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Summary:
"What about this, Captain?" Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.
Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He's lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He's clearly a prisoner, but there's something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry's brain. Something he can't quite put his finger on.
"Put him in my cabin," Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry's back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can't understand any of it.
Notes:
Additional Warnings:
There are illusions to sexual assault within this story. No sexual assault actually takes place but it is discussed. The story deals with piracy and violence and all that goes along with it - blood, minor character death, arson, drinking, a small mention of self-harm, and a scene at the gallows. There's a bit of consent play.
Other than those things, the only thing that's really left is that this is completely inaccurate in terms of history and fight scenes. Thank you to neozeka and shrimplouis for letting me talk incessantly to them about the plot and for being general cheerleaders.
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