervous glance shows the bed to be empty, and the hand on Samuel’s waist urges him to turn and accept the gift he is offered.

‘Tis the face of an angel before him indeed, the name altered for the black deeds of the Captain’s choosing. If those deeds include the marking of his soul, for this man whose claim on him is impossible to resist, Samuel cares not—for he traded honor for adventure some time ago.

Those full, perfect lips fill Samuel’s vision before closing on his mouth in sweet caress. In a flurry of jerkins, leggings and blouses they are soon skin to skin, need to desire, and every stroke and kiss gives reassurance to the questions that came before.

The Black Angel devours Samuel, though he gives himself willingly, and lost in the hazy bliss of sharp pleasure and contentment they bring everything full circle again.

A knocking sound rouses Samuel from his Captain’s shoulder sometime later, and he opens his eyes to the beginnings of daylight.

The sound comes not from outside, but from within the room—following a shadowy figure as it bumbles into furniture… and through it.

Samuel shakes the Captain awake, gesturing off toward their unwelcome visitor. “Yes, me lad? Oh nay, not again!” The Captain sits up, throwing bedclothes aside in shameless urgency.

“One-eyed Billy,” he growls. “What ‘ave I told ye about traipsing into me quarters?”

“Oooooooh,” moans the ghost, waving seaweed-covered arms.

“Nay, none o’ that now. We’ve talked on this before, laddie.” The Captain draws his sword and points it for emphasis. “Back into the walls with ye now, boy, or I’ll tell thy mistress about London Betty when next the ship docks.”

Samuel watches in amazement as the ghost fades rather petulantly into the wood.

“My apologies, dear lad. Old Bill forgets, and then he makes a pest of himself.”

“The ship is haunted, then?”

The Captain laughs. “They all be haunted, ship or shore. ‘Tis best to press on and take thy fortune where it comes. Naught shall stop us, not in this world nor the next.”

Samuel is struck by admiration for one so brave. Neither ghost nor gallows cause this one fear. ‘I shall follow wherever thou leadest, my Captain.”

The Black Angel sits beside him and cups his face gently. “I am honored to have such loyalty, sweet Samuel.”

“More than that,” Samuel speaks firmly. “’Tis a pledge made from the heart.”

“Then I shall never be careless with thy heart again,” the Captain says.

Samuel covers the Captain’s hand with his own .“’Twas already thine, when first we met.”

The Angel’s kiss speaks of promises longed for that may yet be broken. But Samuel cares not, when the moment has caught him so deeply.

“Now, my finder of fortunes,” the Captain asks finally, “where shall we journey to next?”

Samuel thinks, watching the Captain pour rum into a gleaming gold goblet. “Legend tells of a ghost ship, with the treasures of centuries locked in its hold.”

“Aye?” says the Captain, offering the drink to his friend. “And where be this ship, do ye think?”

“The South Seas,” Samuel answers. “Near Tortuga.”

“Months o’ travel,” the Captain muses. “But a worthy voyage if the spoils be as ye say.”

“T’would be months of time to study the art of battling ghosts,” Samuel offers. If bravery is catching, then he has likely found its source.

The Captain is pleased with Samuel’s cunning. “Then make it thy mission, dear lad, and we shall find it and best it between us both.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Samuel smiles up from the comfort of the bed.

And ‘tis such a fetching sight that the Captain leaves off scheming to join him again.


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bluesister on October 1st, 2006 07:49 am (UTC)
Yay! Pirates and romance and ghosts, oh my!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:00 pm (UTC)
:D And if it weren't for the prompt (which was totally impertinence's idea), it would be, "Oh, why?"

;)
I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable women: eyefuckmissyjack on October 1st, 2006 08:33 am (UTC)
Ahoy! here be a crack!fic!

Love cabinboy!Samuel and Capn Dean.

Talk about rum, sodomy and the lash!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:01 pm (UTC)
Talk about rum, sodomy and the lash!
It all sounds good when you put it that way, doesn't it? Of course, it would be consensual here, and the lash would be for someone else, but still... Arrrrr!
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:02 pm (UTC)
It IS a love story, no matter how very, very wrong the setting.

The muse was so unwilling on this one, probably because I didn't really want to write this. Swashbuckling and Schmoop! Arrrr!
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on October 1st, 2006 05:31 pm (UTC)
*laughs*

Oh, I love it. It's Jack and Will and Sam and Dean and PIRATES!

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:03 pm (UTC)
Why did it refuse to come out crack? Why? PirateFic begs to be crack...

But no. Make the muse write something it would never remotely consider tackling, and you see? It still makes you regret it!
Pheebs1: CarComicpheebs1 on October 1st, 2006 06:50 pm (UTC)
Captain Dean I love it....

And ‘tis such a fetching sight that the Captain leaves off scheming to join him again. Heh, of course it is - and PERFECT!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:05 pm (UTC)
Doesn't The Black Angel seem oddly suitable for Dean?

He had to have some other name here, since this would not go to the cracky place. "Dean" is hard to work with in this timeframe.

Oh, who am I kidding. The whole thing was hard to work with. It needs a writer who loves the idea, I tell you-- not one that drags her feet! :0
aeroport_art: ninjaaeroport_art on October 1st, 2006 09:05 pm (UTC)
Lol! Sorry shell, but I couldn't get into this XD a) pirate talk isn't my thing and b) i still have never even seen supernatural before >.>;;

Would you rec the series? I mean, asides from the slash, is Supernatural worth downloading? :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:08 pm (UTC)
Sorry shell, but I couldn't get into this
Well, um, me either, obviously! This is the dark side of fic exchanges-- soon you're writing something that you absolutely do NOT want to write. Almost guarantees it won't come out the way the instigator wanted it to! :0

I do recommend "Supernatural," though. Talk about interesting family issues! And it isn't overly gross--especially compared to what's happening on CSI and now on Bones these days. :( Worth watching, I say-- rent the DVD and give it up to the first 3 episodes. You'll probably be hooked at that point. ;)
dc_longwing on October 1st, 2006 09:25 pm (UTC)
Yarr, this be a right fine tale. It's pirate-ific!
Thanks,
DC
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:09 pm (UTC)
Methinks Captain Dean in tight leggings and an open-necked shirt would be right impossible to resist! Arrrrr...
Kronette: SPN-Sam- south parkkronette on October 1st, 2006 11:30 pm (UTC)
arrr! Best be pretending this was posted on International Talk Like A Pirate Day, and be glad t'is done. For it was jolly good, and lends itself to many other adventures on the high seas!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 2nd, 2006 07:11 pm (UTC)
and be glad t'is done.
That's probably the important sentiment right there. If only the more cracked-out version hadn't started itself now. I don't want to write PirateFic, I tell you! 'Tis more researchin' and plottin' than I care to indulge!

Avast, ye scurvy plot-bunny! Back to the wench what birthed ye! Who I have no doubt would do a fine job with this idea.
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on October 3rd, 2006 12:04 am (UTC)
Oh, WOW. *flails* I love this SO, SO MUCH. It's not cracked but that is just fine, because it's PERFECT. I could hear the pirate-voice in my head, and the ghost? HEEEE. And despite the changed names, it was SAM AND DEAN and--

*happysigh*

Thank you! :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 3rd, 2006 02:18 am (UTC)
It's not cracked but that is just fine, because it's PERFECT.
Oh thank god. Because it did not want to be the other thing! It went all serious and romantic, but then I couldn't just leave the two of them sitting there unfinished and unloved.

and the ghost? HEEEE.
;) I figured Captain Dean didn't know much of ghost-hunting, but well-placed threats are always a good weapon. Ghost-guilt. The method has its own name now!

Well, I'm glad you liked it though I was expecting something funnier myself. My muse is rather petulant about writing things that are not its own idea, and even poking with a sword could not get this one to be crack.

However... there may be a second one at some point. :0
She!Sam of the Real People: Pirateslaser_radiation on October 3rd, 2006 02:46 am (UTC)
I've been secretly hoping that someone would write a pirate fic in this fandom and suddenly there is one! You just made my day! =D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 3rd, 2006 04:56 am (UTC)
I've been secretly hoping that someone would write a pirate fic in this fandom and suddenly there is one!
Looks like you've had the icon at the ready just in case, too. :D

You just made my day! =D
Yay! So glad someone is pleased-- 'twere not my notion at all to write such a story. And yet there be others that longed for it as well. :0
MF Luder: SPN butt slapmf_luder_xf on October 6th, 2006 10:30 pm (UTC)
Oooooooooh!! So cute. I love how well put together both of these were. Sweet, in character, and adorably silly.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 7th, 2006 02:14 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, Lucy!

When I started this one, I had intended to make it cracky, and it went all serious on me instead. Which one would think impossible-- it's pirateFic! But the tone was something else, more romantic and touched with longing and hurt. So I kept this one as it was, and wracked my brains hoping for a cracky one to come.

Oddly, I kind of love them both. :)
(no subject) - mf_luder_xf on October 7th, 2006 07:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
Jennie B.seshats_prodigy on October 7th, 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
Aww...this one was cute...and the arrival of One-Eyed Billy was an amusing way to end this.

I'm impressed again at your ability to maintain the pirate speak throughout (how long in your everyday speech did that creep in?), and although I enjoyed this one, I think I liked the crack!fic better. **grins**

Must be something about pirates in this day and age that makes 'em kind of hard to take seriously. ;D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 7th, 2006 08:57 pm (UTC)
how long in your everyday speech did that creep in?
It was slightly more than a week from when this one was started to when the second one was finished, so there were 8-10 days o' pirate-speak a hauntin' me brain!

The second one turned out much better (because it actually WAS crack, and this one just _would not_ go there. Stubborn thing!). But I still kind of like the sweetness of this one, so I didn't kill it off.

Must be something about pirates in this day and age that makes 'em kind of hard to take seriously. ;D
When they be not climbin' onto yer ship and plunderin' and pillagin', then the parrots and the eye patches and the growlin' be fairly worth mocking whene'er ye can. :D
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 16th, 2006 08:07 pm (UTC)
Pirate tenderness at that!
I don't know what happened here. The cracked-out one was what I was going for. But the more romantic mood took over this one big time, and better to finish it in its own flavor that try to bend it to the thing it doesn't want to be!

Glad you like the new banner, too. Dang, those are hard! But I was so overdue for a fic split-off. :D
Mitochondrial Eve: SPN dudewhosjeebus on October 31st, 2006 12:24 pm (UTC)
*seconds sammy*

DUDE!

that wasn't just a good read... that was a GOOD TIME.

i was giggly and squirmy and grinning like an idiot thru the WHOLE THING.

i want to buy this fic a drink, take it back to my place, and make sweet, sweet love to it all night long.

too much? *shrugs*

srsly, the language, the description, just... everything. OMG I LOVE PIRATES!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 07:45 pm (UTC)
I want to buy this fic a drink, take it back to my place, and make sweet, sweet love to it all night long.
Yummy! It would be willing, so long as you don't put the moves on Dean while Samuel can see. ;)

I still can't believe this is what came out on the first try. Because it's pirates, but it is SO not crack. :0

However, the second one (which I see you found too), covers both areas. This one works better as a Romance (capital "R" for... somethingness).
I suffer from Kane-Carlson-Ackles-Padalecki-itisgilesgirl on October 7th, 2008 09:47 pm (UTC)
Cute!!!!! :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam/Dean kisshalfshellvenus on October 11th, 2008 07:28 pm (UTC)
:D I'm glad you liked it!

This is actually the first of two pirate!Fics-- the other one is Crack (and longer), which is what I was trying for when I started writing this one. But I couldn't resist posting this anyway-- it's kind of an old-fashioned romance, in a way. :)
(no subject) - gilesgirl on October 12th, 2008 03:38 am (UTC) (Expand)