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William slowly woke to the feeling of a warm embrace. He sighed happily as he slid his own arms around the fuzzy, trim form of the man lying next to him. It was a strange feeling; sleeping in a bed with another man, let alone a pirate, in a strange place...

Pirate?

William's eye popped open to see the pirate captain Johnathan with his hand on the prince's waist as he snored softly while he slept. William couldn't help but sneer in disgust as dull memories from last night came back to him in a wave. Anger and frustration flared in his chest as he sat upright, realizing that he was still nude. "You, lousy, no good, pig headed, dull brained, perverted, disgusting son-of-a-bitch!!" he yelled, picking up a random pillow from the captains large bed and bringing it down repeatedly on Johnathan's head.

The wolf jolted awake, fighting to shield himself from the prince's attacks. "Oi, hey! Knock it off already!" He snatched the pillow away from William and threw it across the room. "Seriously lad, what gives? Why are you so upset?"

William coughed a laugh. "'Why are you upset', he asks," he said, mostly to himself. "Why am I upset? I'm upset, because just yesterday, I was on my way to be home, no more than a few hours even, when I was attacked and shipwrecked on this island, you see." He said, explaining it sarcastically and as if the wolf wasn't there in the first place. "Then! Then I had the most unfortunate displeasure of meeting this pirate captain, who kidnaped me aboard his ship, drugged me, and then, above all that, raped me into unconsciousness!" he put his hand on his hips and leaned close. "So you tell me, why on earth could I possibly be upset?"

Johnathan chuckled as he leaned back to brace himself with his elbow and rested a hand on the boys leg, which was slapped away as soon as it made contact. "You're cute when you're mad." He said through a toothy grin.

William rolled his eyes and shoved himself out of bed. "You're impossible," he mumbled as he fumbled with trying to pull his pants up, well aware of the hungry eyes watching him as he dressed. He grabbed a shirt on the floor and realized that it was much too big to be his, but he didn't care, he didn't want to spend any more time and the wolf's presents and wanted out as fast as possible. When he was done, he made his way out of the wolf's room in a rush and nearly ran headlong into a large man with a bucket and mop in his hands. He grinned when he saw the prince and held out the mod and bucket. "Time for work, your majesty," he said in a mocking tone...

Twenty years ago, when William was only six and still living in is father palace, he and his family had attended a parade. It was a yearly parade that his father always attended and that he himself had grown to like. There was always candy, toys, games and other things just waiting for him to plunder when he arrived, and being the son of the king always had its perks.

"Father," William said, tugging at the kings robes. "Can I go get some more sweats?"

His father looked down to him, mustache and beard full and rich of a chocolate brown color, formed a frown. "But William, you've already had three bags, and you know what you're mother says when you have too many sweats!"

The boy put on his famous puppy dog eyes as he looked up to his father. "Please? It will be my last one, promise."

His father looked over to his wife, the queen, but she was too busy with the ongoing parade to even notice their conversation. His father looked back at him and forced a nod. "Oh, alright, but you better not tell your mother," he said, before dropping his voice low and talking mostly to himself. "Or I'll never hear the end of it..."

William smiled and gave his thank you before dashing off to the concession stand. He got himself another bag of candy and was on his way back to his family, when he noticed a shadow moving in a nearby ally. He looked closer, taking a step or two towards the ally when the figure became more recognizable; a young drown colored wolf boy that looked to be only a year or two older than himself. The boy was sitting with his back against the wall and knees tucked into his chest, held firmly there by his arms.

The boy looked up to William when he approached. His eyes were blue, and even though not a single tear could be seen, they were full of sadness. His stomach rumbled when William got close enough to hear it. "Are you hungry?" the prince asked, brushing his short golden hair from his eyes as he came within reaching distance of the wolf boy.

He nodded and William held out his bag of candy. The wolf boy looked up to him in confusion. "You're giving me the whole thing?" he asked, reaching out and taking the bag with care and thankfulness.

"Yeah," William said. "I've already had four bags, three, that my father knows about." He said, flashing the other boy a smile as he ate the sweats quickly. William held out his hand to stop the wolf. "Not so fast!" he said, covering the opening of the bag with a hand. "You'll get a stomach ache if you eat it too fast, that's what my mother says, anyways."

"Oh," The wolf boy said and looked down to the bag. "Sorry,"

William laughed. "It's okay, I'm William, by the way."

"James," The wolf said after a moment of hesitation. "My name is James..."

"Why are you sitting here by your lonesome James?" he asked, leaning down to get a better look at the boy's face, but he turned away bashfully. "Haven't you any parents to be with?"

"No," he said, taking another piece of candy into his mouth. "They're not here."

"Well where are they?"

James shrugged. "I don't know, they left a long time ago."

"When will they be back?"

The boy was silent, his eyes darkening with sadness. William may have been young, but he wasn't stupid, he knew that look in the boy's and he knew that the boy's parents were never coming back.

William shifted his weight as he stood up. He held out his hand and smiled as the boy looked up to him. "Come one, we're going to miss the parade,"

He tugged the other boy to his feet as he took William's hand and began leading him back to his parents. The boy was a bit taller than William, his cloths were rough and looked as if they haven't been changed in weeks, but even so, there was something that was drawing him to the boy, though he didn't know what.

William lead the boy by the hand all the way up to his father's thrown. The king looked down to his son and the new boy and raised a brow. "I thought you said you wanted to go fetch another bag of sweats, not a boy." He father said jokingly, drawing the attention of the queen.

"Who's this young lad?" She said, giving James a smile as he stood behind William, still holding onto the boy's hand.

"This is James," William explained, stepping to one side to give his parents a clear view of the boy. They didn't look too pleased with what they saw on the boy, at least his father didn't, realizing immediately that they boy was homeless. "He was sitting in an ally by himself."

"Oh, now that just won't do," She said, gesturing to William's chair. "Have a seat, its big enough for the both of you."

William dropped the mop into the bucket with a sigh at his memory; the day he first met his best friend. He and James had been friends for years after that day, seeing each other every day and playing together until it was time for William to go back home. James never actually lived with William, but he might as well have.

He looked up to the wheel of the ship to see Johnathan, his sleek black fur rustling in the wind. The many rings on his fingers glistened in the sun, along with the earrings and necklaces he wore as well. He couldn't believe how much mettle the wolf wore, more than any king or any royalty that William had ever seen. It was common for a pirate captain to wear a bunch of mix matched jewelry, but despite all that, there looked to be something missing from the wolf's figure.

He scoffed as he realized he was staring. He hated the wolf, especially after what he did last night, but something inside of him told him that things could be worse, the wolf even had the decency to start off gently at the beginning of the intercourse... but still, he reasoned, unwilling to let his anger go, rape was rape, no matter how gentle or easy he was.

"Oi, Cap'n!" a voice came from above. William looked up to see the lemur with the red bandana point to somewhere off in the horizon. "Incoming ship!" he shouted down, giving the location, but William was too distracted with searching for the ship in hopes that it was one of this fathers. After a moment, his eyes came to rest upon a large black ship, not too far off in the distance. Its sails were a dark red, mixed in with some black most likely from never being washed or tended to. William's heart sank, it wasn't any of his father ships. No, if it were his father's ship, it be much neater with white or light yellow sails and a blue and gold body like Duncan's ship was.

"Oh," he heard Johnathan sigh as he looked through his spyglass to the ship. "Damn it..."

"What's wrong captain?" one of the crew members asked.

Johnathan was quiet for a moment, closing his spyglass and stuffing it in his belt. "It's Hector..."

"Hector?" William repeated, not meaning to be heard, but Johnathan looked directly at him, an annoyed frown on his face, not directed towards him, but at the incoming ship.

"Hector Gaily," He said, making a point by putting a hand on his sword that hung from a strap that ran around his shoulder and held the blade at his hip. "A terror with a blade or pistol,"

William nodded. "Yeah, I've heard stories of him, they say that he's taken out an entire fleet with one pistol and his sword called that Kraken's Tooth."

"Yeah," Johnathan mumbled as he descended the stairs onto the deck. "And annoying as hell..." he said as the two ships cam parallel to each other. Johnathan turned to the twin lemurs. "Take 'his highness' below deck until I find out what Gaily wants... the last think I need is him getting any idea's when he sees the prince."

The boys nodded, walking towards William and leading him down a flight of stairs to the crew's sleeping quarters. He took a seat on one of the hammocks with a grunt as he crossed his arms. He could hear voices overhead, Johnathan's and a new voice that he hadn't heard yet; Hector's most likely. They talked, mostly Hector telling Johnathan about something he heard on a nearby island. They're voices dropped low, making William strain to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Nice haircut your majesty, by the way," said one of the lemurs.

William looked at them in confusion. What did they mean 'haircut'? He reached up to feel down his hair, finding that his fingers would drop into nothingness after a certain point. William stood up and felt his hair again, snatching the sword off from the lemur with the red bandana and looking at his reflection. His jaw dropped as he saw that his hair only now drooped down to mid neck. "That bastard!" he shouted, stomping towards and up the staircase to the main deck, unmoved by the lemurs attempts to stop him.

He came up upon deck to see Johnathan standing near a wooden plank that covered the distance between his ship and Hector's. Standing in front of the wolf was a short, thin Fox that looked to be only sixteen or seventeen, with a hat the matched Johnathan's in size and a coat that was much too big for him. The fox and the wolf both turned to the incoming prince with a furious look on his face. "Who's that?" Hector asked, pointing to William.

"I really hate you, you know that?" William said, pointing the sword at Johnathan's chest as he drew nearer, pushing past some of the crew members.

"Apparently someone who knows you well," Continued the fox, chuckling at his own humor.

"I can't believe you cut my hair too,"

Johnathan gave a nervous smile as he held his hands up defensively and backed away, the sword tip now touching the bare part of his chest. "I was wondering when you'd notice..." he whimpered, nearly tripping over an unattended strand of rope.

"And just when I was starting to get over last night," William stepped over the rope without a second glance. "I hope you hang,"

Johnathan grinned as his back came to meet the door to his cabin. "You know, I'm used to people saying that to me,"

"Gee," the prince said, giving a sarcastic smile. "I wonder why. How have you lived so long if you always act like this?"

"I've been wondering the same thing for some time now..." Hector coughed. "So what's your name, sir?"

William turned to the young fox. "Miles, Miles Kennard," he lied. As much as he hated to admit it, the wolf was right and it would probably a bad idea to revile his true identity to the pirate. Besides, he made that mistake when he first met the pirate captain that he's come to hate already. "I was shipwrecked when this miserable mutt abducted me and made me part of his crew," he explained, leaving out the part of being raped, not for Johnathan's sake, but to keep whatever dignity he had left.

Hector cocked his head. "That's it? Hm, I thought some other... 'actions' would have been involved," he shrugged. "Oh well," he looked past William to Johnathan, who was still holding his hands up. "Anyway, keep an eye out for that prince boy, he could fetch for a hefty price," he said giving a courteous nod and turning to board his own ship. "I'll be seeing you later, yes?"

William stood there, still holding the sword to the wolf's chest as he watched Hector's ship sail off. "Will you please put that blasted thing away?" Johnathan said tapping the blade with a claw. William gave one last glare before dropping the sword and began marching off. He came to an abrupt stop as someone grabbed his arm. "Now just hold on a second lad!" Johnathan said.

"What?!" the boy snapped, snapping his head and body towards the wolf, drawing some attention from the surrounding crew. "What do you want with me? You've already taken my virginity and my hair, I have nothing else for you to take form me! So what more could you possibly want?"

Johnathan backed off, a look of shock on his face and a hint of regret in his eyes. "Listen," he began, voice low and soft. "I'm truly sorry for what I've done to you, you didn't deserve it and it wasn't my place to take something like that from you," he took his hat off and looked down. "You just have to understand that I was just doing what I have to, it's not easy being a pirate, believe it or not, and we do need the money."

William shook his head. "What money? I haven't any on me."

The wolf looked around at the crew. They had gone back to their work, but he knew that their ears were wide open and waiting for the words to escape his lips. He looked at the boy and waved him to follow him back to his cabin. William was hesitant, and he had every right to be, under the circumstances, but he pushed past those feelings and entered the captain's room. "Last night's... episode, let's call it, wasn't just for 'fun' per se," he scratched behind one of his ears. "I've sent a letter to the king explaining that I have you and wish for a ransom. I've also explained the, um... torture you were going through, but felt I needed proof," William began to back away towards the door, clearly ready to make a bolt for it if Johnathan tried anything. "But it was just a onetime thing," he quickly added, seeing the readiness in the princes posture. "I promise." He took a step towards William as took a gentle hold on his shoulders. "I really am sorry,"

The boy shook his head, batting the captain's hands away. "Who do you think you are?" he said, taking an advancing step. "You kidnapped me, drugged me, raped me, and cut my hair, how many times do we have to go over this," He jabbed a finger on the wolf's muscular chest roughly. "And I hate you for that. While I admit that things on this ship could be much worse, I will never forgive you for what you've done, understood?"

Johnathan sighed, breathing a sad laugh. "Yeah, I understand you Willy,"

At that moment, it had felt as if a thousand tons had just been dropped on his back. He stumbled back, struggling at the words. "W-what did you call me?"

The wolf gave a sheepish smile. "Surprise," he said, holding his arms open, and then dropping them to his sides.

William squinted, finally seeing the image of his long lost childhood friend. "James?" he breathed, barely registering the words he was speaking. "Is that you?"

The wolf looked down and nodded. "Sorry I didn't tell you sooner..." he looked up to see tears forming in the princes eyes. He opened his mouth to say something when Williams palm came in hard contact with James's cheek, the sound from the slap seemingly loud enough to pierce his ears. "Yeah," he said as he recovered. "I deserved that..."

William was quiet, he couldn't find words to say. He wasn't sure he had anything to say or why he even slapped the wolf, but it helped relieve some pent up emotions. He shook his head, unable to stop the tears from streaming down his face as he turned and walked out through the door, not stopping or looking up as the curious crew members looked at him and the door.

James didn't stop him, he thought it best for William to think things over before the next time he spoke with him, if he would ever want to talk to the wolf again, that is. But even so, now the boy knows, and he would have questions that he knew he'd have to answer... but that was a problem for later, right now, the highest problem was the conversation he had just had with Hector. If what the young captain was true, he may have gotten in over his head by abducting the prince in the first place...