Yo Ho Sebastian

Chapter Two

Jim grunted as he lay back in his hammock, his body exauhsted after a single day- he'd get used to it,he thought. By now, much of the crew was flooding in from the deck above and taking their places in their hammocks; a low murmur of chatter consumed the cabin. 

"Well well, hello there brown eyes." 

At the sound of his voice, Jim's stomach became a circus acrobat once again. He opened his eyes and looked to the man in the hammock next to him, who was smirking. He sat up. 

"Evening, Seb." 

Seb nodded and lay back in his hammock, placing his hands on his stomach and looking to the ceiling, who did he kill? The question had been running round his head the whole day. There was something about it he couldn't get out of his head, something about Jim that he couldn't get out of his head.

"Ever killed anyone?" Jim asked suddenly, breaking the quiet between them. 

Seb coughed, "I-...yeah. I have. "

Jim smirked, closing his eyes, " Oh delicious. Who did you kill then, come on,do tell."

Laughing, Seb tapped his nose, "I'll leave it to your imagination. "

Jim lay back and put his hands behind his head, pouting. "That's my line."

"Yeah, well I nicked it." 

"Bloody pirate." Jim muttered under his breath with a smirk. He took his sword from his belt, and watched it glint in the light of the lamps below deck before swinging it across and pointing it at Seb's throat without sitting up. 

"Go oooon, tell me." He drawled, winking.  

Seb swallowed, his adam's apple whispering against the shining blade. He cracked his neck and glanced at Jim. 

"You wouldn't." 

Jim breathed a laugh to the ceiling, licking his lip. "Oh I would." 

Seb rose an eyebrow, "And if I don't believe you?" His heart was beating fast, but fear was the last thing on Sebastian's mind as he looked to Jim who had a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips. 

"Well you won't have long to think about just how wrong you were. " Jim uttered, pressing the blade harder into Seb's throat. And then they were silent, Jim watching Seb's eyes and Seb's watching Jim's, waiting for any sign of anger, fear or contempt until they both burst out into laughter. 

"Fine." Seb said inbetween bursts of giggles, "If you really want to know..." He continued giggling, "It was my old boss. He pissed me off!" 

The laughter had subsided, only to roar back up again when Seb finished his sentence. Jim held his shaking stomach, removing the sword from Seb's throat leaving a scratch but nothing more. 

"So go on, tell me who you killed." Seb said breathlessly once he'd recovered from the laughing fit. 

"My da' ...he pissed me off. I christened Billy with his blood." 

Seb gave an amused smirk, "Billy?" 

To this, Jim replied by spinning the sword in his hand.

"You named your sword?" laughed Seb. 

Jim nodded, "He was the finest money could buy! He deserved a name!" He shoved the sword back into his belt and settled further back into the hammock as quiet fell, only the sounds of various snores and the waves hitting the side of the boat could be heard. Seb coughed, and whispered, "You could choose any name in existance...and you chose Billy?!"

"Your mother could choose any name in existance and she chose Sebastian. "

At this, they both began laughing again.