Pirate!FabuPaca/TRS - Of Seven Seas 2

"Why would the captain be wanting to see us, anyway? Aren't we pri-"
"Can't keep you trap shut, can you?" The pirate that had been prodding them ahead of himself spat out at the dark haired boy in front of him.
"Oh, aye, aye, my mum would tell me that too, you know." Putting on a deceptively posh, gentlemanly voice, he continued. "She'd be like "Alastair, dear, you really must learn to be quiet-"
"SHUT YER FACE!"
"You don't need to be yelling in my face," Alastair retorted. He'd decided long ago that humour was to be the best way to get past this (potentially) traumatising situation. His friends didn't seem to agree, however.
"Al, keep your words to yourself!" He heard Theo hiss towards him, and nudge him. Unfortunately, it seemed to be right on a massive bruise, and he couldn't help but yelp in the pain.
"You," the vice-like grip on Alastair's arm made him squeeze his eyes shut. "You're trouble...I'll take ye to the captain later."
"Oi! Where you taking me?" Alastair's protests obviously fell on deaf ears, as he was just shoved into an empty room, and he heard the door creak shut.

"Well...blow me down," the dark-haired male huffed. Uncrossing his arms, he tried to open the door, but it wouldn't even budge. His eyes fell on another door, which refused to open as well. Cursing colourfully under his breath, he kicked the door in frustration.
"Keep it down there," he heard someone call from the other side of this other door.
"Oh, aye, I'll do that," Alastair replied automatically, before realising his big mistake. His eyes widened in horror as he realised just what would happen to him, if someone discovered him, a prisoner, roaming about on the decks...okay, not quite, but out of the dungeon? The captain would probably have his head for that! He wondered just what he must've done, to be punished under such sin, to have a fate like this...

"Get out of your corner, scalawag," Alastair heard the voice of the pirate that had locked him in the room call out. The door opened with another creak, but he refused to budge, as he stood there, in the middle, arms crossed.
"Nay, it's warm here."
"Shut your blabbing, you filthy-"
"Oi, oi, my mum made this shirt for me!" Alastair retorted, even though he clearly remembered winning this shirt while gambling. "Keep your grubby hands far from it!"
A jolt of pain coursed through his body, as he felt one hand grip both of his wrists behind his back, and a cold hilt against his neck. "I'll be making sure the Captain has your head for this."
"Oh, aye, with pleasure. Better than seeing your face again."
He could hear the pirate gulp behind him, and tighten his grip on the hilt of his cutlass, but he still made now extra move, other than drag his captive out the room.

It was only a number of steps away, as Alastair heard another door opening. The sudden presence of light hurt his eyes, as he squeezed them shut. He felt himself being hurled onto the ground, and winced secretly at the bruises that came into contact with the floor.

"This be the one, Captain. The one that can't keep his mouth shut."
"He's rather quiet, now."
"He's had a beating, Captain."
Silence.
"Your name?"
More silence.
"Answer him!" Alastair opened his eyes, finally, as the pirate's dialogue accompanied with a kick brought him back to reality. He felt himself being hoisted up by his collar, and his mind was still reeling from all the impact of the jostling.
"Hume...Alastair Hume."
Another pause.
"You don't look like a pirate," Alastair identified the voice to be that of the captain's. It was...calm, and soothing...so unlike that of what was expected...or maybe he was just becoming soft in the mind.

"That's because I ain't a pirate."
"You were found on a pirate ship."
"Aye, but I'm still no pirate. I was their navigator."
"Navigator, you say?"

Alastair looked up for the first time, and was more than surprised to find someone looking back at him, with a faraway, thinking look - someone so...unlike a pirate. This captain would've been much more suited to the palaces back on land - his whole demeanour was elegant, and of that with a well-to-do background. Unlike any other pirate that he'd ever seen. The only thing that gave away his profession would have been the scar that ran over his right eye - it fascinated Alastair no end, in fact...

Realising that he'd been blatantly staring, and thy his head was hurting, Alastair forced himself to look downwards, and go back to inspecting the floorboards.
"Since the captain of your ship so graciously guided my own navigator to hell, before getting there himself, I think you could just take over from where he left, couldn't you?"
"The captain isn't dead." Alastair spat out, the anger in his muddled mind increasing by the minute.
"Oh, I made sure that he was, with my own hands."
"You...bastard."
"I prefer Captain Fede."
Alastair only continued to stare at the floorboards, seething in rage by now.
"I'd like for you to get to work as soon as you can, Hume. Wasting time really isn't in my best interests."
"First you disarm me - one of your crew filched my bleedin' dagger, then I'm treated like a Dago prisoner, and then you expect me to work for you?"
The Captain leaned over slightly, coming face to face with his prisoner. "Welcome aboard, Alastair."

"A fine greeting, this."