AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING: R- NC-17
PAIRING: Logan/Remy, Remy/Storm
WARNINGS: Mild Violence, Death, Grossness, AU
DISCLAIMERS: THE X-MEN ARE NOT MINE. I DON'T OWN THEM, NOR DO I SELL MY STORIES TO ANYONE. THIS IS MERELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT. X-MEN ARE COPYRIGHTED BY MARVEL COMICS AND 20th CENTURY FOX.
SUMMARY: Remy LeBeau is a pirate, in the year 1681. He is at war with other pirates/bounty hunters who want his head and the reward (up to 1,000 pounds). Managing to overthrow one ship and taking the captain prisoner, he finds a little more than he can handle. (NOTE: The other characters in the story are mine. Those that are attached to X-men likenesses, belong
to Marvel).
 

PART ONE

"Captain!" A trembling and half-drunken man screamed as he stumbled his way from the front of the ship, to the medium sized, grand door on deck. His clothes were mostly dirty, and torn, but held together nicely after the night before's terrible storm. He had lost his shoes from holding onto the mast with only his arms. How foolish he had been for not tucking them away. Pounding loudly, he turned away from the door to mumble. "Dat bum's gonna be de death of us." He hadn't noticed that the door had opened and the Captain heard his last remark.

"Dis bum- could hear y' screamin fo' miles. An', turn down your tremblins. I know yo'r scared, but must y' broadcast it?" Remy smirked and pushed the scrawny and mostly filthy man aside to make his way to the front. The man had followed him and had begun to babble as he tried to explain.

"C-c-captain, de army is gainin on us. De wind is dyin down. We can' outrun dem." The man was talking and watching his feet in a nervous habit, that he hadn't noticed Remy had stopped. Running
into the captain was a bad thing on the ship, and he looked on in shock as Remy had turned to give him a questionable look before continuing his way to the front. The man gave a nervous smile and continued to follow Remy.

"Morning, Captain." Remy's trusted First Mate had been watching a speck move off port, with his looking glass. Hearing footsteps, he lowered it and handed it to Remy as he approached. He was an older man, in his late 40s, with greying hair and a haggard look to him. He had also been First Mate to Remy's father, before Remy inherited the ship. The man was a second father to Remy, and had watched him grow from a young boy of 10, to a young man of 24.

"Bon Jour, Tristan. Wha's dis commotion?" Remy took the glass and looked to where his mate had been pointing. "Gah! F'get t' pay one lousy bill, an' de whole country come after you."

"Captain, it was the royal port tax. And this is only half."

"Yea yea.." Remy returned the glass and waited for other news.

"May I bring your attentions sternside, sir? Logan's army is certainly gaining speed. We can't outrun both parties." Tristan watched Remy's expression change and dismiss the whole situation.

"Keep us ahead, full. If we can avoid de army, we'll have t' hol' off Logan til we reach de coast of Italy. He's wan'ed dere." Remy turned and made his way back to his cabin.

"Aren't you?" Tristan called back.

"Not as much as him, cher." Remy yelled, but didn't turn around. "Sides, Stormy get upset if Remy late f'r his rendezvous."

Tristan smiled and watched Remy walk about the deck. "Smart boy. Got his father's wit." He spoke under his breath.

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As Remy ducked inside his cabin, he listened to the orders that were shouted to the men, from Tristan. His head ached, and his stomach would not be silent for anything. Kicking off his high, black leather boots, and opening his white shirt to somewhat cool off, he walked around the darkened room to the window, where his bed was, and laid down.

The sheets felt nice against his back, and the room was just dark enough. Groaning and reaching behind his head, he pulled his long auburn hair loose from it's band. Remy sighed in relief as some of the pressure was lifted from his headache. He hadn't been drinking, nor had he starved himself. The headache came from the nonchalant fear of the men, who were afraid of being caught by either of the parties charging them.

Awhile later, a soft knock and a turning of the knob roused him from his dreamless nap. Reaching underneath his pillow with his left hand, and removing a shiny black pistol, he aimed it at the intruder as they walked into the room, cautiously. Separating him from the door, on the far left side of the
giant room, sat a round table full of papers and candles and food.

"Captain?" Tristan's voice spoke softly as he looked around the dark room for his commander. Spotting a pistol pointed at him, he tensed. "Remy, your father made that mistake once. I am not that easy to kill." The man stared at the pistol, calmly, and waited for Remy to lower it before continuing.

Remy dropped his arm, and let the weapon fall to the floor with a loud thud. He groaned and threw his hands to his ears to cover the echo that vibrated through his head. "Wha' is dis? Torture Remy day?"

Tristan stepped more into the room and shut the door, behind him. He came around to Remy's
bedside, and pulled out a chair from the table, to sit in. He spoke softly to his captain, and watched the young man's movement change on the bed. "Captain, The Devil Blade is moving at great speed. They should be upon us by tomorrow, if the speed is steady. If your father were here--"

"I'm not my fat'er." Remy growled and rolled away from the other man. "Logan will back off once he sees de coast of Venice. Make sure de men keep dier ent'usiasm t' a minimum." His voice lowered to
a barely audible whisper. "Head is killin me."

"Aye sir." Tristan said softly. Getting up to leave, Tristan reached over the curled and pained man to adjust the curtains over the huge window so that the daylight wouldn't disturb the captain. Tristan patted Remy's shoulder and excused himself from the room.

Remy heard the door close and rolled back over onto his back. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears with his hands, trying to drown out the waves of skittish fears that had taken over his room, and choked him. He gasped and panted as tears streamed from his eyes, into his long auburn hair.

Letting his body finally relax, he drifted off to sleep.

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A pounding on the door jostled him from his sleep. He had been so startled from his nap, that he was rolled out of bed and sat dazed, on the hard floor in his darkened room.

"CAPTAIN!!! CAP--" A man's frantic voice called to him from the other side of the closed door.

"What?!" Remy was becoming annoyed at his lack of peace and quiet.

The door opened and an older man stepped in. The man was in his early thirties, and acted as if he were 10. "C-c-captain, L-L-L-Logan's ship is gaining. We have a good 5 miles on him, but he is closin in." The man stepped more into the room and squinted his eyes, trying to find where Remy was. His black hair was tousled and long. He hadn't bothered with a ribbon, though he normally did. His
clothes, dirty white shirt, and blackened brown pants, were that of being worn a few days. His height wasn't nearly as tall as Remy, yet his boots had given his a few inches.

Remy's eyes glowed, and he remained on the floor. "Land?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"About 10 miles off starboard, sir."

"Can we make it b'fore morn?"

"Ah... well, yea. Just barely." The man froze as he stared at the two glowing red eyes in the far darkness.

Remy stood up and made his way towards the man. "Keep me posted." He said calmly and sent the man away.

It was early evening, and men were hurrying every which way.

"Captain, you ok?" Tristan's voice came from his left.

Turning his head, he blinked and nodded. "Oui. Jus' a headache. Show me Logan's ship."

Tristan nodded and escorted Remy to the back of the ship. Handing Remy the looking glass, he
pointed to a shadow and waited for Remy to look. "He'll catch us by dawn, if he increases. Land is getting closer, and yet he doesn't reverse."

"An' de army?"

"They've stopped for some reason, captain. Captain, this may seem.... strange? But, weren't you and Logan friends, a few years ago?" Tristan asked out of rememberance.

Remy lost all expression and turned to face him. "Were. He wanted de money more dan friendship. Don' bring dis up, 'gain, Tristan." His eyes glowed as he scowled before walking away.

Tristan called to Remy as he headed back to his cabin. "Get some rest. I'll wake ya when we reach port."

"You do dat." Remy muttered under his breath and continued walking.

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When morning came, they had dropped anchor and took down the banners of his trade. Remy stood on deck and shouted orders to his frantic crew before setting them loose. The army was nowhere in sight, and neither was the Devil Blade.

"Tristan, stay near de boat. I'll be back in a day." Remy winked and pulled his hat down low over his eyes.

Tristan gave a sly smile. "Aye, sir."

Remy hurried through the streets before stopping at a corner house. He pounded on the door and waited. He pounded again and again, until a half-dressed ebony goddess opened the door. Remy took
in her tired appearance before sweeping her into his arms and walking into the house. "Remy's home, chere. Been missin you, Stormy." Remy laid her down on the dusty kitchen floor, and began kissing her.

"Oh, Captain! Don't call me 'Stormy'." She gasped as his hands were sliding her nightgown up and then moving to his own clothing. Giggling and laughing as his soft touches tickled, she moaned as he had entered her.

His rhythm was quick, yet tender. Her pants and gasps drove him on. Kissing her lips and licking her neck, his hands caressed her smooth body and he smiled as he tickled her. Whispering softly into her ear, he groaned as his sensual chatter had caused her to scratch at his back. Remy hadn't heard the door nudge open or the sword being drawn, but he did feel the cold tip as it rested against his neck.
As the steel blade pressed against him, he tensed and came. "Hey, Logan." Remy panted.

"Mornin, Remy. Get up." Nudging Remy's side with his foot, he nodded and smiled at Storm. "Ma'am."

"Y' miss me, Logan? Or, y' still upset from de Jamacan prison?" Remy smirked and rolled off of
Storm and sat there, staring up at Logan.

Logan growled and moved his blade to Remy's chest. "Get dressed, lover boy. You and me got business to tend to."

Remy smirked and fixed his pants before standing up and helping Storm to her feet. "Leave de girl out o' dis. Dis is b'tween you an' me." He growled as Logan turned his attention toward Storm.

"I aint interested in her. Just you. Say yer goodbyes. It'll be a long while before you two have this moment, again." Logan hissed. After a moment of waiting impatiently, he pulled them apart and
shoved Remy out of the house. "Move." Logan grabbed him by the arm and pushed him in the
opposite direction of Remy's ship.

"So dat's where ya parked, hehn? Cher, y' gettin sneakier."

"Shut up." Logan growled and pushed Remy up the gang plank and onto the boat. He smirked as
Remy tripped over the edge of the boat and fell face first onto the deck. Grabbing the boy by the back of his shirt, he simply hoisted him to his feet and shoved him into the captain's quarters. "Have a seat, Remy." Logan replaced his sword and locked the door behind him.

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Storm had rushed to dress herself before running down to the docks to inform Tristan. She would have flown, if it hadn't have been daylight and with so many people out. By the time she had reached Remy's ship, Gambler's Spice, she had started mildly panting. Calling to anyone aboard, she took cautious steps up the gang plank and stopped at the top.

Tristan came out of the captain's quarters, barely dressed in his pants and open shirt, to see what was the matter. As his eyes roamed over Storm's panting expression, he knew something was wrong. He ducked back inside and returned a few moments later, fully dressed. Telling Storm to explain just what happened, they raced through the now busy town to find Remy.

"Mister Loomis, sir! I just saw Logan takin the Captain to the West port. He didn't look happy, sir. I reckon Logan's gonna run him through." One of the shipmate's spotted Tristan and Storm and caught up to them.

The three made thier way towards Logan's ship, but stopped short as Tristan told Storm to stay
behind and gather the crew and ready the ship for immediate launch.

The two men crept closer to the ship and searched for any lights or figures roaming around. Not finding a soul, Tristan focused on the Captain's quarters that had a light on. "Stay low and silent. It looks like there's just Logan and the Captain aboard."

"Logan can take out 10 men by himself, without his sword. We need more men."

Tristan thought for a minute. "Go find Phillipe and Will, if Storm hasn't found them yet. Have Storm bring the ship around and ready the guns."

"Aye sir." The man saluted and then hastily left.
 
 

To Be Continued.....