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I didn't know you knew James.

I wish I could fuckin' say that I feel better for having gone.

But I don't. It hurt, it hurt a whole damn lot, and what do I have to show for it?

Absolutely nothing.

There was something painfully familiar and yet foreign about this, seeing Port Royal for the first time in nearly four months -- Shuraiya gazed at the island from a distance, his little, colorful boat bobbing in the waves, having appeared there from the port at Navarone ( Read more... )

I'm going to see him.

I'm going to Port fucking Royal and seeing him. What am I, a complete idiot? Have I lost my goddamn mind? I must have, if I actually was stupid enough to arrange to meet him there.

Will he remember, if I go to his dreary island in his Atlantic Ocean, who I am? What... what he fucking means meant to me ( Read more... )

I'm an idiot.

A big, fucking idiot, for thinking it was him. But... fuck, he talks like him, looks like him... I don't get how the hell it can't be James, but at the same time, be him.

Part of me wants to go there, to Port Royal, to fucking prove once and for all that it's James, my JamesThe rest of me knows better and is telling me to stay in ( Read more... )

The moon danced shadows across their skin as they moved apart, panting with lips parted and chests heaving. James lifted a lazy arm to wipe the sweat from his brow, slumping there, like that. They’d been fairly inseparable in many ways since they first endeavored to explore each other. Each successive time seemed to only be more exciting, more to ( Read more... )

Of course James has to be off on some stupid expedition to Tortuga today.

Goddamn, I wanna fuck him.

Fuck, and that damn Balthier wants his maps today. Impatient bastard. God, I fucking hate him.

It was a slow day and he’d been paying particular attention to a little town house in a little town on a little Island. More specifically, he’d been paying attention since he’d exacted a certain virus that seemed to spark romance here. He’d been waiting for a chance to involve himself and with infinite patience; it seemed like that time had come.
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Just barely recovering from a lucky shot to the leg, Shuraiya ducked into an alley and slumped against the grimy brick, clutching his side as the pirates stampeded by like so many drunk cattle. They were calling out his name, threatening to slaughter him for what he had done to their nakama. The footsteps died down, but Shuraiya knew they'd be back ( Read more... )

A small, bright blue sail appeared on the horizon; the tiny white vessel cut through the water with ease, it was obvious its navigator knew how to use the currents and the wind to his best advantage. Shuraiya laughed as he sailed, excited to be back in Port Royal and pleased with the way the boat handled.

He'd designated the ship to land just on ( Read more... )