"Captain," Lykos started, "We got him, he's below deck."

Captain Ezra's face split into a grin, "This is going to be fun."

-+-

"Silvers. Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?"

"I feel honoured to know I occupy your thoughts."

"Can it Slivers" Ezra spat.

"What do you want?" Silvers asked.

"I want you to stop causing problems." Ezra said.

"You'll have to be more specific than that."

"I've warned you Silvers, I have. Everytime you steal from me, you make it worse for yourself. I'm done letting you do what you please." Ezra unlocked the door to the ship's cell and walked inside. He grabbed Silvers by the chin and pulled him onto his knees. Silvers' arms were bound behind his back by ropes, so were his ankles.

"I'm taking your freedom, something I never should've given you in the first place. Do you know how many people want my head because of you?" Ezra stated.

"No, but I'm sure you're about to tell me."

"38!" Ezra exclaimed, "38 people! Lords, Ladies, Kings, Queens, Pirates, Thieves, all of them! I have done nothing to you, I have given you everything! Why throw it all back in my face?"

"The King-"

"Oh shut up!" Ezra roared, "You're a bloody Pirate, you don't serve no King!"

"I'll amend that statement, my Master-"

Ezra's hand whipped across Silvers' face.

"Fucking hell boy! Stop pulling names outta yer ass."

"Believe what you will, but I really didn't have a choice." Silvers explained, his tongue moving to assess the damage done to his face.

"The boy I raised wouldn't go out serving Kings." Ezra said.

"No, but I would." Silvers smiled.

"What happened?"

"Your brother. It would've been nice if you had shared some family secrets before throwing me off your ship and telling me to survive."

Ezra frowned, "Your sister knew, and she's been doing fine."

"Because you fucking told her!" Silvers yelled.

"Should've done yer own research lad, can't trust adults to hold your hand all the time."

"Evidently not." Silvers muttered.

"I don't want no backtalk from you boy." Ezra narrowed his eyes, "Now what's this about my brother?"

"He found me a couple weeks after you left me on my own."

"What'd he want?"

"An heir, or something like that." Silvers answered.

"What? That bitch he got infertile or something?"

Silvers shrugged, "He has plenty of daughters, can't seem to get any sons."

"But his daughters should be able to take the throne?"

"Yeah, he wants-" Silvers collapsed forward, "Fuck." he muttered.

"Ajax?" Ezra knelt down in front of Silvers.

"Don't call me that." He gasped. His shoulders trembled, in what appeared to be pain. "Your brother," Silvers started, "is a little crazy, it doesn't help that his Queen is a Sorceress."

"What did he do to you?"

"He asked the Sorceress to Curse me. I have to obey him, he's calling me back. The... the pain will get worse the longer I wait."

"Ajax..."

"Look, I'm sorry I've been fucking up... everything, but please, it wasn't my choice; it never is."

"LYKOS!" Ezra called for his first mate. Lykos came running down not a second later, "Captain?"

"Untie him and throw him overboard." Ezra stated.

"Captain...?"

"I do not know the extent of his condition, if it is as severe as I think it is; he will die. Silvers isn't useful to me dead, so throw him overboard."

Lykos stood still for another moment, looking back and forth between his captain and their prisoner. Ultimately, against his better judgement, he untied Silvers.

Silvers briefly shook out his arms before jumping to his feet and sprinting out the door. A few panicked shouts from other crewmates could be heard, swiftly followed by a loud splash.

Silvers was lucky they weren't far from the shore, they only nabbed him a few hours ago and had yet to leave the harbour.

"Captain, what's going on?" Lykos asked.

"Silvers works for the King." Ezra answered.

"So..."

"Yeah, the King's been sending his fucking dog after us. Coward, he should be coming after us himself."

Lykos nodded slowly, "How do we proceed?"

"We need to know what he wants." Ezra stated, "Get someone to contact Beatrix, she'll figure it out."

"Yes sir." Lykos gave a half-hearted salute and left the Captain on his own.

-+-

"Master-" Silvers knelt in front of the King.

"Shut up!" The King rose from his throne. "Did you tell him anything?!"

"No sir."

"Lies! I command you to tell me." The instant the word 'command' left the King's mouth, Silvers' body tensed. The tattoo on his tongue dimly lit up and the words left his mouth of their own accord. "He wanted to know what you were planning. I told him of the curse and I apologized to him." Silvers said.

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard now was it?" The King grinned, he moved back over to his throne and sat down. "You know, I've been thinking. Once my eldest daughter Vivienne takes over the throne, she'll need an obedient pet such as yourself. See I'd give you to her, but you belong to me. So, I've come up with a brilliant idea." The King cackled, "Go on, ask me."

"What's your brilliant idea Master?" Silvers asked.

"Get up and come over here so I can make sure you hear it." The King parted his legs and gestured to the space on the floor between them.

Silvers stood up and walked up the steps to his King's throne, and knelt between his Master's legs.

The King cupped Silvers' chin and tilted his head up. "You really are beautiful, you know? And you're all mine." The King pulled Silvers closer, tightening his grip ever so slightly. Silvers placed his hand on the throne in an attempt to balance.

The King leaned in and connected their lips. He pulled away shortly after, "I've changed my mind, pet, I will not be telling you my plan, you'll just blab it to your daddy dearest."

The King moved his hand from Silvers' chin and placed it in his hair. He pushed his pet down until Silvers' chin rested on his throne directly in front of his crotch.

The angle was uncomfortable, but Silvers didn't make a sound. He stayed in the position his Master put him in. His facial expression didn't change when his Master started combing his hands through his hair.

"You're such a wonderfully obedient pet, I'm so lucky I found you when I did." The King traced his fingers across Silvers' face. "You'll be joining Tatianna in her tower for the next few days. And I expect you to behave, I wouldn't want to have to punish you." The King traced his thumb across Silvers' lower lip, "She should be here soon." He said. 

Thoughts? 

This one is questionable.