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“I almost feel sorry for these pathetic excuses of humans.” Heero sighed as he dangled upside down off the railing in front of the steering wheel. He was absolutely insane, certifiably really. He enjoyed just dangling himself by his knees while he watched the men raping the men, women and children. He smiled seeing one child being nearly ripped in two by a larger male. “You are nuts, my dear friend, you know that?” A smooth collected voice that chimed out as Trowa kept his eyes on the ocean before them as he steered the boat. “Completely.” “Just making sure.” Trowa’s malachite eyes smiled down at his friend. He know Heero should be locked away with a cage on his head so he didn’t bite anyone, but he quite enjoyed his best friend as his first mate. Maybe it was Heero’s antics, or the fact he was so crazy he could tell Heero to do something without worrying that the moron wouldn’t do it. Whatever the case was, they made an unrepeatable team.

Eventually the people were thrown overboard bleeding only to be eaten alive. Another successful piracy run. They had been pirates since birth. Their mothers were pirates and gave birth to them, and kept working. They were malnourished but by sheer determination, will, stubbornness the two survived. But Trowa swore at some point Heero ate paint and became crazy. Heero still wonders what was in that unmarked barrel but goes on with life. Growing up they ALWAYS had each other’s backs as they were shorter, thinner, slower, weaker, and always seeming to get in the way. But as they grow up the filled out tremendously. Trowa flew up in height and weight, but not fat. He was prime rib as he had really not one ounce of fat on him. He was a pure muscle machine. Then there was crazy boy. He was tall as hell too and big, just not the size of the boat, as he lovingly reminds Trowa nearly daily. He did have a broad chest and shoulders but his muscles, although thick, were lean too. Like he was, his body was a contradiction. But where he didn’t have the strength of a heard of oxen, he had speed like no other. Which, with his dare devilness and lack of ‘this could get me killed’ he was almost unstoppable.

As young teens they saw a massive ship being built, it was BEAUTIFUL. It called to the both of them, so they planned on commandeering it. Trowa already looked like a man and so he walked up pulling some different papers and such, looking the part. “New name change.” the overseer sigh “More changes?” “Oh?” “I added more cannons, I added more storage, I added more hidden storage for weapons….” He went on and on with what he’s added and Trowa was trying to keep the hard-on down as this was a dream boat. “So what’s the new name?” “The Banshee.” “The Banshee? Sounds like a pirate ship’s name, why would the British army want that?” “Because they want to be able to blend in and get close to other pirate ships. Come on man think! If you look like a pirate then you can get close to the others and eventually overtake them.” “Oooh….I didn’t even think! Wow that’s really a good idea…anything else you can think that will help?” “Dye those sails black or a deep bloody red.” “Oh! That’s perfect! I got an idea. Thanks son!” Running off The Banshee was painted in gold as well as the sails black with bloody splatter red on them. “Who’s the insane one?” Heero ask as they just smiled, Trowa bowling over Heero’s question.

“What the bloody hell is that?” a snobby British accent asked down the line at the first sight of The Banshee. The sails looked like a town was massacred on it, the front was adorned with a nude woman ‘screaming’ the ship was stained black, adorned with gold, and the wheel itself was spiked instead of the softly rounded knobs to begin with. “Your boat like you ordered sir.” The overseer smiled with such pride but jumped at the sound of two guns going off. When he opened his eyes there was Trowa and Heero with smoking flintlocks smiling. “Thanks for building our boat. You can either stay here, or come with us plundering. But if you stay, just remember you will hang for killing two officers.” Walking off to the boat. Looking at the bodies the guy looked up around nervously only to run after the two pirates. He made the boat, and wanted to live. He’ll become a pirate, even if its only to scrub the deck he doesn’t care.

From that day forward The Banshee was the most notorious pirate ship of the north waters. It had it’s allies, of course, but would turn on them in a heart beat if they felt like it. Unless The Banshee called for your aide in something, every pirate around those waters would stay clear of it. Giving her the widest birth they could, boats were known to run over people in the water or their own dingies if it came to it. This was simply put the cruelest and most ruthless boat that had ever sailed in the north waters, and for all they cared about, all the seven seas.


Time went on and things seemed to just go their way till they started hearing their allies were being picked off one by one. Not in any specific order, not weakest to strongest. Just being picked off with ease. However when the Cat Sith got picked off and the stories said not one shot was fired, that’s when Heero figured it was a challenge. An he didn’t know about Trowa but he was up for it. Leaping from the railing, narrowly missing snapping his neck by catching the rope ladder, he climbed up to the crow’s nest. There was something seriously wrong with that boy. Trowa just smirked and shook his head, he really thinks Heero ate some paint or something because Heero wasn’t just in the crow’s nest. Nooooo he was ON it looking out with a spy glass.

“Anything?” “Yes!” Trowa snapped up just in time to move so he didn’t get s**t on by a bird. “Thanks.” as someone cleaned it up. “Anything USEFUL?” “Yes!” Trowa cringed, that could be anything from a real Banshee to god knows what to one of the gods themselves! “What?” hating to ask “Our usual fog!” Relaxing that’s something he could deal with. Turning the ship how he needed to Trowa maneuvered them into the fog, that’s another reason why they were so successful, they used what they could to their advantage. Even with their ship black and the fog white, it was still a successful cover.

It was months it’ll Heero finally went silent, and Trowa knew at that point this would be a major fight. It wasn’t till he actually looked himself that his heart sank. Here was this ship, no it couldn’t be called that, a floating community or city is what it looked like, sailing in his waters. For once in his life he didn’t know if he could take something down, but he wasn’t going to let his men see that. However, this boat looked like it should be slow, no normal sails, weird wings, and was that a sail on the nose of the ship, down by the water? Surely not….my god it was. A battering ram built into the front that was meant to slice a ship into pieces while the dingy that he saw could probably hold his crew. But then he saw the second one, what the hell was that thing?! He snarled up his lip as he realized it was going to take everything he had to survive…then he just smiled “Finally a real battle to be fought.” At least he had the home field advantage with being in his own waters. He knew where to go and how. He was, however a bit worried on how that boat’s belly was. If the top was this advanced and powerful, could the bottom plow through anything?

“Heero, get your gun. Not the blunderbuss. The sharp shooter and come here.” The whole crew was scared of this ship that whipped parallel to them in no time, they just didn’t realize that if The Kracken would have seen The Banshee they would be a bit apprehensive as The Banshee was no normal looking ship herself either. “Yeah boss?” “See the captain? Nail the skull from behind, warning shot of what we can do.” “Kay” pulling out his eye glass he found what he was supposed to shoot, not realizing it was Adara who was fighting with her brother again after she took his hat and jacket. Finding his target he put down the glass and picked up his sharpshooter. Hooking his arm around he rested the gun on his forearm, aimed into the air, then fired with his eyes shut. He could almost ‘see’ where he needed to aim with his eyes shut after acquiring the target.

Trowa watched as the guy jerked forward but stayed standing as the hat was on the ground. Heero walked off to put his gun away and two pirates came up on either side of Trowa and watched through their spyglasses. They saw the white haired one pick up the hat, look at the back and his eyes grow dark. “do it?” one read the lips as they saw the jacket come off “What in the gods hell are those?!” The guy turned with a pissed off look pulling out two 22” Germanic flintlock and hold them up, fire then smile as they rested on his oddly tiny shoulders. Before they could say anything Trowa looked down at two dead sailors that had bullets in their chests. Smiling “This is going to be fun. GET THE CANNONS READY” their cannons started to get prepped “That’s new…….”