His Pirate // Tyrion Lannister (2)

Gideon

'Gideon you dont look like you aged a day!' kat exclaimed

'Well aging looks very good on trouble' she blushed at his compliment.

'So you ever find peter pan?' she asked considering that was the reason that he left her craving more that night. Surely he had forgotten about peter pan by now though.

'Many a times love but the little fucker still lives.' Gideon said bitterly.

'Sorry to hear that' kat was sure he would laugh as though he hadn't thought the name peter pan in years. But he seemed angry still.

'I got one of his eyes though and look!' He pulled her into his office. 'Look what i got.' Was he really going to show her peter pans eyeball? He held up a tiny green fairy. 'his eyes, his spy.' He clarified.

'A fairy?' kat questioned

'Tinkerbell. Shes a spitfire and she was pans girl. His little pet and now shes mine.' He shook her in her cage and she stumbled back and forth holding to the sides of her cage to stay upright. Kat looked at the fairy and felt sorry for her. It wasnt her fault that hook and pan hated each other was it? She shouldnt be in a cage for her masters mistakes.

'Why do you keep her in a cage?'

'Come on love let me give you the grand tour! Welcome to the jolly roger love!'

How on earth was tyrion supposed to compete with mr tall dark and handsome and fucking pirate, a captain. He could never compete with Gideon Hook.

'Wow this is strong' tyrion said drinking down the rum

'this is what i grew up on!' kat sat next to him

'Wheres jac?'

'Smees got her. Shes coeing at the gulls' kat told him

'The gulls?'

'Seagulls.' She took the bottle from tyrion and drank it down. 'Thats good' she said wiping her lip.

'You drank that as if it was water' Tyrion told her laughing

'Ive been drink that stuff since i was 8 tyrion. The shit your father gave me that was basically water the shit at the capital that was water! This!' she held the bottle up. 'This is real rum! Not that wine shit. Cant get drunk on that not when youve drinking this' she finished the bottle and hopped up. 'You want more? Since i drank yours?' She asked grinning

'Yes. More.' More of you and more of me more of us together ignoring the handsome fucking captain that was your first damn love, the man that got away... she came back with two bottles

'So i dont steal yours' she told him and clinked her bottle to his.

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It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife

We whalermen undergo.

And we don't give a damn when the day is done/gale has stopped

How hard the winds did blow.

'cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground/tis a grand ol' sound

With a good ship, taut and free

And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum

With the girls of Old Maui.

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys

Rolling down to Old Maui

We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground

Rolling down to Old Maui.

Once more we sail with a northerly gale

Towards our island home.

Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,

And we ain't got far to roam.

Six hellish months have passed away

On the cold Kamchatka Sea,

But now we're bound from the Arctic ground

Rolling down to Old Maui.

'oh Gideon you have a lovely voice.' Kat said coming up behind him. He was at the wheel, he rested an arm on it as he turned to face her.

'I thought everyone was asleep.' He said smiling at her.

'sleep? On a night like this?' she lifted her hands to the sky. 'it's a perfect night you can see every star!' she declared.

'trouble you know Spanish ladies?' Gideon asked handing her the bottle.

'am I a pirate or not Gideon?'