James Moriarty had moved to England when he was a young boy of no more than ten. He'd left his home in Ireland and went with his father to pursue a life by the docks in Liverpool. His father would help unload merchant's stock from the ships during the day and spend many hours in the brothel, next to their home, at night. So, James spent much of his boyhood in solitude, fighting enemies of air with a stick that played sword.
Everyday, the small boy would watch with fascination as the ships came into dock and fantasize about stealing- no, comandeering one of the ships and all the treasures in its' belly.
He wanted to be a pirate.
His idols swung from rope in the square and by the docks, but that never put him off. And by the time he was twenty, the thought of life at sea was even convenient. A young boy, broke and wanted for murder- where else would he go?
James had killed his father in a fit of red rage when the man came home from the brothel drunk and stinking of sweat, with a curse of anger on his slurring lips. And this time, James didn't hold back.
"You fuckin' nancy." Were the last words he ever spoke before blood dripped down his open throat.
Earlier that day he'd stolen his father's savings and bought himself a proper blade; long and shining silver that glinted im the dull candle light dancing across the walls that night.
And as he licked the blood from the blade, he considered it christened.
The day he joined the crew of "The Cross" was the happiest he'd ever lived. He was free, free of his father, free of his life, free of James the beaten, James the bloodied. He was Jim.
Jim the pirate.
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FanfictionJim has always been treated as different, and he's always been criticised for it, by his family and his fellow crew. But what happens when he meets someone just like him? His life is turned upside down by strangers in his head, his heart and his li...
