The year is 1872, the Rogues of London move away from their hometown and out to sea in search of new adventure. However, oceans bite back, pirates are waiting, and stranger love is to be found out there.
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A/N: In this chapter Erin will be referred to as 'Evie' (pronounced as 'Eh-vee' as that is his nickname.
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Biggest love, Lucy and the Steamers.
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We stayed in Argentina for longer than I'd planned and the day that the fireworks came, I was sat in a hospital bed. Those fireworks were loud outside the window on San Martin Day. From my bed, I could hear them like explosions, I could see the lights reflecting off of Zayn's face; pink and purple, blue and orange, colours of copper and silver in his eyeglass. He should not have been watching them, we should have been leaving by that time, and yet it was because of me, the Captain, that we were let down again.
San Martin Day was two weeks ago and I am free from the hospital. I head, while I was resting my eyes and looking quite dead, talk around the room-Harry threatening a nurse, telling her to let me out. You see, we had no money, nothing to pay the bill, and from what I overheard, the nurses were planning to put me into a permanent sleep.
Then, a day later, a strange man in a plague doctor's mask and a black hat came to the door and offered to pay for the costs. He gave all of the money from his pockets, every last penny, before vanishing into the night.
We never saw him again.
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Louis looked down at the crooked wheelchair he sat on. He could sense the wheels slipping further apart over the floorboards, cracking noises following that gave the very blunt impression that the chair would cave in soon. Thank God, he thought, that they were leaving today, thank God that he wouldn't have to take his wheelchair with him and thank God that Harry had forgiven him. Harry's forgiveness was unrelated to the splintering wheelchair but Louis was so happy that he couldn't stop thinking about it.
He had imagined his life without his Gypsy-boy, his life without love, and Hell it was a sad one to think about. But now, when he woke up, Harry would be beside him, a little cautious perhaps, but as in love with Louis as Louis was in love with him.
Louis turned his head to where Harry had been sitting at the dining table only to see that he was no longer there. Rory leant out of the window and spoke to Roxanne down on the street below, Jack stood with Erin by the rabbit cage, and it seemed as if only Harry's embroidered picture of Hanji was willing to listen if Louis were to speak.
And so the Captain looked at himself in the mirror instead.
For one thing, he did not like the view and would have much rather enjoyed seeing someone else there, but he had no choice. In his opinion-and that of many others-he looked like a cripple, like someone who'd been living in a cave for the greatest part of their life. Something about himself reminded Louis of someone, but the longer he peered, the more lost he got until he could barely see anyone but himself.
