#v:The Pirate's Life for Me

[thecursedson]

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      The night was cool and the water was steady as Baelfire looked over the edge of the pirate ship he temporarily called home. His cheek rested on his arm as he watched the waves dance under the moonlight. He was thinking, not the bad kind of thinking. . .  Just wondering what could be out there that he wasn’t seeing, what worlds lived beyond the sea that he could be experiencing if he wasn’t a human. 

      All of a sudden, Baelfire caught a glimpse of what he thought was. . . Hair? Red hair? It was an odd sight, one that made him lift his head off his arm, stand on his tiptoes, and bend over the edge so that he could get a better look. His fingers curled around the railing so that he didn’t fall in because, if he did, he couldn’t swim.  He looked around the water but then he saw it again! Curious and excited, the boy had no choice but to call out to whatever he was seeing in delight. “Hello? Who’s out there?”

[thecursedson]

☯ + the moment Baelfire found the picture of Milah on Hook's desk.

Days then months. Months then years. Baelfire had been aboard the Jolly Roger for what now felt like centuries. At first, Bae thought he’d rather be anywhere but on the wooden vessel. He thought he’d rather be drowning again in the middle of the ocean being eaten by mermaids than on a ship with a bunch of pirates.

Pirates killed his mother. Pirates are the reason that his Papa never let him go swimming or go explore beyond where he could see. Pirates are the reason his childhood was taken from him because the minute his mother died was the minute Baelfire’s innocence also died.

Pirates were why his Papa was the Dark One. Pirates ruined his life.

As time had ticked on for the boy, he found that this ship was full of very different pirates from what his Papa had filled his head with stories of. His Papa had told him stories of vicious, killing pirates that didn’t do anything kind to people. He told him stories of pirates that stole and treated people like them like scum. This ship was different. Captain Hook was kind to him, treated him like he was his own son. Gave him clothes, taught him how to sail… Showed him that pirates are not everything his Papa made him believe in his stories. After all this time, Baelfire began to see the Jolly Roger as more than just a pirate ship, but his home. He thought he could never find a place that felt like home as much as the Darling’s home, but he was mistaken.

While Hook was out commanding his ship, Baelfire thought he would explore the lower decks a bit. Normally, he only went where he was told but as a fourteen-year-old boy often does, he let his curiosity get the better of him as he roamed into the Captain’s quarters.

The first thing he saw, a sword. A big, long one at that. With much care, as he done during all their sword fighting lessons, Baelfire slowly drew the sword from the sheath and held it in his grasp. In the sunlight, the silver object shined like the hook the pirate captain dawned. It was beautiful. Bae had never seen anything this beautiful before in his life beside his Mama’s smile.

Sword in hand, Baelfire continued his exploration of the Captain’s quarters. Different jewels, trophies the boy could only imagine came from all of Hook’s adventures littered the place with grace. He walked around the desk and Bae saw something out of the corner of his eye—a corner of parchment peeking out of a corner of a drawer. Scrunching his eyebrows together in question, the lad slowly opened the drawer to reveal what exactly it was that was begging to be found. His eyes widened in shock as Baelfire’s whole world came crashing to a halt. For there, in that drawer was a self portrait of a woman he’d know anywhere – his mother.

In that moment, Baelfire saw nothing but red as his heart brought out feelings he had not felt since his Papa had abandoned him in the Enchanted Forest. Anger. Heartbreak. Sadness. Betrayal. In truth, that list could go on for years. His chest rose and fell as he shakily picked the picture up from the drawer and brought it close. It really was her, but why did he have it? Unless-… Unless…

Without another thought, Baelfire tore to the main deck with the sword in one hand and her picture in the other. Tears lined his Papa’s rich brown eyes as he charged at Killian in full force and swung his sword.

“FACE ME, VILLAIN!”

“What’s this about, Bae?”

“I found this… In your desk.” He panted, looking down at the image in his hand. His heart was pounding at a mile a minute, his head screaming for him to know the truth. “It’s-…It’s my mother. How did you get it!?” The boy hissed.

“Bae-”

“HOW?!?” He swung his sword again, this time more blindly as tears clouded his vision. “You’re the pirate that killed her!” He screamed through his throat that now burned as he tried to hold back from sobbing right then and there. Another swing and this time the sword was gripped by a hook and hurled across the ship and for a brief moment Baelfire just stood there frozen as tears trickled down his pale cheeks and onto the picture of his mother.

“I didn’t…Kill your mother… We fell in love…”

The boy’s eyes softened as Jones began to tell his side of the story. His chest rose and fell as confusion filled the young boy. His whole life, his Papa had told him that pirates were the reason his Mama had died. His whole life, he was told that pirates were awful, dangerous people that didn’t deserve happy endings.

“We ran off together… .”

Yet, as Killian knelt in front of him and looked into his eyes with the same ocean colored ones his Mama had Baelfire knew that, in that moment, his Papa had been wrong about pirates.

“…Your father lied to you. He was too much of a coward to tell you the truth! He tore her heart out and crushed it in front of me, and I’ve spent every moment since then wanting revenge.”

As Baelfire stood there letting the tears trickle down his face, he lost track of what he was supposed to believe anymore. Killian had solved the issue as to how she died. All those years ago, his Papa had told him that pirates had killed his mother, but after hearing what Killian had to say and going back over everything he witnessed from his Papa after he became the Dark One, it became clear that the real villain in his life was his Papa.

“She abandoned me…” Bae said quietly, keeping his broken eyes fixed on Killian’s.

“Not a single day passed when your mother didn’t regret abandoning you, Baelfire. We talked about going back for you when you’re old enough. Perhaps fate brought us together so I can make good on those plans.” 

Killian reached for Bae’s hand as he looked at the boy who was the spitting image of the woman he loved, “We can live the life that MIlah wanted for us as a family.”

As if like clockwork, Baelfire jerked himself back Killian violently. His heart was telling him no. Killian wasn’t all good, either. His Papa was bad, but he was just as guilty. “No! Stay back. You used me!” He breathed heavily, the tears flooding down his cheeks again, “You wanted to kill my father!”

“Yes, I did…”

“You tore apart my family… As sure as if you tore her heart out yourself.” The lad came to his own conclusions, his own thoughts. Not only had his father destroyed their family by his own hands, but this pirate was just as guilty. As he stood with his heart breaking, his hands trembling and his mind racing he decided…

“Bae, don’t-…”

“I want off this ship…” Then what he said next spat off of Bae’s lips harder than any word he had ever said before, “…Pirate.” 

With no more words to say, the devastated brunette walked off to go back to his cabin and pack the few things he had on the ship and a few other things. He no longer considered the Jolly Roger home. He no longer considered any adult in his life to be one he could trust. He’d rather face the world alone, than let that pirate, his Papa or his mother help him ever again.

/ / @justmilah & @rumdaydreams

[thecursedson]

                  ❝ I'm SORRY that 𝓘 hurt 𝕪𝕠𝕦, it's [ s o m e t h i n g ]                                                            𝓘 MUST live with                                                               [ e v e r y d a y ] . ❞ 

[ [ @rumdaydreams ] ] 

[thecursedson]

“But the wind has yet to shift, even if it is coming from the South East in order to move us North East.” The boy responded, FAR from thrilled-- more disappointed, if anything. “We have sat in the same spot for what seems like centuries. Or, we have gone in a circle without knowing it. Either way...” He sighed, “We have yet to move in a different direction.”

{ @rumdaydreams | Continued }

[thecursedson]

/ / @justmilah​ | ♥

     As the golden sun began to set over the horizon and illuminate his skin, Baelfire began to glow in a warmth unlike any he had shown before. His small hands wrapped around the wheel at ten and two as he looked onward at the sea. “Mama! Mama, look!” He called down to her, careful not to let his eyes break from their course.  “I-I’m sailing, Mama!” He wasn’t tall enough to see much beyond the wheel, but he did his best. One day, he might be able to without having to stand on the tips of his toes. “I don’t know where we are going. Father told me to look straight on and that would be the direction.”

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@itsanendnotabeginning  

“Well, I never saw it comin’ I should’ve started runnin’ a long, long time ago. And I never thought I’d doubt you, I’m better off without you more than you know!”

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@thecursedson​ "Are you fucking KIDDING me??"

“I told Mama not to tell you!”

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Baelfire looked from the food at his plate, up to the captain, then back down. He poked it with his eating utensil TWICE before he opened his mouth to speak. “Are you sure this food is sanitary?” He asked, poking it a couple of times. “It looks questionable, to me.”

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Bae smiled as his thick curls were ruffled under Killian’s touch before shaking his head to set them back into place... Sort of. “How do you know I can’t get it?” He asked hopefully, “Maybe I can get it? After all, as long as you believe then nothing is impossible.”

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“No! No, no, NO! I just don’t understand!” Bae cried as he dropped the sword on the deck out of frustration. Learning sword fighting was MUCH harder than he ever thought it would be. He WASN’T a coward, he wouldn’t back away from it, but the frustration was definitely getting to the fifteen-year-old boy. “I’m not meant to do this! I’m a... boy from a small village! I’m supposed to be herding sheep and collecting eggs for breakfast... I should just.. Stick to the status quo and stick to what I know.. and do that..” He ran his hands through his thick, brunette curls as he tried to control himself. 

[thecursedson]

Baelfire woke up, excitement coursing through his veins. Today was the day! Today was the day that Killian promised he would teach Bae sword fighting techniques so he could really learn what being a man of the sea was like. He got dressed as fast as he could and ran to the deck, his smile as bright as the son. 

“Captain!” he called, “Are you ready!? You promised a sword fighting lesson today!”

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“Please. PLEASE. Don’t say another pun!  If you make me laugh anymore I’m going to EXPLODE!” The young brunette cried as he sat on the deck of the Jolly Roger holding his stomach in pain, and joy, as he laughed.

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           Baelfire jumped out of his bunk and got dressed as fast as he could. Today was going to be the best day ever. Why? Because today was the day that Bae got to continue his lessons in sailing and being a pirate. Even better, today was the day that Baelfire would get to learn sword fighting. To him, this was probably even more useful than anything he had learned thus far because he never learned how to properly defend himself until now. Now he had a way to stand up to himself with actual skill and not just by hitting, kicking or using his words. 

           Upon being all dressed, Bae darted to deck into the sunlight too and fro looking for the captain of the Jolly Roger with a bright smile. “Captain?” The curly-haired kid asked, looking around. the ship. When his bright brown eyes spotted him behind the wheel, Baelfire darted up to him with a bright grin. ‘Morning, Captain! I’m ready when you are!” 

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Baelfire’s brown eyes followed the Captain of the Jolly Roger as he got down to his eye level. “Well it’s just... Not many people actually care about what I do, these days.” The boy spoke honestly. “I’m the finest sailor you’ve seen in ages? You’re not just saying that?”

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Baelfire sat on the edge of the Jolly Roger that night, his feet dangling over the edge  as he looked up at the rich, indigo sky littered with diamonds. “Captain.. you never told me where you were from... but do you ever miss it?”