Forever Begins with the Ocean's Tides [4/14]
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: ~1,750 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 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Also, you guys, hennablue is totally amazing. I introduce to you the companion piece to Pirate Quinn:
Rachel Berry, not quite a damsel in distress.
-Chapter 4-
Because Quinn ducked into her quarters every time she heard Rachel's voice near the hatch door it was three days before the pair spoke again. In that time Quinn noticed a change in the food she was eating, it wasn’t Puck’s food but it was still very good. It was interesting and exotic, the kind of food she thought maybe she might taste if she were traveling about Europe (instead of just “visiting” the ports) like her father had promised her she would one day.
Quinn was in her cabin after lunch reading over her other copy of Romeo and Juliet, the one she wasn’t afraid of accidentally destroying, when there was a knock on her door. She called out for the knocker to enter, assuming it was Kurt to take her lunch tray. She didn’t look up when the door squeaked open but the bustle of skirts tore her away from Romeo’s monologue in the Capulet’s orchard.
Rachel stood silently before her, her full skirts still moving a little. The deep jade dress fit her very well, Quinn noticed. It was tight around the brunette’s not-too-small waist and blossomed out from her hips. The neckline was square and deep, Rachel’s cleavage was accented with a gold chain. There had to be a corset involved somewhere, the blonde was sure. Rachel smiled at the captain, her deep brown eyes lit up when Quinn felt her cheeks tinge pink.
“She speaks and yet says nothing: what of that?” the words echoed through Quinn’s head while she looked up and down Rachel’s figure. The rest of Romeo’s monologue played through her head while she took in the sight before her. She saw Rachel’s eyes flicker down to the book.
“Ay me!” Rachel said with a grin.
“She speaks,” Quinn said softly without looking down at the book. She closed it and dropped it to the table. “What do you want, Rachel?”
“I believe you need to go back and re-read that scene, Captain. From what I recall, the next line is ‘O, speak again, bright angel. For thou art…’”
“As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,” Quinn continued. She stood and narrowed her eyes. “As is a winged messenger of heaven…” she took a few steps toward Rachel. “Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes, of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, and sails upon the bosom of the air.”
Rachel’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “I came to retrieve your lunch tray,” she finally managed to whisper.
“No you didn’t.” Quinn turned away and went to her desk. “Hummel retrieves my lunch tray.”
She shuffled through her papers, attempting to look busy and to try and rid herself of the redness she knew was covering her cheeks.
“I’m afraid your messenger boy is a little bit busy at the moment. I went to find him and not only did I do just that but I found him in the cook’s quarters in a rather compromising position…with the cook.”
“Figures. Get used to it. With Santana bedding your friend, Puck will go to Kurt which means I’ll finally have a happy messenger boy.”
Rachel nodded and stepped forward towards the table. She looked at the glass container containing the small orange octopus and various plant life. Quinn glanced over her shoulder at the brunette.
“Her name is Juliet,” Quinn said.
Rachel looked at the octopus curiously. “Where did you get her?”
“She came up with the net while we were fishing. It was about a year ago, right before we headed to Europe. I’d just…acquired…the container from a ship that was sailing out from New York City down to the Caribbean and it seemed perfect. She won’t get any bigger than that, I don’t think. She hasn’t in a year so she’ll probably stay that way.”
Rachel straightened up and shook her head, curly chocolate locks bouncing with each move. “Is there anything that you haven’t ‘acquired’ in this cabin?”
“The other captain left me the table and the desk and a few of the books,” Quinn said with shrug. “Other than that…”
Rachel sighed. “What could’ve been so horrible that you had to turn to this?”
Quinn opened her mouth to speak but the words caught in her throat and she stopped herself. She walked back to the table and pushed the tray at Rachel. “Take the tray, get out.”
“Why do you do this? You’re a pleasurable person until I bring up something from your past and then you become incredibly guarded and…”
“Rachel, shut your mouth.”
Rachel’s mouth snapped shut and Quinn almost broke when she saw the brunette’s mouth turn down into a frown. Rachel picked up the tray and headed to the door.
“Next time you see Hummel tell him I want his ass in here unless he wants his soap taken away.”
Rachel nodded and left Quinn’s cabin. Quinn paced the floor until her door squeaked open again, Kurt stepped inside.
“You wanted to see me?”
“It would be distasteful of me kill Rachel, wouldn’t it?” Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and continued pacing.
Kurt made his way to the table in the middle of Quinn’s room and pulled a few shrimp from his bag. “She is rather irritating. Like an itch I can’t scratch.” He moved the lid from the octopus’ container and dropped the shrimp in and watched Juliet closely. “However, she is a good cook. The things that woman can do with rice, it’s just wonderful. And have you heard her sing? When she talks I want to shove her head underwater but when she sings it’s just amazing.”
Quinn sighed. “She infuriates me.”
“You’re just frustrated because you haven’t had Santana in a few days.”
“Santana’s been busy.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and kept watching Juliet devour the shrimp. “Trust me, I know. I hear her and that Dutch girl going at it all night long. It’s odd how Santana doesn’t speak Dutch and yet she knows exactly what Brittany is saying and the same with Brittany and Santana speaking Spanish.”
Quinn growled. “Where’s Rachel sleeping?”
Kurt stood up from leaning next to the tank and groaned. “Puck has given up his bed for her.”
“Tell him if he even thinks about touching her I will personally tie the cannon to him myself before dropping him to meet Davy Jones.”
Kurt grinned and nodded. “Is there anything else you need?”
Quinn stopped pacing and looked at the messenger boy. “How much do you know about me, Hummel?”
“Uh…” Kurt blinked a few times.
“I’ve known you for five years and I haven’t told you a lick about myself so why is it that I know that chocolate-haired wench for less than a week and I almost spill everything to her. Why?” Quinn dropped down into the lounge chair that rested in the corner of her cabin opposite the bed.
“To shut her up?”
“You’re useless. Go find Santana and tell her I want to see her. And the blonde.”
Kurt turned a little green and looked like he might vomit.
“I just want to talk to them, get those thoughts out of your head before you faint.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Kurt left and Quinn got up and knelt down to watch her octopus. She waited and finally heard giggles coming from the other side of her door and called out for Santana and Brittany to come in before they even knocked. Santana pulled the blonde in by the hand and Quinn took a quick glance at the woman she hadn’t seen since the night she took her hostage. Santana had obviously let her borrow some of her clothes since they were dressed almost exactly alike. White shirt, black pants, black shoes. The only difference was that Brittany had a red sash tied around her waist.
“Kurt said you wanted to see us, Quinn?”
Quinn nodded.
“Why did you make Rachel mad like that?” Brittany cut in. “That wasn’t nice and you should apologize.”
Quinn blinked a few times. “You do realize I’m the captain of this ship and I can do what I want?”
Brittany scoffed. “Doesn’t matter. You should be nice to Rachel. She just wants you to like her.”
“Santana…”
“Hey, I’m not going to disagree with her,” Santana said with a smile. She wrapped an arm around Brittany’s waist and pulled her in close. “Look, I know you're cutthroat and try to be cold-hearted and dominant, Quinn. And I’m good with that because I'm the same way and that made for some really good times in bed together. However, we’ve all got our weak spots that make us a little less cold-hearted. Mine is apparently blonde, blue-eyed Dutch girls. And it seems as though yours is brunette, brown-eyed actresses.”
“I do not have a weak spot. Especially not one for Rachel Berry.”
“You never recited Shakespeare to me, Quinn.”
“So in addition to asking too many questions, the irritating woman also can’t keep her mouth shut?”
“Hey!” Brittany growled. “You need to stop being so mean! Rachel is a great person.”
“Is she serious?” Quinn asked Santana. “I can still throw her…”
“You won’t,” Santana said. “I can best you in swordplay any day so I would like to see you try to lay a hand on her.”
Quinn growled and crossed her arms back over her chest. “Even if I did have even a smattering of positive feeling towards Rachel…she thinks I’m disgusting.”
“Yeah, she does,” Brittany said. “But she knows you have a heart somewhere and she wants to find it.”
“Does she not understand that I’ll never have a normal life? If she’s looking for someone to come with her to the city and settle down it won’t happen. It can’t. I’m one of the most wanted people in the world, the minute I set foot on land I’ll be arrested and hanged. Unless she’s willing to stay on this ship for the rest of her life…” Quinn was cut off by Santana and Brittany whispering and giggling. “What?!”
“For someone that doesn’t have any feelings for her you sure have thought about the future a lot,” Santana said. “The future with her in it, that is.”
Quinn growled. “Get back to your posts, you’re giving me a headache.”
Santana and Brittany both nodded and left the cabin. Quinn paced the floor a few more times before following and going up to talk to the navigator.
Chapter 5
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Shakespeare translations: here and here.
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: ~1,750 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 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Also, you guys, hennablue is totally amazing. I introduce to you the companion piece to Pirate Quinn:
Rachel Berry, not quite a damsel in distress.
-Chapter 4-
Because Quinn ducked into her quarters every time she heard Rachel's voice near the hatch door it was three days before the pair spoke again. In that time Quinn noticed a change in the food she was eating, it wasn’t Puck’s food but it was still very good. It was interesting and exotic, the kind of food she thought maybe she might taste if she were traveling about Europe (instead of just “visiting” the ports) like her father had promised her she would one day.
Quinn was in her cabin after lunch reading over her other copy of Romeo and Juliet, the one she wasn’t afraid of accidentally destroying, when there was a knock on her door. She called out for the knocker to enter, assuming it was Kurt to take her lunch tray. She didn’t look up when the door squeaked open but the bustle of skirts tore her away from Romeo’s monologue in the Capulet’s orchard.
Rachel stood silently before her, her full skirts still moving a little. The deep jade dress fit her very well, Quinn noticed. It was tight around the brunette’s not-too-small waist and blossomed out from her hips. The neckline was square and deep, Rachel’s cleavage was accented with a gold chain. There had to be a corset involved somewhere, the blonde was sure. Rachel smiled at the captain, her deep brown eyes lit up when Quinn felt her cheeks tinge pink.
“She speaks and yet says nothing: what of that?” the words echoed through Quinn’s head while she looked up and down Rachel’s figure. The rest of Romeo’s monologue played through her head while she took in the sight before her. She saw Rachel’s eyes flicker down to the book.
“Ay me!” Rachel said with a grin.
“She speaks,” Quinn said softly without looking down at the book. She closed it and dropped it to the table. “What do you want, Rachel?”
“I believe you need to go back and re-read that scene, Captain. From what I recall, the next line is ‘O, speak again, bright angel. For thou art…’”
“As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,” Quinn continued. She stood and narrowed her eyes. “As is a winged messenger of heaven…” she took a few steps toward Rachel. “Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes, of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, and sails upon the bosom of the air.”
Rachel’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “I came to retrieve your lunch tray,” she finally managed to whisper.
“No you didn’t.” Quinn turned away and went to her desk. “Hummel retrieves my lunch tray.”
She shuffled through her papers, attempting to look busy and to try and rid herself of the redness she knew was covering her cheeks.
“I’m afraid your messenger boy is a little bit busy at the moment. I went to find him and not only did I do just that but I found him in the cook’s quarters in a rather compromising position…with the cook.”
“Figures. Get used to it. With Santana bedding your friend, Puck will go to Kurt which means I’ll finally have a happy messenger boy.”
Rachel nodded and stepped forward towards the table. She looked at the glass container containing the small orange octopus and various plant life. Quinn glanced over her shoulder at the brunette.
“Her name is Juliet,” Quinn said.
Rachel looked at the octopus curiously. “Where did you get her?”
“She came up with the net while we were fishing. It was about a year ago, right before we headed to Europe. I’d just…acquired…the container from a ship that was sailing out from New York City down to the Caribbean and it seemed perfect. She won’t get any bigger than that, I don’t think. She hasn’t in a year so she’ll probably stay that way.”
Rachel straightened up and shook her head, curly chocolate locks bouncing with each move. “Is there anything that you haven’t ‘acquired’ in this cabin?”
“The other captain left me the table and the desk and a few of the books,” Quinn said with shrug. “Other than that…”
Rachel sighed. “What could’ve been so horrible that you had to turn to this?”
Quinn opened her mouth to speak but the words caught in her throat and she stopped herself. She walked back to the table and pushed the tray at Rachel. “Take the tray, get out.”
“Why do you do this? You’re a pleasurable person until I bring up something from your past and then you become incredibly guarded and…”
“Rachel, shut your mouth.”
Rachel’s mouth snapped shut and Quinn almost broke when she saw the brunette’s mouth turn down into a frown. Rachel picked up the tray and headed to the door.
“Next time you see Hummel tell him I want his ass in here unless he wants his soap taken away.”
Rachel nodded and left Quinn’s cabin. Quinn paced the floor until her door squeaked open again, Kurt stepped inside.
“You wanted to see me?”
“It would be distasteful of me kill Rachel, wouldn’t it?” Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and continued pacing.
Kurt made his way to the table in the middle of Quinn’s room and pulled a few shrimp from his bag. “She is rather irritating. Like an itch I can’t scratch.” He moved the lid from the octopus’ container and dropped the shrimp in and watched Juliet closely. “However, she is a good cook. The things that woman can do with rice, it’s just wonderful. And have you heard her sing? When she talks I want to shove her head underwater but when she sings it’s just amazing.”
Quinn sighed. “She infuriates me.”
“You’re just frustrated because you haven’t had Santana in a few days.”
“Santana’s been busy.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and kept watching Juliet devour the shrimp. “Trust me, I know. I hear her and that Dutch girl going at it all night long. It’s odd how Santana doesn’t speak Dutch and yet she knows exactly what Brittany is saying and the same with Brittany and Santana speaking Spanish.”
Quinn growled. “Where’s Rachel sleeping?”
Kurt stood up from leaning next to the tank and groaned. “Puck has given up his bed for her.”
“Tell him if he even thinks about touching her I will personally tie the cannon to him myself before dropping him to meet Davy Jones.”
Kurt grinned and nodded. “Is there anything else you need?”
Quinn stopped pacing and looked at the messenger boy. “How much do you know about me, Hummel?”
“Uh…” Kurt blinked a few times.
“I’ve known you for five years and I haven’t told you a lick about myself so why is it that I know that chocolate-haired wench for less than a week and I almost spill everything to her. Why?” Quinn dropped down into the lounge chair that rested in the corner of her cabin opposite the bed.
“To shut her up?”
“You’re useless. Go find Santana and tell her I want to see her. And the blonde.”
Kurt turned a little green and looked like he might vomit.
“I just want to talk to them, get those thoughts out of your head before you faint.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Kurt left and Quinn got up and knelt down to watch her octopus. She waited and finally heard giggles coming from the other side of her door and called out for Santana and Brittany to come in before they even knocked. Santana pulled the blonde in by the hand and Quinn took a quick glance at the woman she hadn’t seen since the night she took her hostage. Santana had obviously let her borrow some of her clothes since they were dressed almost exactly alike. White shirt, black pants, black shoes. The only difference was that Brittany had a red sash tied around her waist.
“Kurt said you wanted to see us, Quinn?”
Quinn nodded.
“Why did you make Rachel mad like that?” Brittany cut in. “That wasn’t nice and you should apologize.”
Quinn blinked a few times. “You do realize I’m the captain of this ship and I can do what I want?”
Brittany scoffed. “Doesn’t matter. You should be nice to Rachel. She just wants you to like her.”
“Santana…”
“Hey, I’m not going to disagree with her,” Santana said with a smile. She wrapped an arm around Brittany’s waist and pulled her in close. “Look, I know you're cutthroat and try to be cold-hearted and dominant, Quinn. And I’m good with that because I'm the same way and that made for some really good times in bed together. However, we’ve all got our weak spots that make us a little less cold-hearted. Mine is apparently blonde, blue-eyed Dutch girls. And it seems as though yours is brunette, brown-eyed actresses.”
“I do not have a weak spot. Especially not one for Rachel Berry.”
“You never recited Shakespeare to me, Quinn.”
“So in addition to asking too many questions, the irritating woman also can’t keep her mouth shut?”
“Hey!” Brittany growled. “You need to stop being so mean! Rachel is a great person.”
“Is she serious?” Quinn asked Santana. “I can still throw her…”
“You won’t,” Santana said. “I can best you in swordplay any day so I would like to see you try to lay a hand on her.”
Quinn growled and crossed her arms back over her chest. “Even if I did have even a smattering of positive feeling towards Rachel…she thinks I’m disgusting.”
“Yeah, she does,” Brittany said. “But she knows you have a heart somewhere and she wants to find it.”
“Does she not understand that I’ll never have a normal life? If she’s looking for someone to come with her to the city and settle down it won’t happen. It can’t. I’m one of the most wanted people in the world, the minute I set foot on land I’ll be arrested and hanged. Unless she’s willing to stay on this ship for the rest of her life…” Quinn was cut off by Santana and Brittany whispering and giggling. “What?!”
“For someone that doesn’t have any feelings for her you sure have thought about the future a lot,” Santana said. “The future with her in it, that is.”
Quinn growled. “Get back to your posts, you’re giving me a headache.”
Santana and Brittany both nodded and left the cabin. Quinn paced the floor a few more times before following and going up to talk to the navigator.
Chapter 5
-*-*-*-*-*-
Shakespeare translations: here and here.