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A Pirate's Life for Me	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 13102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Are ya not enjoyin' yerself, captain?"
Spike stared into his ale, really
wishing the Xander-pirate would go away. "I'm enjoying myself just
fine," he mumbled.
"Doesn't look like it to me.
Did the wench not please ya last night?"
Spike glanced up. "Wench?"
"Aye. That pretty little filly you brought to you
cabin last night. Was she not as pleasin' as she
looks?"
Spike growled, reaching up to grab
Xander by the throat. "Don't talk about her like that," he snarled.
"Lady Elizabeth is a proper young woman."
Xander's eyes bulged as he gasped
for breath. When he thought his point had gotten across, Spike let go, staring
into his drink again. "I will keep in mind from now on that she is indeed
a proper lady," Xander said, rubbing his throat.
"You do that, whelp,"
Spike replied. He pushed down the urge to hurt Xander some more, knowing that
it would accomplish nothing, and that his anger wasn't really at the boy anyway. Part of him wanted to be angry at Buffy, but
honestly, he knew he was really angry at himself. Strange circumstances aside,
he was away from the Hellmouth�away from that bloody chip�and yet all he could
think about was Buffy. He was willing to pass up his chance to do some real
violence again, just because she needed his help.
And to make matters worse, he'd
just gone so far as to defend her honor. It wasn't like she was a blushing
virgin by any means. But hearing someone belittle her�even this strange version
of Xander�was enough to set him on edge.
Spike stood, shoving the chair
under the table as he did. For a second, all eyes were on him, but as he turned
to leave, everyone went back to what they were doing before the captain had
made his abrupt mood shift.
Spike stopped when he got on the
deck, closing his eyes and sucking in a deep breath. He walked to the side of the
ship, looking out over the water. The sun's rays danced on the blue surface,
and Spike felt his anger fading. He hadn't paid much attention to it the day
before, but now he remembered just how beautiful the sun was. He went to
Buffy's cabin, pulling her out by her arm amidst protests from both Buffy and
Lord Rupert.
"What's your deal?" Buffy
asked as she pulled away from Spike.
"I want you to see this,"
he said, leading her over to where he'd been standing earlier.
"What? The
ocean? It's very, um, watery."
"No," Spike said with a
shake of his head. "Not the water. The light."
"The light? What are you�"
Buffy stopped short when she realized what he meant. "The
sun."
"Yeah."
Buffy smiled. "It must be nice
to see it again after all these years."
Spike turned away from the ocean to
look at Buffy. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the sun's rays dance on her golden hair. He reached out tentatively,
touching a strand that had fallen in front of her eyes. "The smile of her
I love is like the dawn whose touch makes Memnon sing.
O see where wide the golden sunlight flows."
Buffy blinked, gaping. Had Spike
been replaced by one of whatever the Giles-looking thing in her cabin was.
"What did you just say?"
Spike jumped back. What the hell
had that been? He'd left his habit of spouting out lines of poetry behind long
ago. "Uh, nothing. Maybe after not being exposed to
the sun for so long, it's, um, sunstroke. Makes you say crazy things. So, any new ideas on how to get back to good ol'
Sunnyhell?"
Buffy decided that the fact that
Spike had both quoted poetry to her and that he had used the word
"love" were best ignored completely. "Nope.
Lord Rupert in there has made it
impossible for me to concentrate on anything. First, I had to convince him that
you had in fact not compromised my
virtue last night, and then he proceeded to talk non-stop about the 'horrible
predicament we are facing.' I will never, ever accuse regular Giles of being
too stuffy again."
Spike was grateful that Buffy had
decided not to comment on what, as far as he could tell, had been his temporary
possession by his long-suppressed poncy git alter ego.
"That bad, pet?"
"Yes."
"You can always join me and
the other pirates."
"I would prefer not to. They
are no more than savage beasts."
Spike raised an eyebrow.
"You'd 'prefer not to?' 'No more than savage beasts?' Where's that special
version of Buffy English I've grown so accustom to?"
Buffy sighed. "I've been doing
that all day! It's got to be him, and
his proper speaking. It's rubbing off on me."
Spike bit back a laugh at her
genuine disappointment at speaking properly. "Has Lord Rupes
been in there playing Henry Higgins on you, pet?"
"Inadvertently, it would seem.
Ah! I did it again! That's it. I'm not talking anymore."
"As if that
would even be possible.
I don't think I've even known you to keep your mouth shut for more than two
minutes at a time." Buffy started to speak, but quickly caught herself,
glaring at Spike. Spike laughed. "Had anyone ever told you how adorable
you are when you're being defiant? Annoying, yes, but there's a definite
adorableness in there, too," he teased.
"And you, sir, are incorrigible."
Spike moved closer to her. "I
believe that's what you like most about me, my lady. You've grown tired of men
you've known before, and their proper ways. You're seeing now that what you
need, is a rogue."
"I dare say not! You stay away
from me, you vile�" Buffy stopped in mid-sentence. "What in the�you were
doing it, too!"
Spike shook his head. "Yeah. That was�"
"Majorly wiggy."
Buffy smiled at her statement. "Yes, majorly wiggy.
That's what it was. Much of the wigginess
there."
"You're
overcompensating."
"Right." Buffy sighed. "We really need to get
out of here."
"I'm starting to agree with
you there, Slayer. Don't like the idea of something controlling what I say and
do like that. With my luck this'll turn out to be like the bleedin' Pirates of Penzance,
The last thing I need is to be hit with the uncontrollable urge to burst into
song."
"So we need to figure out
what's going on here, search the ship some more. There has to be a way out. I
will not even begin to consider that
we're stuck here forever."
"We can do a little more reconnaissance
work tonight."
"And hopefully not run into
anymore creepy little pirates."
"I'll come and get you when
most of the ship is out then?"
"All right. Hopefully we can get out of this place
soon. Again, may I comment on the wigginess?"
"Wigginess
noted," Spike said with a wink. Then his expression softened, and he
reached out to touch Buffy's hair again. "You really are beautiful in the
sunlight, kitten. I should've savored the look of you more when I had that
ring."
Buffy stared at him, at a loss for
words. But then he quickly reverted back to the Spike she knew, pulling away
from her. "Well, back to your cabin then. See you when we can get
something done."
"Okay," Buffy replied,
surprised to find her voice working. Spike locked her back up with Lord Rupert,
then walked away, cursing himself as he did.
He needed to get out of here soon
before he made the mistake of saying something Buffy couldn't simply ignore.

***
*** ***
Joyce and Giles sat on the couch,
an uncomfortable silence between them. No one had heard from Buffy. They had
decided then to wait for her, both telling themselves that they were worrying
over nothing and that the Slayer would walk through the door any moment,
perfectly fine.
That had been over an hour ago. As
the seconds ticked away, the tension rose. Even on Buffy's longer patrols,
she'd usually checked in by now. And with Glory still out there, neither her
mother nor her Watcher could help but think the worst.
Finally Giles stood. "I can't
take this any longer. I'm going to look for her."
"But isn't
that dangerous?"
Joyce asked. "Not that I don't want to find my daughter, but�"
"I'll take weapons. And
perhaps ask some of the others to accompany me."
Joyce nodded, wringing her hands.
"You'll let me know the moment you find her, right?" She couldn't
stand the thought of putting an "if" into that question.
"Of course,
Joyce. Wherever Buffy
is, I'll see to it that she makes it home safely. She will be fine."

***
*** ***
Buffy gripped the side of the cot
as another blast rocked the ship. The fear that she'd felt when she'd first
realized she was without her Slayer powers came back with a vengeance. They
were under attack, and she couldn't fight.
Her feeling of panic grew when she
thought of Spike. What if he was injured�or killed. Who would protect her then?
Wait�did she
just think of Spike as he protector? Buffy shook her head. Now was not the time
to worry about that. She had to stay strong, remember that with or without her
powers, she was still the Slayer.
The boat shook again, and Buffy
screamed, flinging herself on the cot. Lord Rupert sat on the floor, his face pale as he mouthed something that Buffy
thought was most likely a prayer.
Buffy wished more than ever that
she could just go home.

***
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"What the bloody hell is going
on here?" Spike roared over the sound of cannon fire.
"We're under attack,"
Xander replied.
"I can see that, you bleedin'
idiot!" Spike replied. "Do we know who's doing the attacking? Is it
the navy?" Spike felt a cold grip of fear at the thought of "Admiral
Finn" coming to take Buffy away from him.
"No. From the look of the
colors, it's another pirate ship."
"Why aren't we blowing them
out of the water then?" Spike asked.
"We're trying! They have
bigger guns." Spike groaned as he watched the other ship come closer. The
cannon fire stopped. "It looks like they're preparing to board us,
captain."
"I noticed that," Spike
muttered as he watched the other pirates clearly begin to board. His thoughts
immediately went to Buffy. He may be able to keep her safe from his own crew,
but with these new pirates thrown into the mix� His stomach turned at the
thought of what could happen to her.
He wouldn't let it happen. He'd
protect her with his life if need be.
"Stand your ground, men!"
he yelled to his crew as the other pirates started over to his ship. He could
see that they were clearly outgunned and out-manned, the other vessel
significantly larger than his own.
"Aye, William my boy, no need
to get testy. S'not like me cannons did any damage to
yer very fine ship here. Just me way of greetin' was
all that was."
Spike groaned as he heard the
voice. He watched as the first two pirates to come aboard his ship stepped
aside, revealing a tall man with a large mustache. That voice, that face�two things
he would never be able to forget, no matter how hard he tried. And something
told Spike that the other man's presence here was not a good thing.
"Angelus."

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And wasn't that a mean place to
leave a cliffhanger? Anyone wanting to hurt me now?
I'd like to say something in
response to the number of complaints I've gotten about my less-than-speedy
updates. This isn't about people who leave reviews telling me they want me to
update soon or that they can't wait for the next chapter, but serious
complaints. I've already tried to get this across numerous times, but seeing as
I'm obviously being ignored by some, I'm going to try one more time.
First off, I'd like to say I'm
appreciative of every review I receive. I am grateful that people read my
stories, and that they enjoy them enough to let me know. However, repeated
complaints about when I update start to get old really quickly. I have written
author's note after author's note about why I can't update more frequently than
I do. I have a job. I go to college. I am either at one of those places�or
both�every single day. Monday-Sunday, as in seven out of
seven days a week. I don't have weekends off. I don't have any day off. EVER. I am
constantly busy. So no, I can't update faster. No, I can't make my chapters
longer. I'm lucky I find the time�and the energy�to write what I do.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy writing
fanfic. It's a great stress reliever for me, and I enjoy being creative. If I
had the time, I would certainly write more than I do. But the way my life is
right now, I just can't. Fanfic is a hobby�not my whole life. I'm not over here
bogarting chapters. I don't sit at my computer with
chapter after chapter finished and think, "I know, I won't post this just
to make them sweat!" When I get one finished, I post it immediately. I
write, I proofread, I post. I don't know how I could possibly make the process
any faster.
I know you want to read more of my
stories, and frankly, that's flattering. I'd love to be able to give you more
than I do. But please, bear in mind that I'm not some fanfic writing machine.
I'm a person with a very busy life. Harassing me will not make the chapters
come any faster. All it will do is stress me out more, which interrupts my
creative flow.
Thanks for reading!
Addie
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