@batweildingbabysitter // plotted starter for a pirate and a prince // pirate Eddie gives Inigo Montoya mixed with Captain Shakespeare
Two ships: one small and clearly struggling, and another, not far behind; large, armed to the teeth, and bearing a black flag. Three great, silvery bats tore across the fabric like it was the night sky- a clear sign that the crew and it’s captain were on the hunt. Three bats… the symbol for the one and only Eddie Munson. The Freak to some, The Bard to others- a vampire, to the truly suspicious.
The captain stood at the helm, wet hair sticking to his face and neck as he looked out across the dark seas, sharp eyes knowing where to look even without the stars to guide him- like he could see through the storm, see through the dark.
A storm was surging- rain coming down in sheets, thunder and lightning warring for attention. Lightning flashed brightly across a dark, angry sky to reveal massive waves and a ship being tossed against the rocks. Not entirely ideal- he’d been aiming to beach the damn thing, but if his quarry lived, that was all that really mattered.
As soon as the storm calmed enough, he sent some of his crew to fetch any survivors they found. By time they returned, Eddie sat on the throne he’d had bolted down to the deck of his ship, one leg crossed over the other, fingertips tapping as he watched a single man and a woman be led to stand before him, hands bound behind their backs, clothes sticking with sand and sea water.
“Well well well…” Eddie spoke slowly, voice dipping low, his gaze entirely fixed on the man. He leaned back in his throne, holding his hands out. He tilted his head, grinning. “Welcome aboard The Warlock! Congratulations for surviving this long. Not many people live long enough to get a tour of the deck,” he taunted, to which Gareth- who was holding the woman, snorted.
“Now, seeing as half this Kingdom has your Daddy’s face plastered all over it, I feel like we can skip the part where you get to speak,” he snapped and Grant held the Prince as Jeff shoved a gag in his mouth. There was a fire in Eddie as he saw him there… gagged, bound, on his ship…
If he wanted, he could take his head right here and now. Send it to the tyrant King on behalf of all those that had suffered under his wrath… and by rights, he should, but there was something so much more important on the line than revenge, for him.
Because the only family Eddie had ever had that showed him any real love was stolen from him, and for reasons no one could ever- or would ever- reveal to him. Wayne Munson rot in the dungeons beneath Castle Harrington, held on crimes none could name.
Eddie Munson spent his whole life leading to this- the moment where he had some token, some power to trade, to force the King to free his Uncle.
He hated the Harringtons for what they had done to him. What they had done to Wayne- to the childhood he lost the day they took him. And now here was his spawn… his successor, his family. Eddie had violence in his heart as rain- now barely more than a soft mist- fell all around them. As he stared unblinkingly with his dark eyes.
Prince Harrington. Bound, gagged, bleeding… staring up at him with brown eyes that had no right to look that soft, a neck strained from how his arms were pinned, wet shirt clinging to taught muscles. He was a little bit tan, and had lovely eyelashes-
Gareth cleared his throat, and Eddie blinked, glancing over like he’d completely forgotten the rest of them were even there. “… right, yeah.” He’d forgotten where he was going with that. Clearing his throat, he looked over to the woman. “You and me? We’re going to talk, while Princess here enjoys some time in the dark.”
Grant started readying to drag the man under the deck to tie him somewhere nice and dark for a few hours, knowing Eddie intended on scaring him with the threat of continued dark to help motivate his cooperation, moving forward.
Eddie raised his hand to snap, and the girl yelled suddenly. “ROBIN!” Eddie paused, eyebrow twitching up. “My- my name is Robin. I uh, I work in the- well, I guess I used to- I uh, I used to work in the kitchens, you know? And I uh- hah, I mean, the pay was not great, but like, Steve- P-Prince St- Prince Harrington,” she finally managed to get out. “He’s not like the King! The Prince is good and kind, and-” The crew booed and jeered, all refusing to hear her.
Eddie snorted, mouth twisted in a bitter, humorless grin. He pushed up from his seat and a hush fell over the crew. The pirate walked over until he was almost nose-to-nose with the freckled girl. “Do you know who I am, Miss Robin?” She paled, giving a little shake of her head.
“I am Eddie Munson- Captain of this beautiful ship you're currently lucky enough to be allowed aboard. I am a bloodthirsty pirate that has wanted nothing more than the head of every last Harrington and the blood of their corrupt supporters-” He added with an intense hiss, hands raised in a dramatic show of fury. “- lining the cobblestone streets of your pretty, perfect little towns.”
His gaze was intense as he spoke to her. “Do. Not. Ever-” he hissed, pointing a ringed finger at the bound Prince. “Defend them to me.” Robin’s bottom lip trembled as she shrank back. Satisfied enough for now, Eddie leaned back, giving her an easy smile. “Sorry, sweetheart. Daddy’s in a mood tonight. I’ll have the boys fill you in on the rules.” He nodded towards Gareth, who pulled her back and away.
She yelled and screamed for Steve, struggling against Gareth, who easily kept the inexperienced cook in control as he took her to one of their more accommodating rooms. Eddie wasn't cruel- she was just a bystander in all this. She would be brought to a safe port somewhere and dropped off, once all this was over. Until then, she was in his care and under his protection. Something his entire crew understood.
Harrington, however... didn't need to know that. He would keep them apart, make him think she was suffering any time he didn't behave. Because when it came to saving his Uncle, there weren't many moral lines he wouldn't cross.
Turning to Harrington, his smile remained easy, but his eyes were ice cold. He took one step closer, then another- his boots landing heavily with each step until he was just far enough that Vixen could kick his knees out from behind him the moment Grant and Jeff let him go. The Prince fell to his knees and Eddie kicked the center of his chest. Pinning the Prince in place with that same boot on his chest, he drew his sword and pointed it to his throat.
“You’re mine now, Harrington.” Help is coming, Uncle.
