Forever Begins with the Ocean's Tides [2/14]
Title: Forever Begins with the Ocean's Tides
Pairings/Characters: (in order of appearance) Quinn/Santana, minor Puck/Kurt, minor Santana/Puck, side Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Quinn
Mentions: Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Puck, Rachel/Finn
Other Characters: Artie, Mike, Will, Russell & Judy Fabray, Matt, mentions SueRating: PG-13 for this chapter; NC-17 overall
Length: ~1,900 for this chapter; 27,000+ overall
Summary: AU Captain Quinn Fabray is in love with the sea and her ship, The Cheerio. With Santana at her side as her first mate she's certain she doesn't need anything else. But when the crew of The Cheerio takes over the Glee and they find some unexpected crew members on board the captain starts to question everything around her.
Author's Note: See Chapter 1
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1
“The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.” -Amelia Barr
-Chapter 2-
At nightfall Quinn gave the order to extinguish all lanterns and commanded that all sails be raised. The wind was picking up and it wouldn’t be long before they would get close enough to board the cargo ship. Quinn waited patiently at the bow with Santana at her side, an arm around the first mate’s waist and her other hand gripping onto a bottle of rum she shared with the Latina.
Quinn wasn’t in love with Santana. She was fond of her and she cared about her and she was extremely possessive of her but she wasn’t in love with her. Quinn was in love with the sea and the smell of salt and the feel of the wind whipping through her hair. The sea was always constant. It didn’t change and that was what Quinn loved about it. Santana knew it and Quinn knew that someday Santana would probably leave her for someone they met while at a dodgy port but for the time being, Santana was hers and Quinn was happy with that even if the Latina did stray every now and then.
The crew started readying themselves on Quinn’s command. The ship was close now, Quinn could see the enemy men stationed on the stern and up in the crow’s nest. Their maneuvers were perfect, as always. When the bow was close enough they executed feats usually reserved for circus performers and launched a few crew members from the bow of The Cheerio to the stern of the Glee and they held loaded pistols to the navigator and his guards’ heads. Artie steered the ship up along the port side of the Glee and the rest of the crew boarded save for Quinn, Santana, Kurt, Puck, and a few others that would be left behind to keep watch.
Quinn watched proudly as her crew carried out her orders and lined the crew of the Glee up alongside the railing and gave the signal for her to board. Never one to make a quiet appearance Quinn grabbed a hold of a rope tied up to main mast gaff and took a running leap, clearing the space between the two ships and dropping to the main deck of the Glee with ease. Santana followed close behind. Kurt walked the plank between the two ships and mumbled something about girls and dramatic entrances.
“Go,” she yelled at her crew members. Kurt poked her in the shoulder. She growled. “If there’s soap, get some before Hummel drives me mad.”
Kurt smiled.
There was a unison “aye captain” from her crew before the ones that weren’t guarding the other ship’s crew headed to the hull to start hauling out the cargo. Kurt stood by the hatch to the hull with his parchment and lead pencil to take inventory of what came up. Quinn walked up and down the line of crew members until she reached the captain.
“Captain Schuester, we meet again,” Quinn said with a smirk, touching the tip of her sword to the bottom of his chin. “Still using lard to keep your hair nice and slick, I see.”
“Why are you doing this, Quinn?” the man asked softly. “Your father…”
“Don’t you dare try to defend him, Schuester,” Quinn spat. “I made one mistake in my entire life and he threw me out like a piece of trash. He is the one that made this possible to happen. I wouldn’t have become this if he had an ounce of forgiveness in him.”
“Quinn there is still time. There’s something you need to know…”
“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your sissy horseshit. Captain Sylvester was right, you’re pathetic.”
Captain Schuester turned bright red and the next thing Quinn knew he had shouted an order and his crew members sprang into action. They were pulling guns out of their shirts and swords from holsters. Quinn reacted quickly, barking out orders to take no prisoners and then for a few minutes it was war on the Atlantic. Quinn put all of her sword training to good use as did her crew members. Schuester pulled his steel from its holster and raised it at Quinn. She smirked.
Their swords connected repeatedly, Quinn expertly ducked and rolled at just the right times and Schuester was getting angrier and charging at her and she knew she had him where she wanted him. When people’s tempers flared they took risks and acted on impulse, not training. Quinn got a bit too cocky for a moment when she tried to jump up on the railing to get a height advantage and Schuester’s sword grazed her left arm. She didn’t let the anger get to her, she just went on fighting and finally with a perfectly placed high kick to his wrist his sword went flying overboard and she pinned him against the main mast, the blade of her sword pressed across his neck.
“Either call them off or they all die,” Quinn growled. “And you will watch. Every. Single. One.”
Schuester nodded and started shouting for his crew to step down. Quinn’s crew had most of his cornered and some had fallen but the few remaining fighters that were still standing and fighting dropped their weapons.
“Good job, Schuester,” Quinn said with a smirk. “Your crew is trained well and so are you. So predictable. Anything for your precious band of worthless mouth-breathers, hm? You want to know what happens when you try to defy me, Captain?” Schuester swallowed hard. “Lopez!”
Santana came running and stood obediently next to Quinn. “Yes, Captain?”
“Tell the crew not to unload the ship just yet. I need them all here for this. Make sure they all have a shot.”
“Aye.”
Quinn looked back to Schuester and smiled. “When we’re finished the only living souls on this ship will belong to me and my crew.” She looked over her should back to Santana. The Latina had an evil grin on her face.
“Line up the mouth-breathers!” Santana yelled. “Check below, I want every single one of them up here now! Go, before I shoot all of you as well!”
Quinn tied Schuester to the main mast facing his crew members which were lined up along the starboard railing, one-on-one with Quinn’s crew. The crew of The Cheerio had their pistols raised, ready to take orders from their captain. Quinn smirked when she looked at Schuester; his attempt at looking stoic was failing him miserably and she wondered how he could have ever worked his way up to being a captain.
“You will watch this,” she hissed at him. “Crew, ready!”
Her crew cocked their levers back.
“Take aim!”
The crew remained in their places, pistols aimed at the others’ heads.
“Captain, wait!” Kurt yelled from the hatch. He scurried over to Quinn and leaned in close to her. “Captain, there’s a problem.”
Quinn glared at the boy. “How could there quite possibly…”
Kurt pointed over at the hatch and out of it emerged two women wrapped in blankets. Because the light was dim, Quinn couldn’t clearly see them until another of her crew members appeared out of the hatch after the two women with a lantern. Quinn stepped forward and saw they were both clutching desperately to their blankets and shaking.
One of them was a tall blonde with sharp features and light eyes. Very obviously Dutch. The other was short with dark hair and tanned skin and dark eyes. Quite possibly Italian, Quinn thought, maybe Spanish.
“Names?” Quinn barked.
“Rachel Berry,” the short one answered.
“Brittany…” the tall blonde mumbled her last name but Quinn couldn’t hear and she figured even if she could that she wouldn’t be able to pronounce it anyway.
“You both speak English?”
The women nodded.
“Why are you on a ship going from Europe to the colonies, then?”
“I went to Europe seven years ago to pursue an acting career,” Rachel replied. “I met Brittany in Paris, she’s a dancer. We recently decided we wanted to go back to the colonies so we made our way to a port and one of the crew got us jobs in the kitchen.”
“I see.”
“Please don’t hurt us.”
Quinn stepped back and looked up and down the short brunette. She pulled a flask from her pocket and took a deep drink of rum. The warmth washed over her body and she smirked.
“I bet you’re really pretty underneath that.”
“I…” Rachel arched her eyebrow. “Thank you?”
“Drop the blanket,” Quinn commanded. She took another drink and tucked the flask back in her pocket.
Rachel looked up at the captain wide eyed. “What?”
“Drop. The. Blanket.”
Rachel looked around and stepped up close to the captain. “No! I am in my nightdress and there are men here!” she whispered. “This is inappropriate! Europe may be slightly more open-minded than the colonies because of the colonies’ Puritan founding but not that much of the European culture has influenced me and furthermore…”
Quinn groaned and rubbed her temple. “Okay, if I say you can keep the blanket will you shut up?”
Rachel’s jaw snapped shut.
“Santana!”
Santana was at her side quickly. Quinn looked down at the Latina only the brunette’s eyes were not focused on her. She was looking over at the tall blonde with a hint of lust in her eyes. Quinn glanced to Brittany and the blonde’s blue eyes were locked with Santana’s and she was smiling. Quinn pulled her away from the women and forced Santana’s attention back to her.
“Have someone get their things and take them to The Cheerio. They can stay in your quarters tonight, you’ll stay with me. Unload the cargo and let the rest go.”
“What about…”
“Don’t question me. When you’re finished go back to the ship. I want you in my quarters when I return.”
“Aye,” Santana said softly.
Santana nodded and put on her first-mate face and started barking orders. Quinn moved back to Rachel and circled her a few times. Quinn stopped in front of her and the brunette looked at the deck; Quinn put her fingers under the shorter girl’s chin and tilted her head up.
“Rachel Berry. I bet when you don’t have a blade pressed to your neck you’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
“I…I…”
“So you’re an actress?”
Rachel nodded. “And a singer.”
“She’s good,” Brittany chimed in.
Quinn smirked and looked over Brittany’s shoulder to Santana who was yelling at the crew. “I’m sure both of your voices will be put to good use before this trip is over with.”
“Wha…” Rachel gasped.
“Go,” Quinn ordered, pointing to the men who were standing by the plank waiting to escort the pair to The Cheerio.
“Yes, Captain,” Rachel whispered.
Quinn leaned down to the brunette’s ear and whispered, “Call me Quinn.” She smirked and pressed a kiss just below the brunette’s earlobe. She reached around and smacked Rachel’s backside.
When Quinn pulled back, Rachel’s eyes were the size of saucers and her mouth was gaped open.
“That is just uncalled for!” Rachel shrieked. “You are despicable! And the rum causes you to have horrible breath, by the way! I fully intend to…” Before Rachel could continue Brittany pulled her to the plank and a few crew members followed the pair over with their belongings.
Quinn watched over the next few hours as Schuester’s crew was tied up and the cargo was slowly loaded from one ship to the other. When her crew was finished Quinn moved back to Schuester who was still tied to the mast.
“Thank you, Quinn,” he said.
“I didn’t do it for you,” she spat. “Mouth-breather.”
Chapter 3
Pairings/Characters: (in order of appearance) Quinn/Santana, minor Puck/Kurt, minor Santana/Puck, side Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Quinn
Mentions: Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Puck, Rachel/Finn
Other Characters: Artie, Mike, Will, Russell & Judy Fabray, Matt, mentions SueRating: PG-13 for this chapter; NC-17 overall
Length: ~1,900 for this chapter; 27,000+ overall
Summary: AU Captain Quinn Fabray is in love with the sea and her ship, The Cheerio. With Santana at her side as her first mate she's certain she doesn't need anything else. But when the crew of The Cheerio takes over the Glee and they find some unexpected crew members on board the captain starts to question everything around her.
Author's Note: See Chapter 1
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1
“The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.” -Amelia Barr
-Chapter 2-
At nightfall Quinn gave the order to extinguish all lanterns and commanded that all sails be raised. The wind was picking up and it wouldn’t be long before they would get close enough to board the cargo ship. Quinn waited patiently at the bow with Santana at her side, an arm around the first mate’s waist and her other hand gripping onto a bottle of rum she shared with the Latina.
Quinn wasn’t in love with Santana. She was fond of her and she cared about her and she was extremely possessive of her but she wasn’t in love with her. Quinn was in love with the sea and the smell of salt and the feel of the wind whipping through her hair. The sea was always constant. It didn’t change and that was what Quinn loved about it. Santana knew it and Quinn knew that someday Santana would probably leave her for someone they met while at a dodgy port but for the time being, Santana was hers and Quinn was happy with that even if the Latina did stray every now and then.
The crew started readying themselves on Quinn’s command. The ship was close now, Quinn could see the enemy men stationed on the stern and up in the crow’s nest. Their maneuvers were perfect, as always. When the bow was close enough they executed feats usually reserved for circus performers and launched a few crew members from the bow of The Cheerio to the stern of the Glee and they held loaded pistols to the navigator and his guards’ heads. Artie steered the ship up along the port side of the Glee and the rest of the crew boarded save for Quinn, Santana, Kurt, Puck, and a few others that would be left behind to keep watch.
Quinn watched proudly as her crew carried out her orders and lined the crew of the Glee up alongside the railing and gave the signal for her to board. Never one to make a quiet appearance Quinn grabbed a hold of a rope tied up to main mast gaff and took a running leap, clearing the space between the two ships and dropping to the main deck of the Glee with ease. Santana followed close behind. Kurt walked the plank between the two ships and mumbled something about girls and dramatic entrances.
“Go,” she yelled at her crew members. Kurt poked her in the shoulder. She growled. “If there’s soap, get some before Hummel drives me mad.”
Kurt smiled.
There was a unison “aye captain” from her crew before the ones that weren’t guarding the other ship’s crew headed to the hull to start hauling out the cargo. Kurt stood by the hatch to the hull with his parchment and lead pencil to take inventory of what came up. Quinn walked up and down the line of crew members until she reached the captain.
“Captain Schuester, we meet again,” Quinn said with a smirk, touching the tip of her sword to the bottom of his chin. “Still using lard to keep your hair nice and slick, I see.”
“Why are you doing this, Quinn?” the man asked softly. “Your father…”
“Don’t you dare try to defend him, Schuester,” Quinn spat. “I made one mistake in my entire life and he threw me out like a piece of trash. He is the one that made this possible to happen. I wouldn’t have become this if he had an ounce of forgiveness in him.”
“Quinn there is still time. There’s something you need to know…”
“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your sissy horseshit. Captain Sylvester was right, you’re pathetic.”
Captain Schuester turned bright red and the next thing Quinn knew he had shouted an order and his crew members sprang into action. They were pulling guns out of their shirts and swords from holsters. Quinn reacted quickly, barking out orders to take no prisoners and then for a few minutes it was war on the Atlantic. Quinn put all of her sword training to good use as did her crew members. Schuester pulled his steel from its holster and raised it at Quinn. She smirked.
Their swords connected repeatedly, Quinn expertly ducked and rolled at just the right times and Schuester was getting angrier and charging at her and she knew she had him where she wanted him. When people’s tempers flared they took risks and acted on impulse, not training. Quinn got a bit too cocky for a moment when she tried to jump up on the railing to get a height advantage and Schuester’s sword grazed her left arm. She didn’t let the anger get to her, she just went on fighting and finally with a perfectly placed high kick to his wrist his sword went flying overboard and she pinned him against the main mast, the blade of her sword pressed across his neck.
“Either call them off or they all die,” Quinn growled. “And you will watch. Every. Single. One.”
Schuester nodded and started shouting for his crew to step down. Quinn’s crew had most of his cornered and some had fallen but the few remaining fighters that were still standing and fighting dropped their weapons.
“Good job, Schuester,” Quinn said with a smirk. “Your crew is trained well and so are you. So predictable. Anything for your precious band of worthless mouth-breathers, hm? You want to know what happens when you try to defy me, Captain?” Schuester swallowed hard. “Lopez!”
Santana came running and stood obediently next to Quinn. “Yes, Captain?”
“Tell the crew not to unload the ship just yet. I need them all here for this. Make sure they all have a shot.”
“Aye.”
Quinn looked back to Schuester and smiled. “When we’re finished the only living souls on this ship will belong to me and my crew.” She looked over her should back to Santana. The Latina had an evil grin on her face.
“Line up the mouth-breathers!” Santana yelled. “Check below, I want every single one of them up here now! Go, before I shoot all of you as well!”
Quinn tied Schuester to the main mast facing his crew members which were lined up along the starboard railing, one-on-one with Quinn’s crew. The crew of The Cheerio had their pistols raised, ready to take orders from their captain. Quinn smirked when she looked at Schuester; his attempt at looking stoic was failing him miserably and she wondered how he could have ever worked his way up to being a captain.
“You will watch this,” she hissed at him. “Crew, ready!”
Her crew cocked their levers back.
“Take aim!”
The crew remained in their places, pistols aimed at the others’ heads.
“Captain, wait!” Kurt yelled from the hatch. He scurried over to Quinn and leaned in close to her. “Captain, there’s a problem.”
Quinn glared at the boy. “How could there quite possibly…”
Kurt pointed over at the hatch and out of it emerged two women wrapped in blankets. Because the light was dim, Quinn couldn’t clearly see them until another of her crew members appeared out of the hatch after the two women with a lantern. Quinn stepped forward and saw they were both clutching desperately to their blankets and shaking.
One of them was a tall blonde with sharp features and light eyes. Very obviously Dutch. The other was short with dark hair and tanned skin and dark eyes. Quite possibly Italian, Quinn thought, maybe Spanish.
“Names?” Quinn barked.
“Rachel Berry,” the short one answered.
“Brittany…” the tall blonde mumbled her last name but Quinn couldn’t hear and she figured even if she could that she wouldn’t be able to pronounce it anyway.
“You both speak English?”
The women nodded.
“Why are you on a ship going from Europe to the colonies, then?”
“I went to Europe seven years ago to pursue an acting career,” Rachel replied. “I met Brittany in Paris, she’s a dancer. We recently decided we wanted to go back to the colonies so we made our way to a port and one of the crew got us jobs in the kitchen.”
“I see.”
“Please don’t hurt us.”
Quinn stepped back and looked up and down the short brunette. She pulled a flask from her pocket and took a deep drink of rum. The warmth washed over her body and she smirked.
“I bet you’re really pretty underneath that.”
“I…” Rachel arched her eyebrow. “Thank you?”
“Drop the blanket,” Quinn commanded. She took another drink and tucked the flask back in her pocket.
Rachel looked up at the captain wide eyed. “What?”
“Drop. The. Blanket.”
Rachel looked around and stepped up close to the captain. “No! I am in my nightdress and there are men here!” she whispered. “This is inappropriate! Europe may be slightly more open-minded than the colonies because of the colonies’ Puritan founding but not that much of the European culture has influenced me and furthermore…”
Quinn groaned and rubbed her temple. “Okay, if I say you can keep the blanket will you shut up?”
Rachel’s jaw snapped shut.
“Santana!”
Santana was at her side quickly. Quinn looked down at the Latina only the brunette’s eyes were not focused on her. She was looking over at the tall blonde with a hint of lust in her eyes. Quinn glanced to Brittany and the blonde’s blue eyes were locked with Santana’s and she was smiling. Quinn pulled her away from the women and forced Santana’s attention back to her.
“Have someone get their things and take them to The Cheerio. They can stay in your quarters tonight, you’ll stay with me. Unload the cargo and let the rest go.”
“What about…”
“Don’t question me. When you’re finished go back to the ship. I want you in my quarters when I return.”
“Aye,” Santana said softly.
Santana nodded and put on her first-mate face and started barking orders. Quinn moved back to Rachel and circled her a few times. Quinn stopped in front of her and the brunette looked at the deck; Quinn put her fingers under the shorter girl’s chin and tilted her head up.
“Rachel Berry. I bet when you don’t have a blade pressed to your neck you’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
“I…I…”
“So you’re an actress?”
Rachel nodded. “And a singer.”
“She’s good,” Brittany chimed in.
Quinn smirked and looked over Brittany’s shoulder to Santana who was yelling at the crew. “I’m sure both of your voices will be put to good use before this trip is over with.”
“Wha…” Rachel gasped.
“Go,” Quinn ordered, pointing to the men who were standing by the plank waiting to escort the pair to The Cheerio.
“Yes, Captain,” Rachel whispered.
Quinn leaned down to the brunette’s ear and whispered, “Call me Quinn.” She smirked and pressed a kiss just below the brunette’s earlobe. She reached around and smacked Rachel’s backside.
When Quinn pulled back, Rachel’s eyes were the size of saucers and her mouth was gaped open.
“That is just uncalled for!” Rachel shrieked. “You are despicable! And the rum causes you to have horrible breath, by the way! I fully intend to…” Before Rachel could continue Brittany pulled her to the plank and a few crew members followed the pair over with their belongings.
Quinn watched over the next few hours as Schuester’s crew was tied up and the cargo was slowly loaded from one ship to the other. When her crew was finished Quinn moved back to Schuester who was still tied to the mast.
“Thank you, Quinn,” he said.
“I didn’t do it for you,” she spat. “Mouth-breather.”
Chapter 3