he watches the ships that come sailing (ryan/brendon)
he watches the ships that come sailing (ryan/brendon, 1493)
pirates for hatoyona. title from "beyond the sea" by bobby darin.
Ryan the Reckless was the most frightening pirate of all the seas. (He wasn't really. People feared him to his face but behind his back made flailing motions and spoke in high-pitched tones over how adorable he was. Even the men.)
Ryan the Reckless was the most frightening pirate of all the seas.
(He wasn't really. People feared him to his face but behind his back made flailing motions and spoke in high-pitched tones over how adorable he was. Even the men. It was a weird phenomenon, unique to Ryan the Reckless. Many suggested that it was the heart-melting smile he had on whenever every time he asked people to do horrifying things to themselves, friends or pets. Everyone did whatever he asked, of course, because Ryan had a big gun and a fierce crew. But that smile! Oh, the broken hearts!)
Ryan had a boat. A big boat. Like his big gun. Ryan had big things, almost by accident. His crew were also all taller then him. His boat's name was The Pumpkin Eater. It wasn't a name he would have chosen, but it came with the ship and he was loathe to change it now. His crew's names were Travis, Gabe, and William; three tallest of layabouts to ever sail who were devoted to Ryan and his reckless ways. They also came with the ship, and it was their home, and Ryan was loathe to change that as well.
The only thing Ryan had that wasn't very big, besides himself, was his three-legged dog Hobo. He'd bought him especially because he had three legs. Also because Hobo the Brave was really cute.
He sailed the seven seas and was reckless with his tall crew and three-legged dog. He felt he had quite achieved the perfect life. There was no shortage of valuables, hidden in his secret places. He had his own cabin with an adjoining bedroom and his crew never complained about their shared quarters.
But Ryan was sometimes unhappy and sometimes he stood at the quarter deck and looked out at the great blank sea and wondered if perhaps he was missing something. Maybe he needed a parrot. Or a new hat. Ryan the Reckless didn't really like hats. They made his head sweaty.
Life on the boat was peaceful. Ryan had been taken by a sudden case of practicality and was steering them in a completely charted direction, which afforded the crew many opportunities for laziness. William and Gabe were sunbathing in the late afternoon sun. Travis was watching them. It was a nice day outside.
"I think Captain Ryan is lonely," said William suddenly. "I think he feels unfulfilled by his life at sea."
"I agree," said Gabe. "And I also think you need more tanning oil." He sat up and rubbed some on William's chest.
"No, I really think he is. He's being more practical then usual. He knows exactly where he wants to go and what he wants to do when he gets where he wants to go."
"Hmm," said Travis.
"And furthermore, I think he knows exactly what he wants us to do when we get where-ever we're going."
"Oh no!" Ryan rarely, if ever, knew what he wanted to do with his crew. He was Ryan the Reckless! He did what ever he wanted! And his crew had even more freedom then that.
"Travis," said Gabe. "Travis, you must go talk to him"
"I don't want to. He's scary when he's being practical."
"You're the tallest," said William. "If he punches you, it'll be in the kneecap. I'd get hit in the groin and Gabe would get hit in the stomach."
Travis got up and went to talk to Ryan in the captain's quarters.
"Ryan, we're worried about you."
"Not now, Travis. I'm busy charting our course for the next twelve weeks."
Travis was horrified. He turned away to save himself from the sight.
They were passing by an island. There appeared to be a tiny, Ryan-sized boy jumping up and down on a stretch of pure white beach.
There was a shout from the deck as the crew noticed the Ryan-sized boy on the beach. "Ryan!" shouted William. "Ryan, there is a boy on that island!"
Ryan and Travis rushed outside. William and Gabe were already leaning over the deck, waving at the small boy that was about Ryan's size. (Maybe a little bit shorter.)
"Help!" shouted the boy. "I'm lost, help!"
Ryan kicked off his shoes and jumped overboard. "Put down the anchor!" he shouted back at his crew.
"He certainly is reckless," said Gabe, admiringly.
Ryan climbed out of the water onto the shore. He was soaked and he'd probably just ruined his favorite pair of jeans. But the boy who was just about his size ran up to him with the biggest smile Ryan had ever been on the receiving end of and Ryan decided that his recklessness had served him well, once again.
"Are you saving me?" said the boy. "I'm so lost!"
"I am Ryan the Reckless," said Ryan. "And you looked distressed."
"I am distressed," said the boy. "I am very, very distressed, Ryan the Reckless. I'm lost!"
"I've found you," said Ryan. "So you can't be that lost."
Ryan took the lost boy to his ship. His name was Brendon. He was a dolphin hunter, but he was pretty bad at it and had never killed any dolphins. He said he had accidentally set his boat on fire and he was forced to jump ship. The rest of the crew made it to the lifeboat, but he got swept away in the current.
Brendon said he hated being in the business of killing dolphins and never wanted to do it ever again. It was all because his parents had wanted him to get a summer job.
"Dude," said Gabe. "Brutal summer job."
They held a small party for Brendon that night. There was fish, and dancing. Travis ripped Brendon's shirt, accidentally, and Gabe poured some tanning oil on him, accidentally, and William spiked his water with rum, accidentally. Then Brendon accidentally sang too many sea-shanties and set the crew ablaze with old songs that kept them up half the night. He was an instant part of the gang.
"You can sleep down with crew," said Ryan, after he'd apologised to Brendon and helped him sober up. "They're accident-prone, but they'll take care of you. I told them to."
"Thanks for saving me," said Brendon. "I thought I was going to die on that island. This boat is great."
They sat in silence on the steps on the quarter deck. The moon had risen and it was a clear night, filled with stars. Ryan looked at Brendon. Brendon held his gaze. His face reflected moonlight from too many nights spent awake in the dark.
"Good night," Ryan said.
Brendon liked the pirate ship. It was dirty and the crew were all crazy, but he thought Hobo the Brave was the cutest seadog ever and he really liked Ryan the Reckless. He'd never met a pirate before, but he thought Ryan must be the sweetest one. Nowhere near as fearful as the legends made him out to be.
"Brendon," said William, who was already swinging in his hammock. "Brendon, Brendon. What's it like, being lost?"
"I was lonely," said Brendon. "I wanted a hug. And I was hungry. There was no food on that island."
"I'll give you a hug," said Gabe. He gave Brendon a hug.
Brendon screeched. "That was not a hug!"
"What did you do?" chastised William.
"He did not hug me!"
"I just did this!" Gabe hugged William.
"Aw," said William. "Do that again."
"He gave me a totally different hug," said Brendon. "I need some air. I'm going upstairs."
"Can't spell hug without ugh," said Travis, tapping his chin. "Good night. Don't stay out too long, or you'll catch a chill."
"I got a chill once," said William. "It was horrible. Remember, Travis? We had to share a hammock for warmth."
"Horrible," nodded Travis.
Ryan had changed into his pyjamas already, and was just blowing out the last candle in his quarters when he noticed Brendon lying on the deck of his ship. He liked Brendon. Brendon was like the rest of the things in Ryan's life; all wrong for everything but perfect for his boat. And he wasn't taller then Ryan either - he was nearly Ryan's size. He was maybe just right for Ryan too.
Ryan went outside and lay down next to Brendon. "Did Gabe try to hug you?"
"Yes," said Brendon. "I've never had a hug like that before."
Ryan laughed.
"I want to be a pirate," said Brendon. "Can I join your crew?"
"Why do you want to join?"
"You wouldn't ever make me kill dolphins because you let people do what they want. And I like it here."
Ryan nodded. Those were good reasons. "Are you prepared for a life of danger and romance, wonder and mystery, brash and foolhardy?"
"Yes sir," said Brendon, saluting the stars.
"You must prove yourself," said Ryan. "You must do something reckless to prove that you are worthy of being on my crew."
Brendon kissed him.
pirates for hatoyona. title from "beyond the sea" by bobby darin.
Ryan the Reckless was the most frightening pirate of all the seas. (He wasn't really. People feared him to his face but behind his back made flailing motions and spoke in high-pitched tones over how adorable he was. Even the men.)
Ryan the Reckless was the most frightening pirate of all the seas.
(He wasn't really. People feared him to his face but behind his back made flailing motions and spoke in high-pitched tones over how adorable he was. Even the men. It was a weird phenomenon, unique to Ryan the Reckless. Many suggested that it was the heart-melting smile he had on whenever every time he asked people to do horrifying things to themselves, friends or pets. Everyone did whatever he asked, of course, because Ryan had a big gun and a fierce crew. But that smile! Oh, the broken hearts!)
Ryan had a boat. A big boat. Like his big gun. Ryan had big things, almost by accident. His crew were also all taller then him. His boat's name was The Pumpkin Eater. It wasn't a name he would have chosen, but it came with the ship and he was loathe to change it now. His crew's names were Travis, Gabe, and William; three tallest of layabouts to ever sail who were devoted to Ryan and his reckless ways. They also came with the ship, and it was their home, and Ryan was loathe to change that as well.
The only thing Ryan had that wasn't very big, besides himself, was his three-legged dog Hobo. He'd bought him especially because he had three legs. Also because Hobo the Brave was really cute.
He sailed the seven seas and was reckless with his tall crew and three-legged dog. He felt he had quite achieved the perfect life. There was no shortage of valuables, hidden in his secret places. He had his own cabin with an adjoining bedroom and his crew never complained about their shared quarters.
But Ryan was sometimes unhappy and sometimes he stood at the quarter deck and looked out at the great blank sea and wondered if perhaps he was missing something. Maybe he needed a parrot. Or a new hat. Ryan the Reckless didn't really like hats. They made his head sweaty.
Life on the boat was peaceful. Ryan had been taken by a sudden case of practicality and was steering them in a completely charted direction, which afforded the crew many opportunities for laziness. William and Gabe were sunbathing in the late afternoon sun. Travis was watching them. It was a nice day outside.
"I think Captain Ryan is lonely," said William suddenly. "I think he feels unfulfilled by his life at sea."
"I agree," said Gabe. "And I also think you need more tanning oil." He sat up and rubbed some on William's chest.
"No, I really think he is. He's being more practical then usual. He knows exactly where he wants to go and what he wants to do when he gets where he wants to go."
"Hmm," said Travis.
"And furthermore, I think he knows exactly what he wants us to do when we get where-ever we're going."
"Oh no!" Ryan rarely, if ever, knew what he wanted to do with his crew. He was Ryan the Reckless! He did what ever he wanted! And his crew had even more freedom then that.
"Travis," said Gabe. "Travis, you must go talk to him"
"I don't want to. He's scary when he's being practical."
"You're the tallest," said William. "If he punches you, it'll be in the kneecap. I'd get hit in the groin and Gabe would get hit in the stomach."
Travis got up and went to talk to Ryan in the captain's quarters.
"Ryan, we're worried about you."
"Not now, Travis. I'm busy charting our course for the next twelve weeks."
Travis was horrified. He turned away to save himself from the sight.
They were passing by an island. There appeared to be a tiny, Ryan-sized boy jumping up and down on a stretch of pure white beach.
There was a shout from the deck as the crew noticed the Ryan-sized boy on the beach. "Ryan!" shouted William. "Ryan, there is a boy on that island!"
Ryan and Travis rushed outside. William and Gabe were already leaning over the deck, waving at the small boy that was about Ryan's size. (Maybe a little bit shorter.)
"Help!" shouted the boy. "I'm lost, help!"
Ryan kicked off his shoes and jumped overboard. "Put down the anchor!" he shouted back at his crew.
"He certainly is reckless," said Gabe, admiringly.
Ryan climbed out of the water onto the shore. He was soaked and he'd probably just ruined his favorite pair of jeans. But the boy who was just about his size ran up to him with the biggest smile Ryan had ever been on the receiving end of and Ryan decided that his recklessness had served him well, once again.
"Are you saving me?" said the boy. "I'm so lost!"
"I am Ryan the Reckless," said Ryan. "And you looked distressed."
"I am distressed," said the boy. "I am very, very distressed, Ryan the Reckless. I'm lost!"
"I've found you," said Ryan. "So you can't be that lost."
Ryan took the lost boy to his ship. His name was Brendon. He was a dolphin hunter, but he was pretty bad at it and had never killed any dolphins. He said he had accidentally set his boat on fire and he was forced to jump ship. The rest of the crew made it to the lifeboat, but he got swept away in the current.
Brendon said he hated being in the business of killing dolphins and never wanted to do it ever again. It was all because his parents had wanted him to get a summer job.
"Dude," said Gabe. "Brutal summer job."
They held a small party for Brendon that night. There was fish, and dancing. Travis ripped Brendon's shirt, accidentally, and Gabe poured some tanning oil on him, accidentally, and William spiked his water with rum, accidentally. Then Brendon accidentally sang too many sea-shanties and set the crew ablaze with old songs that kept them up half the night. He was an instant part of the gang.
"You can sleep down with crew," said Ryan, after he'd apologised to Brendon and helped him sober up. "They're accident-prone, but they'll take care of you. I told them to."
"Thanks for saving me," said Brendon. "I thought I was going to die on that island. This boat is great."
They sat in silence on the steps on the quarter deck. The moon had risen and it was a clear night, filled with stars. Ryan looked at Brendon. Brendon held his gaze. His face reflected moonlight from too many nights spent awake in the dark.
"Good night," Ryan said.
Brendon liked the pirate ship. It was dirty and the crew were all crazy, but he thought Hobo the Brave was the cutest seadog ever and he really liked Ryan the Reckless. He'd never met a pirate before, but he thought Ryan must be the sweetest one. Nowhere near as fearful as the legends made him out to be.
"Brendon," said William, who was already swinging in his hammock. "Brendon, Brendon. What's it like, being lost?"
"I was lonely," said Brendon. "I wanted a hug. And I was hungry. There was no food on that island."
"I'll give you a hug," said Gabe. He gave Brendon a hug.
Brendon screeched. "That was not a hug!"
"What did you do?" chastised William.
"He did not hug me!"
"I just did this!" Gabe hugged William.
"Aw," said William. "Do that again."
"He gave me a totally different hug," said Brendon. "I need some air. I'm going upstairs."
"Can't spell hug without ugh," said Travis, tapping his chin. "Good night. Don't stay out too long, or you'll catch a chill."
"I got a chill once," said William. "It was horrible. Remember, Travis? We had to share a hammock for warmth."
"Horrible," nodded Travis.
Ryan had changed into his pyjamas already, and was just blowing out the last candle in his quarters when he noticed Brendon lying on the deck of his ship. He liked Brendon. Brendon was like the rest of the things in Ryan's life; all wrong for everything but perfect for his boat. And he wasn't taller then Ryan either - he was nearly Ryan's size. He was maybe just right for Ryan too.
Ryan went outside and lay down next to Brendon. "Did Gabe try to hug you?"
"Yes," said Brendon. "I've never had a hug like that before."
Ryan laughed.
"I want to be a pirate," said Brendon. "Can I join your crew?"
"Why do you want to join?"
"You wouldn't ever make me kill dolphins because you let people do what they want. And I like it here."
Ryan nodded. Those were good reasons. "Are you prepared for a life of danger and romance, wonder and mystery, brash and foolhardy?"
"Yes sir," said Brendon, saluting the stars.
"You must prove yourself," said Ryan. "You must do something reckless to prove that you are worthy of being on my crew."
Brendon kissed him.