Stowaway -2P!UsUk

Written with the 2P! Characters in mind.

As told by 2P!America to 2P!England:

A long, long time ago, in an ocean not so far away, there was a pirate ship. With a crew as nasty as Blackbeard's. They scourged the Caribbean, taking what they thought they were due. Of course, being a pirate crew, there were odd balls aboard. A pair of twins, one grumpy and blade happy, always ready to skewer someone, the other a noisy flamboyant whose sash around his hip always had to be just so. A brooding, grumpy, ugly Canadian would much rather shoot you with his pistol then talk to you. An equally as grumpy, lazy Frenchman who incidentally had been captured a slave aboard the ship but in time grew too accustomed to being there so he stayed. There was a pair of German's as well, but one was more interesting than the other because it was a she. No other pirate crew dared to have a woman aboard, bad luck and all but this one wouldn't have gotten rid of her for anything. She was their best fighter. 

But aboard this ship was also something else unusual. A pair of pirates. One a stowaway American who had been taken in by the whole crew, except for the Captain who didn't know he was aboard. The other, a very kind, cheery pink haired Englishman who seemed out of place but at the same time seemed to fit right in. 

What made them unusual was that it had not taken long for them to become friends and soon more than that. The crew supported them but knew the captain wouldn't. That's part of the reason they kept the American hidden away. They deserved much better then they got.

They were lovers. Deeply and passionately. 

Now the captain was a very nasty, serious piece of work. He was ruthless and cruel, coming from Russian blood. He would not think twice about killing anyone. Including his own crew. A Chinese man had already fallen to his blade and stories were told that once, the whole crew had to be replaced. He hated many things but love and stowaways were at the top of his list. That's why the American had to be kept hidden.

Everything went fine, for a year and some change. The deception was pulled off. When they went plundering, the American was disguised as one of the crew, that member, usually the Frenchman, stayed behind on the ship. The terrible captain was none the wiser. At night the two lovers stayed curled in a hammock, entwined together, not wanting morning to come when they knew they'd have to part. Everything was good, and happy until...

One night, the captain decided to come down to the crews quarters to congratulate them on a very good pillaging mission. Particularly the Frenchman who had surprised him with his tenacity and daring. Now, the captain never came down to the crew's area so the Englishman and American were caught off guard. In the throes of passion, tangled in the hammock as usual. 

The captain became enraged and tore the American from the Englishman, throwing him to the ground. Then he turned on the Englishman, beating him with the broad side of his thick sword. Not aiming to cut but to hurt and bruise. To teach him a lesson. Well, the American couldn't stand back and watch this so he threw out a challenge to get the Captain to stop. A duel, pistol against sword. The winner becomes captain of the ship, the loser death. The American was more than confident in his pistol skills and delighted when the Captain said yes. Of course, the Englishman trembled with fear as he followed them to the deck. He believed in his lover but also thought he might have the risk of losing him, because he knew the Captain's skills as well. 

Being a sword to pistol duel, the rules were simple. Stand back to back, no pacing and on the count of three they turn, the first to kill the other wins. Both were quick and as they counted, their weapons were held firmly and confidently in their hands. 

At the end of the count, the duel was over in the blink of the eye. The Englishman stood stock still, the sound the pistol had made still ringing in his ear. For several seconds, it was unclear who had won, as they both stood there still. But, finally, the Captain fell to the ground, a small line on blood dripping from a wound on his head. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief until the American fell as well. 

His defiance had come at a price. He hadn't been quick enough to dodge the blade that pierced his heart. 

The first one to his side was the Englishman, who was sobbing over the American's chest as he lay dying and bleeding on the deck. The dying man tried to tell him everything would be fine but he was shushed with a kiss and told to conserve his strength. The American was growing paler and his breathing was slowing. 

Now, the Englishman wasn't pink haired by choice. It was because he had magic on his side, blessed by the faeries of his homeland. And now, consumed with the thought that he had lost everything dear to him, the magic in his veins activated. The tears falling into the wound on the American's chest sparkled and soon he began to glow. Blood ceased to flow and then the wound closed up, he began to get strength back and was soon sitting up, blinking and patting his chest in disbelief. His love had called him back from the hands of death. 

And now he was captain to boot. 

That night there was a party on-board that seemed to last until the end of the pirates themselves. Under the new American captain, things were far better and happier. They pillaged more and rampaged the tropics more. They were feared and celebrated, just how the American liked it and why he had joined a pirate crew in the first place. 

But, perhaps the best part was that the Englishman and him didn't have to hide their love anymore. Since that night, they had not left each other's side. For one moment.  But, the Englishman never again had to use his power to save the American.  The Captain was very careful with the second life he had been given.

They deserved much better then they got before and now they had it.