forum Totally Not Pirates of the Caribbean 1x1 (Closed)

Started July 05, 2020 by @Calanthe

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Felix didn't really see him, but didn't think he could have gone far. He headed to the wheel to check their heading, eyes flickering over the sea, stained a deep blue as the sun rose.

Before Elias knew it, he had been pulled from where he was sitting, and down into the crew's quarters. He glanced around looking for an exit out, but he could see none. He looked up at the faces of the angry men, and shivered in fear, he wasn't sure what they wanted, but he was sure he wouldn't like it, "FELIX!!" He yelped loudly, hoping that the other boy would hear him.

Felix straightened, thinking he heard his name. "Yes?" he called, taking a few steps down to the hatch that led below decks, looking around in confusion. "Hello?"

Immediately, a hand was shoved over his mouth and Elias was thrown into one of the corners of the room, with a personal bodyguard to keep him quiet. From the hushed bits and pieces Elias could overhear, the men were planning, or had been planning a mutiny for while, or perhaps his arrival set it off. The men didn't like the way that Elias was being treated, almost with a preference over them. Knowing that Felix might come searching for the man, they sent Nathaniel out to find him and distract him while they continued to make plans, and then figure out something to do with their newfound "prisoner". But as they continued to speak, Elias noted that not all of the men agreed with the idea and that they might actually go back and help the captain. But their opinions seemed to be ignored, or just not heard, which gave Elias hope that perhaps Felix would be alright and that these men could successfully warn him in time.

Felix frowned. Where was his crew, and where was Elias? He frowned, heading to the hatch and starting down it. The ship shouldn't be left unattended for long, and there was hardly anyone in the rigging or on deck.

Nathaniel ran out of the quarter's and towards Felix. He heard him coming down, and wanted to get there first, hopefully so that the rest of the crew wouldn't hear what he was wanting to tell Felix. "Felix" he said in between pants, he was a little out of breath from the sprint to find him, "T-there's to be a mutiny." He said in hushed tone, hoping that no one else could hear, "And they might hurt your hostage, Elias?"

Felix's eyes flashed wide, and he drew his sword from where it hung by his sides. His mouth tightened in a thin line, and his eyes spoke of death. "I see." he said quietly. "All of them?" he raised his eyebrows. If it was his entire crew, he hadn't a chance, and it would be best to just surrender. If, on the other hand, it was only some, then he might be okay.

Nathaniel shook his head, "A good sum of them, but not all. There are some who are willing to stay by your side, including myself." He said quietly, trying to make his voice not carry, "I think that perhaps we'll be able to outnumber them and defeat them, or maybe help them change their minds, although that might be a hard feat to accomplish."

Felix nodded slowly, holding onto his sword. "I see. Is there anything else I should know, before I go in therE?" he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, they have Elias with them. He yelped, and that's probably what you heard. And uhm, they might just kill him or something. I don't know. Other than that uhm. . ." He trailed off nervously, "Before you think that I'm a fool for this, I'm a bit scared." He said mumbling it, "Other than that, shall we go?"

"Yeah, okay." he pulled out a decent sized dagger, extending the hilt towards Elias. "Here, take this. You need a weapon."

Nathaniel nodded and took it, "Alright, but uhm, shouldn't we try to talk them out of this first? Rather than just talk attack? That might have some serious consequences."

Felix cocked his head a little bit. "Mhm. I suppose…but just be ready for a fight, then."

"Alright. Nathaniel murmured, as he followed Felix into the quarters.

When Elias heard footsteps entering the room he started to try to get up, but the man sitting next to him pushed him back down onto the chair he had been sitting on. Mumbling a few swear words under his breath, he watched as Felix walked in. As Elias studied the man, he could see that the other man seemed afraid, and he silently prayed that he would be alright.

Felix held his sword in one hand, looking at his crew. "What's going on in here?" he demanded, glancing at Elias for just a moment, then away again, looking around at his crew.

Nathaniel stood behind him, quivering slightly, not sure at all what was about to happen. He clutched onto the dagger for dear life as one of the men from the crew stood up and walked over to them. "We've just been talking, Captain." A tone of annoyance was definitely noticeable as he spoke to Felix, "About how there ought to be some changes around the ship."

Elias looked down at his feet, wishing to be home, on dry land, with his books. He was terrified of these men, and scared for his life and Felix's as well.

"I see." Felix replied, angling his head to study the man. "And what changes would that be, pray tell?" he remained calm, shifitng, his sword still held easily in one hand.

The man eyed the sword cautiously, but decided to continue, "Well, the way this hostage is being treated is the most pressing one." he gestured to Elias who had been sitting in the corner, trying to stop the bleeding from one of his cuts, "He tried to escape the ship last night, we all heard about it, and most saw it, but what did you do? You allowed that spoiled, rich brat to share a bed with you? How does that sound right? You're trying to please this needy child, sending him back to his father, when he himself said that he wasn't sure his father would pay. Once you head that, instead of deciding to sell that brat to the highest seller what do you suggest, to continue to try and send him back home, make the poor thing happy." He stopped and glared at Felix, "What about us, your crew? If you do this and make this brat happy, you will be risking our safety and our lives, for what, for him." he said pointing at Elias, "It seems as though there might be more than you wanting to make this child happy, Captain, do you care for him or something?"

Felix arched his eyebrows. "Firstly, the escape was not successful. Even if it had been, he would not have survived on his own. Secondly, he did not share my bed, nor would I do that with a hostage. Thirdly, no, i do not "care for him", and I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to make it seem as if I am having sordid relations with a man under my protection. Irregardless of my romantic and sexual inclinations, to assume that I would be doing that with him, under these circumstances is insulting, both to myself and to him." he cocked his head faintly. "Fourthly, if his father will pay the ransom, it will bring more money than simply selling him off. You know as well as I, or you should, that selling someone so pale will raise questions. He isn't dark enough for most slave traders."

Elias shuddered as he listened the man speak, his eyes widening at the implications that man was saying. That's absurd. Me with Felix? He looked down and fidgeted with the ends of his shirt, feeling very awkward hearing the way the two men were talking about him, like he was a piece of property. "You realize that I am right here," he murmured softly, "And I don't appreciate the way you are speaking of me."

But the other men didn't seem to care about what he had to say, and the man who had been speaking to Felix, "You know very well what I mean when I say sell him. Not as that type of slave. There many on men who are willing to pay exuberant prices for a brat like him." He said crossing his arms, "And if you choose to say that you are not involved with this man, we will take your word, but we will not stand the way you treat him at all."

Felix's lip curled faintly at that. "I know what you mean, yes. However, that is not the sort of life I wish to subject Anyone too, even a spoiled little rich boy." he replied, shaking his head. "And by "treat him", do you mean like a human being instead of as an object? I have merely given him a bit of courtesy, seeing as how he has been kidnapped and held for ransom aboard a foreign vessel."

"He doesn't belong anywhere excpt in the brig." The man snapped back, "He's nothing more except a prisoner, and you ought to treat him that way." He said glaring at Felix, "We believe that you should get rid of him as soon as possible though, get money for him in whatever way you can." He said with a shrug, and some of the men sitting behind him nodded and vocalized their agreements. "If you don't, things may not run so smoothly on this ship for much longer."

"Oh, so you're threatening me now?" His voice was icy cold. "Have you forgotten that it is thanks to me that we have evaded capture? It is thanks to me that we have done so well as we have? And now you want to turn against me like a bunch of scurvy ridden worms?" He narrowed his eyes. "All I have done is keep our prisoner in one piece. I have no wish to return him too overly traumatized."

"And now it is thanks to you that we might die again now that you are so willing to not tramautize this boy too much. You are willing to put all of us in danger, so that you can make that little prisoner of yours happy." He said as his hand reached for his dagger, "We've noticed that you've been different for a while, but this, this has just pushed it over the edge."

Felix growled faintly. "I will deal with my prisoner the way I see fit." He snarled. "If you don't like that, I'll drop you at the next port of call that we make. Or, alternatively, if you cannot wait, then I'll throw you over the goddamn side." He adjusted his stance, grip tightening on the sword.