The year of our lord 1710 - the phantom of a pirate, Captain Kimhan has only one goal in his life; to get back what's his and impose revenge on those who took it from him...
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The year of our lord 2023 - Porchay Kittisawat is waiting. He h...
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— alone in his confinement
his mind and his heart still went
to you, darlin'
hoping that your love will win —
"Matey... can I ask you a question? Forget it. I'm gonna ask anyway," Kim chuckled when Richard Moore did nothing, just kept glaring at him from the other side of the cell. "Did the king give you this... little boat, or you were so incompetent that this is the only vessel you were able to steal? Please, do enlighten me."
"This... little boat is almost as big as your own. And it was indeed given to me by the king. Something that you will never be blessed with."
Kim raised his eyebrow, taking one step closer to the bars, "I don't need the king's blessing or whatever. What I want, I'll take. Simple as that."
"You know, that's funny," Richar Moore laughed, "because right now, I want your life and guess what? I'm going to bloody take it!"
Kim chuckled, and a faint smirk appeared on his lips, "no no no, the only reason why you can take my life is because I'm letting you, matey. Don't get it twisted."
"You are letting me, hmm?" Richard Moore scoffed. "Why would you do that?"
"You'll find out soon enough, no worries, dear," Kim grabbed the bars of his cell and smiled at the privateer. "Anyway, mind feeding this poor soul? It would be a pity if I died before you can hang me in front of all those people and make such a big spectacle out of it. We don't want that, do we? How else would you get recognition, admiration, and whatever else your little dick dreams about if not by killing the one and only Phantom of a Pirate in front of the whole port, huh?"
"You've been creating too much havoc everywhere you go. Do you think that I'm the only privateer that wants you dead?" Richard Moore shook his head, eyeing Kim up and down. "All of us want you dead! Pirates in general—they are a big no-no. Such vile and awful creatures, but," Richard Moore shrugged, "you are like the most precious treasure while others are just mere rubies that can be found anywhere if a person knows how to look right."
"Aww, I'm so special? This almost feels romantic. Do you have something to tell me, Richard?"
"Yeah... eat shit!" Richard Moore spat and turned around, leaving Kim alone.
"That's so childish, dear Richard. So childish!" Kim yelled after him, mischief never really leaving his lips. He turned away from the cell bars and went to sit down on the dirty, wooden floor. "Richard, Richard, Richard, if you only knew that the only reason why the Phantom of a Pirate exists is because of you."
The not-caring attitude slipped Kim's face once he was completely sure that he was alone, and no one else was coming to make his day even more of a Shakespearean tragedy than it already was. He told himself he wouldn't break in front of anyone. He wouldn't break in front of Richard Moore. He wouldn't break in front of any of his men. He wouldn't break in front of anyone who was going to watch his execution with a twisted excitement in the pit of their stomachs. And he wouldn't break down even in front of his Chay... if they would get to see each other again before Kim's death.
