TwoSet Oneshots

Pirates of the Indian part 1

Frantically Brett ran to the front of the deck. "Enemy ship!" he cried. 

Desperately the crew scrambled as Brett tried to maintain some semblance of order. Most rushed down to the cannons, while a few stayed at the top to help defend their beloved captain. Then Brett remembered -- the golden brooch.

Quickly he ran down the stairs to the lower deck, lifting his eyepatch so his eye accustomed to the dim light would allow him to see more quickly. Taking the precious brooch, he put it in a pocket in the inside of his boot. Now, the only way they could take the brooch away was if they killed him first. 

Putting the eyepatch back to its former position, Brett ran back up to the flaming sun and cannons. As he squinted at the boat now only several hundred yards away, he could recognize the face of his mortal enemy.

Eddy Chen.

The two of them had never even been on the same ship together, but they could recognize each other from miles away. At least, when they each had on their infamous, jewel-speckled eyepatches and distinct pirate's hats. Although they didn't even know each other well, the two of them were mutually engaged in an intense rivalry -- one proudly held in the Yang and Chen families for generations. And another thing fueled their rivalry -- Brett's recent discovery of the brooch on an island with a map inside to his family's hidden fortune, one that his grandfather buried in a remote place. Unfortunately, he died soon after. From one of the Chens attacking him, of course.

But Brett would get his revenge. For his grandfather. For his family. For his dignity. Even if it took losing his ship and the crew, he would take the Chens down once and for all.

That is, after he won this little skirmish.

Unfortunately, an hour of tireless battling proved this wasn't simply a little skirmish. Eddy Chen had brought reinforcement.

Before Brett knew it, his ship was surrounded. His crew was a lost cause. They scrambled about on the deck in panic as cannonballs soared through the nearly dusk sky, a few crashing into the ship and a couple even crushing some of Brett's men. 
The main ship veered closer as Eddy's men prepared to jump on the deck. There was no escape.

Desperately Brett ran down in the secret exit, an escape route no one knew about but himself. One might consider it selfish for him to only look out for himself, but when you're a captain, the most crucial part is your own survival.

He released the emergency raft, taking the prepared three days' supply of food and week's supply of water on the nearby shelf with him. 

This wasn't supposed to end this way, but hopefully his meager preparations would be enough.

Quickly he rowed the raft as far away from the ship as possible.

Brett watched as the fateful cannonball hit the side of his ship. It slowly became inundated with water as it sunk. A few of his crew had managed to get some emergency rafts, but most remained on board. Now, they only had two ways of escape -- death by drowning or death by Chen's crew.

Brett looked sorrowfully on the tragic scene. Even of the ones who managed to get escape rafts, Eddy's crew found and killed the majority of them. 

Rapidly he rowed farther and farther away from the ship, escaping from the danger and the pain of his legacy lost.

Six days had passed, and still no sight of land or rescue. Brett had taken off the eyepatch when falling asleep one time, and when he woke up it had disappeared. Probably fell into the vast Indian ocean and was long gone. But still, he had the brooch. At least that bastard Eddy Chen wouldn't have his grimy hands on it, even if Brett had to die with it.

He looked down at his arms, the skin peeling from too much sun. His formerly smooth, silky skin was now crisp and burnt, his hair oily with a slight shade of brown. At this rate, not even his own crew would recognize him, especially since he never walked around without his eyepatch on.

His throat was parched. Quickly he leaned forward and grabbed the survival kit. When he opened it, however, he realized that the last water sac had sprung a leak, dripping out of the kit and mingling with the toxic salt water in the ocean. Although there was a small swallow remaining in the bag, he didn't have much left.

Taking his last sip of water, Brett looked out at the ocean, with water everywhere but none to drink. This would be the end.

A few hours later, the strength of the sun overtook his weak body. Everything went black.

"What is your name boy?" a commanding voice yelled over him.

Brett looked up at the piercing eyes, trembling as he desperately tried to hold back a yelp. The infamous eyepatch was unmistakable.

But he didn't seem to know his name. Maybe he could survive, just a little longer. 

As he looked into the captain's eyes to respond, Brett could feel their piercing, almost hypnotizing nature. He nearly told him his real name in a daze, but looking instead at the eyepatch helped him to refocus.

"Um... Jim Wong, sir," Brett responded shakily.

Eddy drew out his sword. "And are you a part of Brett Yang's crew?"
Brett tried to think of a lie, but failed. There was no escape.

"Y-yes...," Brett closed his eyes as the sword neared his throat. "Please spare me sir."

Eddy stood over him, glaring deep into his eyes and brushing the edge of his weapon along Brett's adam apple. "And why should I spare you?"
"I will be your slave, I will do anything sir."
Eddy seemed pleased with the answer. "You can work for me and live. But you shall do everything I say." He brought his face closer to Brett's until he could feel the hot breath on his lips. "Everything."
Brett nodded weakly, still shaking from terror.

"Now... I shall lead you to your quarters," roughly Eddy drew him up from the ground. Brett nearly gasped at his strength as he effortlessly pulled him to his feet. Still gripping him tightly on the shoulder, he pulled him down the stairs.

Without his eyepatch, it was initially difficult to adjust to the dim light. As a result, he had to blindly follow Eddy as he regained his vision.

Suddenly he felt the coarseness of a hard wooden wall on his back as Eddy pressed into him. Eddy's hands wrapped around him as he drew closer. Brett tried to move away, but he was held in place.

"Please, don't hurt me si-" Brett whimpered, silenced as Eddy aggressively kissed him, biting hard on his lower lip as the hands around him grew tighter. Eddy's tongue pushed into his mouth. Weakly Brett allowed the intrusion, opening his mouth as Eddy pressed him harder into the wall. Eddy's hands slowly drew down his waist, making Brett whimper again both in fear and seduction. Firmly he squeezed one of Brett's thighs, biting him hard on the collarbone.

Suddenly Eddy drew away. Brett collapsed on the floor, weak from his terror and response to Eddy's touch.

"You shall do everything I say." Eddy stooped over him, leaning in until Brett could feel his hot breath. "Everything." He looked piercingly into Brett's eyes, keeping him from being able to think straight and making him tremble all over again.
Brett nodded, faintly realizing the implications of his promise. "Yes sir."

Eddy pointed to a small room, right next to what appeared to be the captain's quarters. "Your living quarters are right here."
Brett nodded again as he tried to stand up. But he was still weak, collapsing under his own weight. Eddy drew him up, grabbing at his hip and roughly squeezing it as he pulled him into the room.

"I expect to see you ready for work tomorrow at dawn," he said, shutting the door.