Wanted: Captain Remy LeBeau

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Remy could not only hear the poundings come from outside but, feel the hatred and confusion of men doing what they were instructed to do. Minutes later, the pounding on the door had started. Remy had to think of something quick, in case it was an unwanted guest on the other side of the door. "In de cabinet! Allez!" Standing in the middle of the room, Remy glanced around to the row of cabinets under the starboard side window, behind the door. He hurried her into the middle cabinet that had missed the shelf to separate the top and bottom. "Don't come out until I come for you."

"Wait!-" The doors closed before Rogue had a chance to offer another place. Curled up on her hands and knees, she sat there, listening to the banging at the door getting louder and louder. Her breath caught several times and she had to forceably remind herself that air was still plentiful in the tiny crevice of Remy's wardrobe compartments. Her heart pound in her chest and her breaths seemed deafeningly loud as every sound had ceased momentarily.

Peering through the space between the two white doors, Rogue saw Remy sitting very calmly in bed, blanket covering his legs and sword. She blinked and stared at the young man who sat there so calmly and fragile that she hadn't noticed the door burst open and an older man in bright, rich colours and noisy metals clamoured through the door with his pistol pointed at the young, Cajun captain. Her hand flew to her mouth as a tiny shreak escaped her. Her father had burst into the quarters and was now staring down her captor, his back to her.

She could hear what was being said but since the door was open, she heard every other word. To Rogue's amazement, the Duke turned and closed the door in the polite manner.

"Where is my daughter, boy?" Carlington's gruff voice hissed at Remy but hadn't detered the young man from his refined manner. The hammer clicked back into position as the question was asked again through gritted teeth. His eyes narrowed as Remy hadn't moved to answer him. "Shall I tear this tub apart unless you produce her?"

Finally, Remy shook his head slowly. "You won't touch my ship, Carlin'ton. Yer daughter is safe but if ya don't pull back, you ain't never gonna see her alive again."

The hammer released and the pistol was placed in a holster on the Duke's belt, on his right side. "Now, produce my daughter, you bastard child."

Remy caught sight of the hazel eye that peered through the crack in the cabinet, behind the Duke, and moved to another subject. "Does she know what you intend on doin to de port?" He turned, in the bed, so that his body faced the Duke as well. "Seems to me dat she deserves to know her father is a coward an' a disgrace to his honour."

"My business is not of her concern." Carlington growled in disappointment that his wishes had not been tended to. "If you will not bring me my child, LeBeau, perhaps I shall take out my frustrations and appetites on you? I am positive we can come to some kind of accord, with you writhing in heat beneath me, as your bitch of a mother did before she died."

Letting no emotion play on his face, Remy gripped the handle of the sword, that lay beside him, a bit more tightly as the Duke sneered at the mention of Remy's late mother. "De last time I lay wit' a dog, woke up wit' fleas an' a sour stomache." A smirk livened the response as the two men kept eye contact.

The two men had spent a moment of silence staring the other down that they hadn't heard or expected the cabinet doors to swing open and Rogue to crawl out, grabbing for the pistol in her father's belt. The hammer cocked and the bulky barrel aimed for her father's breast. "You will not touch him with your dirty hands!" Rogue had screamed the words but failed to keep the scream inside.

As Carlington's head turned to stare in shock at his daughter, he glanced back to Remy as he felt the press of the sword's tip on his vest. He smirked and shook his head, unbelievingly. "You've turned my only blood agianst me, boy?" The laugh had become barely audible as he continued, "LeBeau is nothing more than a pirate brat who destroyed our port's safety. His father only started our destruction, but this one," pointing to Remy while looking back at Rogue, the Duke clarified, "this one will finish the disease."

Rogue glanced from her father to Remy and back again, gripping the handle of the pistol tightly in both hands. "No. Ah saw what you did to him. Ah saw the truth! You don't have the right to do this to him. He hasn't done anything, it was YOU!" Tears had started to stream down her cheeks as she couldn't grasp the situation in all seriousness. The man that she had grown up to treasure and love was now staring down the barrel of his own pistol that she aimed at him, and she was now taking the side of the man she had dispised for years.

"Put it down, cherie. You don't need ta do somethin' dis bad." Remy's voice was calm as he stood up and inched closer to her, his sword still keeping the Duke at bay.

Rogue grit her teeth. Her gloves made the handle of the pistol slippery but she only held on tighter. "Why? So much blood on mah family's hands already. One more death wouldn't matter."

"It will, if it's your pere." Remy transferred the sword to his left hand and reached for her shoulder with his right.

Carlington snarled and swung his arm, sending Remy's sword out of his hand and onto the bed. "Don't touch my daughter, you filthy swamp trash!" Pulling his own sword out of it's scabboard, he readied himself in time for Remy to collect his lost weapon and cross blades with the Duke. "You turned my child against me! I'll see you filled with hot coals before being drawn and quartered!"

Remy took offense to the statement and took a forceful step toward the other man. "She touched me on her own. Remy ain't done nothin to her." He could feel his body sweat with fever as his knees went weak. Locking his legs in place beneath him, he pressed the tip of the sword into the Duke's material, daring him to step forward, as he eased Rogue backwards and out of the way.

"You've sullied her honour."

"I have done nothin' compared ta what you've done." The smirk on Remy's face seemed to mean that he took it as a complement but, in fact, he had tapped blades acknowledging that it was meant as an insult.

Carlington's upper lip curled into a sneer as he readied himself for a match with the young Cajun captain. He tapped Remy's sword and let his opponent make the first move, which was defense, before making his own defensive move. Remy had matched him blow for blow as they dueled for a few moments. The left sleeve of his shirt had been sliced open to reveal his flexing bicep and then the opposite pantleg had been opened before he lunged toward stabbing Remy in the right shoulder.

Remy clenched his teeth to stop himself from screaming out in pain at the blade in his arm. Quickly, he regained his composure to fend off the mounting rage inside of the Duke as the shoulder wound was the only contact mark the Duke had made. Stepping back and glancing over his shoulder to check where Rogue now stood, pistol still aimed at her father, Remy tripped over his other foot and fell back against the bedframe. As he caught himself on the side of the bed, Remy found himself staring down the blade of Carlington's sword that rested under his chin.

"Now, my dear young brat, you will have your trial, and I will see you hanged for your hostilities towards my island. Though, I do not see a reason why I don't end it now, instead of going through the time in prolonging it with a trial. I am sorry, my boy. You should have stayed in the noose, like a good little bastard." Carlington raised his sword in the motion of separating Remy's head from his shoulders but was stopped by the echoing sound of gunfire. Storm had burst into the room with her pistol ready and aimed at the Duke. Another shot rang out and the sword fell to the floor with a loud clang.

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Tristan stood with his back to Logan's when the first shot sounded from the captain's quarters. Both men froze when the next shot came. "That came from the Captain's cabin. You don't think--?"

"The girl had her dislikes about the kid but I doubt she'd kill him to appease her father." Logan sheathed his claws after the last of the royal guards had fallen at his feet. "Will! Clear the decks and take number of the wounded." Spotting the mate standing at the foremast, Logan gave the orders before nudging the First Mate to follow him.

"Aye sir!" Will had looked about the forecastle deck, where he stood, for casualties. Soldier and pirate alike became too many amongst the dead but a few had survived from both sides. His eyes scowered the other decks but stopped breathless on one body in particular; Phillipe. Will was frozen in place but his heart broke for his fallen friend. "Kai! Pete!" He stood there a moment and surveyed his own wounds before making way to the main deck to greet the other men.

The two gunmen shouted their acknowledgements from separate sides of the ship and scrambled to the main deck, where Will had settled himself amidst the dead and dying, "Aye sir." Kai, one of Logan's original crew of the Devil Blade, had been the first to reach Will from his position on the starboard railing and knew what Will was going to ask of him. Peter Jeerst, an ex-soldier from the English army, wiped his blade on his victim's suit jacket, and ran to Will's call.

Will took one last look at his friend's lifeless body that hid under two soldiers' bodies before turning back to the two men in front of him. "Mates, gather the wounded and see to their wounds. Help who you can and get more to help." A shiver ran down his spine as he hadn't wanted to speak of the dead yet.

"What of the dead, sir?" Pete looked around the deck and had also been dismayed upon finding Phillipe's contorted and bloody body among the nonsurvivors. The older, scruffy man downcast his eyes as he waited for the answer.

Will hadn't seen so many bodies litter the decks in so long, he hadn't a clue what to do with them. "Give the soldiers back to their ship. Take the dead to the upper deck. Prepare them for burial at sea. Make quick about it." The order was said as an undertone rather than a spouting order. They had all fought hard, and exhaustion from days of no sleep loomed over them like the plague but he said it and it was obeyed as any other daily chore.

Kai, a young man but wise in years, took the starboard side as Pete claimed the stern decks and Will busied himself with the port side and forecastle decks. His knotted blond hair fell heavily into his hazel eyes as he lifted a soldier off to tend to the shipmate underneath. Within a few moments, he had found several of both parties alive and able to work while few were dead or severely wounded enough to be taken below. It wasn't until he picked up his crew mate from Logan's ship that he realised he had been injured by a blade as well. His stomach itched and burned from the cutlass the soldier had snatched from a dead man and sliced the air with and caught him just below the ribcage. Kai fought back with a trick Logan had shown him long ago, when he was but a cabin boy. Kai had slapped the sides of the blade between his hands and used his foot to snap the soldier's neck, from where the man had fallen in hurry to get away from the pirate.

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Tristan was the first one through the door of Remy's quarters. The Duke lay on the floor, on his stomach, with a bullethole in his left side and Remy, now sitting on the side of his bed, staring at him. "Captain, are you alright?" He took a step forward, stepping over the Duke's right leg, and studied the young man closer.

Remy nodded and waved his hand in dismissal of the subject, "I'm fine, but he's gonna have problems." Red on black eyes lowered from his First Mate to the dead Duke on his floor. He had calmed himself down as the first bullet narrowly missed his nose and he watched as the woman took aim again. When the next bullet took it's mark down, Remy let out a sigh of relief and picked himself up to sit on his bed as Storm raced from the doorway to comfort the now hysterical Rogue.

Logan stood in the doorway and watched Rogue carefully. "How's the girl doin?" He met eyes with Storm and asked as he sniffed the air for any change in emotion the young girl.

"It had been an unfortunate accident on the girl's behalf. She has been through something terrible but she will be fine. I will take her below, to my cabin, and let her rest." Storm nudged the girl to release her hold and lead her out of the room.

Logan motioned for Will to come to the door, as the man had passed by the cabin. "How man dead?"

"About half the crew, sir. Yours and the Captain's together. The rest are wounded but they'll live. We are stacking the dead below and readying them for burial and the Duke's dead are being taken to the Prestige." Will had stepped into the room and kept his eyes on Remy and Logan, ignoring the Duke who lay dead on the floor.

Remy nodded in agreement. "Tell Phillipe to give aid to those dat need it." He groaned as he moved back on the bed. His close call with the Duke had infuriated his prior injuries and his fever had returned along with exhaustion.

Will bit his tongue, debating how to tell the Captain what he knew. "Phillipe's dead, sir. I watched him fall as he had my back."

There was silence thick enough to choke the air as the three other men heard the news. Phillipe had been a great friend and crewman to them all, and his loss was a devistating shock to captain and crew alike.

"Understood. Tristan, would you-?" Remy started to ask but the First Mate had already agreed before the sentence was finished.

"Aye sir." Tristan looked to Logan as the shorter man came to stand at the foot of the bed and examine the cut on Remy's shoulder as the wound made his attention. "I leave the Captain with you, Logan, he said as he looked back at Will, who had now noticed the Duke on the floor. "Give me a hand with this one, Will. The Duke can join his crew in Hell."

Will smirked as he reached down and grabbed the Duke's ankles while Tristan grabbed the Duke's hands and both of them carried the man out of the room, letting Logan follow them to the door and close it behind them.

A sigh of relief turned Logan's attention back to the bed as Remy sank down to lay down. "How'd you get that scratch, the bullet or the sword?" Walking back over to sit down on the side of the bed and move a lock of bangs from Remy's forehead as their eyes met.

"De Duke had one, couldn't think of nothin better ta do."

Logan nodded. "Sounds fair." Logan looked around for any bandages or old material that he might use as a compress. Not finding anything useful, he took off his own shirt and tore it into strips. Folding a piece into a compress, he then wrapped another longer piece around Remy's shoulder. "There. That'll hold 'til we get back to land, and you into a doctor."

Remy smiled up at Logan and ran a hand lightly over Logan's bare chest. "Ya didn' have ta use yer shirt."

"I needed an excuse to get you to touch me, again." Leaning over and kissing Remy, he was pulled down, onto the bed, and encouraged to continue the attentions. To Logan's surprise, Remy was feeling very playful after almost losing his life to a Duke, on his own ship. "What about the girl?"

Remy had rolled Logan onto his back and now straddled his hips, kissing the man underneath. "She can' have you." Raising his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, he kissed Logan again before he was questioned again.

Logan lifted thin hips to remove Remy's pants and let his hands play on the soft skin between Remy's legs. "You sendin her back, with her ship?" He had finished his sentence as Remy had moved to slide Logan's pants off and toss them onto the floor as well as the rest of the clothing.

"Oui."

"And if she puts up a fight?"

Remy scoot down to start sucking on Logan's erect manhood, not answering until he was asked again. "I ain't havin de fille on my ship and puttin up wit' her village comin' after her, an' me. It's done. De Duke's dead, Stormy's leavin' us alone, de girl can go home aussi." When Logan's erection was saturated, Remy sat up and placed himself atop Logan once more and sank down around him, hoping to silence the man with his movements.

Logan gasped and held tightly to Remy's hips as them moved up and down. His head fell back, into the pillow, and his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. "Mmm." He was quiet for a long time but opened his eyes and asked one final question, "what about me? You gonna kick me off, too?"

Remy smirked and bent over, getting nose to nose with the older man. "Nope. Reckon I'm gonna keep you as my sex slave. Always wanted one." With a kiss, Remy went back to riding Logan, getting harder and faster as the day's events had turned him on as he replayed them in his head.

End.