Power Play-An FTRS/RAR AU

Part 5-A Broken Sail (Ollie)

I feel so bad about Ollie spending the majority of my last long fic knocked out so he's getting a bigger part now anyway enjoy part five and thanks for sticking with Power Play! I know the Jax chapters were a bit dull but I really love the Heath chapters I've really never been more proud of anything (except maybe the last few parts of Rumpelstiltskin's Reign *awkward smile*). Thanks guys!

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OLLIE

Ollie Funklehouse stood on the bow of the ship, feeling the spray of salt in his face.

He loved the pirate life; reveled in it. It was his saving grace, his anchor in a world ravaged by storms and hatred.

Well, that and Kayla.

Kayla. Ollie missed her with an ache that was almost too much to bear. He loved her more than words could say. He wanted her, needed her by his side; but she was doing her part in the world, helping to pick up the pieces of a broken kingdom.

Ollie wasn't doing anything like that. He was here, captain of his late friend Pete the Cheat's ship, plundering from the royals and sending it to his girlfriend to assist her efforts. He hadn't seen her in weeks-and the last time was a rushed, desperate kiss before she grabbed his supplies and ran.

The moment crossed his mind more often than he'd like to admit.

"Captain!" one of the pirates, Frank, yelled. "The other ship has flagged us!"

Oh. That was bad. The captain of the ship who'd been tailing them, Gregory the Great, was notorious for promising a truce and stealing everything you had-Ollie couldn't afford that. Not when what he'd scored was for his girlfriend's support.

Naturally, when the ship had started following them, and fired at them, the only thing to do was counterattack. They'd been having on-off battles for days, outrunning them sometimes, sometimes not. Every battle left his crew more desolated and weakhearted.

It had to end.

"I'll come onto their ship." he said decidedly. "We've been at war for days, let me see if I can do something about it."

"Captain-"

"Please."

"Your funeral." Frank bowed. "The most honorable of us all, Cap'n Funklehouse!"

"I wouldn't go that far."

Frank chuckled. "When you return, I pray you're still alive and whole."

"And I as well."

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"So, Greg, what's all this-"

Four of Greg's burly crew ran towards him at once. Ollie threw a smoke bomb-too late. They dove for him, subduing him in thick ropes like a prized hog. "Damnit." Ollie hissed. "Shoulda seen that coming."

Gregory's footsteps echoed throughout the ship. As the smoke bomb's smoke dissipated, Ollie could see his shape appear in front of him. Tall, burly, foreboding. Built like an ox.

Ollie gulped internally. But externally, he adopted a confident smirk and said, "Greg! How goes it?"

Greg looked less than thrilled. "We have been at war for days, Captain Funklehouse."

"I noticed."

"It has to end."

"Agreed."

"I admit I have considered you a formidable enemy, Mr. Funklehouse, but, now I see you for the truth. Nothing more than a sixteen-year-old boy."