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crossover fic: Picking up Stragglers, PotC/Star Trek
disclaimer: not mine, though canon forgot about Anamaria.
fandoms: Pirates of the Carribbean, Star Trek: Pepsi
characters: Anamaria, Uhura, bridge crew
length: 1300
rating: PG, light violence
spoilers: through At World's End, reboot movie
genre: crossover, future speculation, time travel (implied, though, like, frell, it's TREK, of course there's time travel)
notes: This is what happens when I listen to 'Curse of the Black Pearl' at work. Otherwise, I don't even. (also, there is no femslash here, but Anamaria/Uhura is really hot to contemplate)
summary: Anamaria should have known they couldn't handle a simple resupply without her.
Picking up Stragglers
by ALC Punk!
Anamaria hadn't intended to rescue the people stranded on the island, but she hadn't gone ashore for fresh water and fruits, trusting the menial task to her crew, with Mr. Gibbs in charge. A deserted island, after all, should have offered him little difficulty. They'd used it for supplies before, the water was fairly clean and the fruit would keep the scurvy at bay. The island was crawling with small insects that bit, hence her dislike in going there, not that she'd reveal that to anyone.
The problem came when she peered down from her perch atop the mains'l and discovered that the boats were full of people rather than fruit.
Her boots landed on the deck with dull thuds as Mr. Gibbs called for the ladder and people began swarming into her ship. A sharp word set pirates to hold the strangers, knives and guns at their throats.
"Hey, we come in peace," one of the men said, his gaze traveling up and down her figure in a manner which made her wish to gut him and leave him for the birds. It wasn't the first time she had been subjected to such, and she doubted it would be the last.
Restraining herself until the situation was explained was something she'd learned from Jack Sparrow. Possibly, a lesson she should have forgotten.
There was a woman among them, dark-skinned and poised. Anamaria felt her own back stiffen in response to the challenge she posed. Surely, this was their captain. Women in charge seemed to be more the thing in recent days, and Anamaria wondered if she had Captain Turner to thank for that (as well as the loan of Mr. Gibbs, though there was still a tale there the blonde king of the pirates hadn't bothered to tell. Yet).
"You there," she snapped, "What is the meaning of this invasion?"
"It's not an invasion, we need--"
Anamaria's gesture cut the man off, the pirate behind him a redhead she'd picked up near Tortuga, struggling to survive on a raft. She'd soon proved to be an excellent knife-woman, and what she could do with explosives was quite impressive.
The pirates jostled each other and the prisoners for a moment before Mr. Gibbs stepped forward, his hat in his hands, "Cap'n," he began, "We thought that this little act of charity--"
She did not pay them to think, but then again, being charitable might cause their luck to swing up when it could have gone down. "Your people," she said, sliding forward and pressing her bared knife at the woman, "What skills have they?"
Better to find out this would not be profitable now rather than later.
"We can work for our passage," the woman replied, her eyes flashing dangerously. "The man to my right is a doctor, I myself am a linguist. The rest will be good for gathering the fruit that your crew neglected while they allowed us aboard your ship."
Such plain-speaking made Anamaria pleased. She nodded shortly, "Who are you?" Perhaps she would have heard of this captain-'linguist'. A word she wasn't entirely certain she knew.
"Uhura." Her adversary said, tone clipped. "And you?"
Looking at Mr. Gibbs, Anamaria ordered, "Take these others and return to the island for the supplies you were sent for in the first place, Mr. Gibbs."
"Aye, Cap'n." He looked relieved, as though expecting that she would have him lashed for daring to bring aboard those she could not approve. "We'll gather double our needs."
"Yes. Captain Uhura will remain here, as proof of her crew's intentions." And it would provide her time to discuss matters, and perhaps discover where they were from with their odd garments. Perhaps it was a new fashion from the Orient. Perhaps not. Turning away, she led the way to her quarters, hearing the sound of Uhura's boots following her while the others protested or did as they were told.
"You can't just--" it was the same man, protesting.
Irritable, Anamaria whipped around and looked at Uhura, "Silence him, or I shall have him gagged in my presence."
An amused smile made the other Captain's lips twitch upwards before her expression schooled itself. Turning, she spoke calmly, "Kirk, you will behave, or I will allow the Captain to do as she wishes."
Kirk gaped at her, then glared and gave Anamaria a look which promised some sort of retribution.
Tilting her head to the side, Anamaria caught the redhead's eye and nodded, and Kirk was suddenly doubled over, clutching his belly where a solid blow had been landed. "Your crew aren't precisely well-trained, Captain."
"It appears not. Please don't do that again."
The same height as Uhura, Anamaria had no advantage. It was something she was used to, and she didn't let it daunt her now. "Your people asked for passage." She didn't add that it was her ship as she turned away. "Continue your work!"
Uhura remained silent until they were inside Anamaria's cabin. Spread over the table were her maps, and she moved to roll them, not wishing to share even that with someone who could become a rival. "What are you, savages?" the other Captain demanded.
"We are pirates," Anamaria replied fiercely. "If you don't like that, I can return all of you to your island, and you can await the next ship, though I warn you, there are slavers in these waters. Your men are strong, they would, perhaps, last quite a while after their auction. You, would not."
That silenced her for a moment, and Anamaria finished bundling her maps, then gestured for Uhura to sit in the other chair, seating herself afterwards.
"What did you want to discuss?"
"You called yourself a linguist. What is that?" It wasn't weakness to ask a question.
As long as it wasn't a stupid question.
Uhura frowned, then said, "The facility for languages. I know several, and can decipher more if given the time. A very useful skill when in negotiations."
Negotiations; as though pirates negotiated anything. But Anamaria did not sneer and point this out. Captain Swan (or Turner, depending on what mood she was in), said that the world was changing. That, someday, pirates would be the merchants upon the seas. Perhaps negotiations and language would be something they would also need.
"Please don't strand us," Uhura added suddenly. "We can work the passage to your nearest port of call."
For a brief moment, Anamaria considered cruelty. Then she nodded and held out her hand. "Very well. A bargain: in return for passage and sustenance, your doctor shall check over my crew, the rest of your men shall do the tasks we see fit, and you shall teach me some of these languages of yours."
"Thank you," Uhura replied, clasping Anamaria's hand and shaking it firmly.
"'Tis a bargain, no thanks are required." Standing, Anamaria moved to pour them wine, judging that it would seal the accord. And perhaps would give her a better measure of the Captain.
A sip made Uhura's eyes widen, and she drank a long draft before setting the half-empty glass down. "I belive that seals our accord?"
"Yes." With a long swallow, Anamaria downed her entire glass. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she nodded to the table. "I have writing implements, if you would like to begin?"
Learning to read had been the pirate king's idea, though Anamaria had to admit the accursed written language had its uses, she still objected to it, on occasion.
With a resigned thought towards Elizabeth's amused reaction, she sat down again, this time moving her chair so she was next to Uhura. If things turned sour, she would regret doing it, but it would be easy to keelhaul her crew or send them over-board. Until such time, she would keep a wary ear out for trouble.
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fandoms: Pirates of the Carribbean, Star Trek: Pepsi
characters: Anamaria, Uhura, bridge crew
length: 1300
rating: PG, light violence
spoilers: through At World's End, reboot movie
genre: crossover, future speculation, time travel (implied, though, like, frell, it's TREK, of course there's time travel)
notes: This is what happens when I listen to 'Curse of the Black Pearl' at work. Otherwise, I don't even. (also, there is no femslash here, but Anamaria/Uhura is really hot to contemplate)
summary: Anamaria should have known they couldn't handle a simple resupply without her.
Picking up Stragglers
by ALC Punk!
Anamaria hadn't intended to rescue the people stranded on the island, but she hadn't gone ashore for fresh water and fruits, trusting the menial task to her crew, with Mr. Gibbs in charge. A deserted island, after all, should have offered him little difficulty. They'd used it for supplies before, the water was fairly clean and the fruit would keep the scurvy at bay. The island was crawling with small insects that bit, hence her dislike in going there, not that she'd reveal that to anyone.
The problem came when she peered down from her perch atop the mains'l and discovered that the boats were full of people rather than fruit.
Her boots landed on the deck with dull thuds as Mr. Gibbs called for the ladder and people began swarming into her ship. A sharp word set pirates to hold the strangers, knives and guns at their throats.
"Hey, we come in peace," one of the men said, his gaze traveling up and down her figure in a manner which made her wish to gut him and leave him for the birds. It wasn't the first time she had been subjected to such, and she doubted it would be the last.
Restraining herself until the situation was explained was something she'd learned from Jack Sparrow. Possibly, a lesson she should have forgotten.
There was a woman among them, dark-skinned and poised. Anamaria felt her own back stiffen in response to the challenge she posed. Surely, this was their captain. Women in charge seemed to be more the thing in recent days, and Anamaria wondered if she had Captain Turner to thank for that (as well as the loan of Mr. Gibbs, though there was still a tale there the blonde king of the pirates hadn't bothered to tell. Yet).
"You there," she snapped, "What is the meaning of this invasion?"
"It's not an invasion, we need--"
Anamaria's gesture cut the man off, the pirate behind him a redhead she'd picked up near Tortuga, struggling to survive on a raft. She'd soon proved to be an excellent knife-woman, and what she could do with explosives was quite impressive.
The pirates jostled each other and the prisoners for a moment before Mr. Gibbs stepped forward, his hat in his hands, "Cap'n," he began, "We thought that this little act of charity--"
She did not pay them to think, but then again, being charitable might cause their luck to swing up when it could have gone down. "Your people," she said, sliding forward and pressing her bared knife at the woman, "What skills have they?"
Better to find out this would not be profitable now rather than later.
"We can work for our passage," the woman replied, her eyes flashing dangerously. "The man to my right is a doctor, I myself am a linguist. The rest will be good for gathering the fruit that your crew neglected while they allowed us aboard your ship."
Such plain-speaking made Anamaria pleased. She nodded shortly, "Who are you?" Perhaps she would have heard of this captain-'linguist'. A word she wasn't entirely certain she knew.
"Uhura." Her adversary said, tone clipped. "And you?"
Looking at Mr. Gibbs, Anamaria ordered, "Take these others and return to the island for the supplies you were sent for in the first place, Mr. Gibbs."
"Aye, Cap'n." He looked relieved, as though expecting that she would have him lashed for daring to bring aboard those she could not approve. "We'll gather double our needs."
"Yes. Captain Uhura will remain here, as proof of her crew's intentions." And it would provide her time to discuss matters, and perhaps discover where they were from with their odd garments. Perhaps it was a new fashion from the Orient. Perhaps not. Turning away, she led the way to her quarters, hearing the sound of Uhura's boots following her while the others protested or did as they were told.
"You can't just--" it was the same man, protesting.
Irritable, Anamaria whipped around and looked at Uhura, "Silence him, or I shall have him gagged in my presence."
An amused smile made the other Captain's lips twitch upwards before her expression schooled itself. Turning, she spoke calmly, "Kirk, you will behave, or I will allow the Captain to do as she wishes."
Kirk gaped at her, then glared and gave Anamaria a look which promised some sort of retribution.
Tilting her head to the side, Anamaria caught the redhead's eye and nodded, and Kirk was suddenly doubled over, clutching his belly where a solid blow had been landed. "Your crew aren't precisely well-trained, Captain."
"It appears not. Please don't do that again."
The same height as Uhura, Anamaria had no advantage. It was something she was used to, and she didn't let it daunt her now. "Your people asked for passage." She didn't add that it was her ship as she turned away. "Continue your work!"
Uhura remained silent until they were inside Anamaria's cabin. Spread over the table were her maps, and she moved to roll them, not wishing to share even that with someone who could become a rival. "What are you, savages?" the other Captain demanded.
"We are pirates," Anamaria replied fiercely. "If you don't like that, I can return all of you to your island, and you can await the next ship, though I warn you, there are slavers in these waters. Your men are strong, they would, perhaps, last quite a while after their auction. You, would not."
That silenced her for a moment, and Anamaria finished bundling her maps, then gestured for Uhura to sit in the other chair, seating herself afterwards.
"What did you want to discuss?"
"You called yourself a linguist. What is that?" It wasn't weakness to ask a question.
As long as it wasn't a stupid question.
Uhura frowned, then said, "The facility for languages. I know several, and can decipher more if given the time. A very useful skill when in negotiations."
Negotiations; as though pirates negotiated anything. But Anamaria did not sneer and point this out. Captain Swan (or Turner, depending on what mood she was in), said that the world was changing. That, someday, pirates would be the merchants upon the seas. Perhaps negotiations and language would be something they would also need.
"Please don't strand us," Uhura added suddenly. "We can work the passage to your nearest port of call."
For a brief moment, Anamaria considered cruelty. Then she nodded and held out her hand. "Very well. A bargain: in return for passage and sustenance, your doctor shall check over my crew, the rest of your men shall do the tasks we see fit, and you shall teach me some of these languages of yours."
"Thank you," Uhura replied, clasping Anamaria's hand and shaking it firmly.
"'Tis a bargain, no thanks are required." Standing, Anamaria moved to pour them wine, judging that it would seal the accord. And perhaps would give her a better measure of the Captain.
A sip made Uhura's eyes widen, and she drank a long draft before setting the half-empty glass down. "I belive that seals our accord?"
"Yes." With a long swallow, Anamaria downed her entire glass. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she nodded to the table. "I have writing implements, if you would like to begin?"
Learning to read had been the pirate king's idea, though Anamaria had to admit the accursed written language had its uses, she still objected to it, on occasion.
With a resigned thought towards Elizabeth's amused reaction, she sat down again, this time moving her chair so she was next to Uhura. If things turned sour, she would regret doing it, but it would be easy to keelhaul her crew or send them over-board. Until such time, she would keep a wary ear out for trouble.
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Pirates are ruthless and cruel, and not fluffy bunnies. But they also understand logic. Well. Generally.
Thank you =D
(I think being the same actress makes it sort of hilarious, but yes, that, too)
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