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He’d been planning this for months. 

Jake stood at the window, staring ahead at his father’s vast kingdom that was just barely visible in the moonlight. Most of the homes were dark, give or take a few glimmering candles that flickered in the windows. His heart was pounding so rapidly that he feared it may simply jump out of his chest at any moment. He’d been so excited thinking of this night for so long, and now he wasn’t sure if he could do it. Could he really just leave everything he’d ever known behind? 

Shaky fingers unlatch the window, inviting in a whoosh of warm spring air, sweetened with the scent of the orchard blossoms that had just begun to bloom. There’d be apples in the coming months. Apples he wouldn’t be picking this year. He climbed to the window sill, looking down at his fall. Quite a drop, even for the most agile of men. Luckily for him, there was a cart of hay that had been "conveniently” left there to brace his fall. He was thanking the gods that his bribe had worked. Nothing a good 100 shillings and few kind words to a servant couldn’t fix. And yet, he sighed. “Perhaps they shall will me to break both my legs and be found by the stable hands at dawn…”  

Jake braced himself, a deep breath in and a short prayer that he hoped was heard. One foot out, wobbling there on the edge of the window with his eyes closed as tightly as they could be. The foot came back in, and he dared to look down again. Now there were multiple carts of hay below. He’s sweating now. Jake looked back behind him at the darkened hall. Could he really do this? If he didn’t jump now, he risked being caught by the next patrol. “You wanted this, you coward,” Jake thought to himself, “How can you call yourself a man if you can’t jump out of one measly window?”

Once more, he braces himself. It was now or never. With eyes squeezed shut, he counted to himself. Three… Two….. One! And then, he jumped. 

Now, the next time someone told him that hay is good at bracing falls was definitely getting a swift kick in the ass. It definitely didn’t hurt as much as he was expecting, but he was certainly going to be bruised. He landed bottom first on the cart, and ultimately crushed it as he was launched several feet forward, tumbling into the wet grass of the front courtyard. 

He groaned a little, forcing himself to his knees. If no one heard that, he’d be surprised. So much for sneaking out of here. Still disoriented, Jake scrambled to his feet. He had to get going before they started investigating the noise. Readjusting his bag, Jake stumbled through the courtyard as fast as he could. It took a few moments, but eventually he was able to bring himself into a full sprint, causing the hood of his cloak to slide off his head and allowing his long hair to flutter in the wind behind him. 

Past the fountain, he made a hard right out of the courtyard and dove through the shrubbery to force himself into the entrance of the orchard. And he ran. He ran as fast as could. Past rows and rows of apple trees. Jake was nearly out of breath by the time he’d come to the stone wall that surrounded his family’s precious gardens. Holding his bag close, he stopped short at a mighty cherry tree that grew at the edge of the property next to the gazebo his mother often read her poetry in. Behind him, the hounds began to wail and the emergency bell began to ring.

They knew. 

Cursing under his breath, he pulled his bag close and leapt into the tree. The rough bark scratching deep into his palms. Painful, but familiar. He couldn’t count on his hands how many times he’d climbed in (and fallen out of) this very tree many times as a child. Wrangling his way through the branches, Jake inched out across a limb and jumped, accidentally slamming his chest against the wall with a hefty grunt. He wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t knock the wind out of him a little bit. A stifled groan left his mouth, unsure if his ribs could handle all this bruising. “Just a bit more…” He urged himself forward, pulling his entire body weight up to the top of the wall.

The fall was still a bit steep on this one, and there wasn’t anything to brace his fall this time. He glanced back behind him, the distant sound of hooves thumping against the wet grass sending chills up his spine. If anything, the royal guard was always quick to respond. He didn’t have time to hesitate this time. Jake hopped off the wall down into the mud below. On his feet this time, thankfully. Unfortunately for him though, a decent splash of mud splattered across his pants. 

However, there was little time to be upset about dirty clothes. He’d bought himself a little time, but not much. The dogs would lead them to the orchard, find that the trail ended at the cherry tree and they’d have to leave out the main gate and circle around to find where Jake had fallen. But by then, he’d be gone.

Jake took off through the woods. He didn’t run this time, not quite as fast anyway. He’d mapped out where to go from here, months ago on several scouting trips with his brother. A rather large creek ran across his father’s land, easily several hundred feet across. Once he crossed through the water, they’d have no scent and he’d be free to the world. And it wasn’t long before he broke through the trees out to the creek’s edge where he could see it babbling along in the pale light above. 

He hopped into the water, instantly soaking through his old leather boots. Slowly, he sloshed through the creek. It started at his ankles, climbing up to his knees and finally, his waist. It was frightfully chilly, spring only having begun a few weeks ago. It took seconds for the numbing sensation to cover his entire upper body. The waters would stay frigid for a few more months. He was thankful for the warm winds tonight. 

Eventually, he made it across and practically threw himself upon the shoreline. The hounds were still baying in the distance, but… he was free. Dripping wet, bruised and out of breath, but free. Soon, he’d be where he truly belonged– out at sea. Pulling the cloak back up over his head, Jake trotted down the hill towards town. He’d pass by it, intentionally. Though there was a small part of him that wished he could stop by a merchant and get himself some provisions before embarking on such an arduous journey. But he couldn’t risk being recognized by anyone. He’d be caught and swiftly returned back home, perhaps punished for abandoning his future kingdom. 

He was Jacob Thomas Kiszka. The firstborn and heir to the throne of Solaris. A title that most would carry with pride. The life of both a Prince and King was cushy, never seeing a day of hardship. Any normal person would wish for his life, eating only the richest foods, sleeping in the softest beds and wearing the finest clothes while controlling an entire kingdom. But Jake was far from what was considered normal. 

He was a twin. His brother Joshua, having been born 5 minutes after him, cursed Jake with the title of crown prince before he’d even had his first cry.  And while they were both raised like normal boys, learning to ride horses, sword training, hunting, reading, writing and even some dance, Jake was always drawn back to the library. He’d spend hours reading fairytales and history books, filling his mind with all sorts of ideas. At the young age of 5, he learned of pirates. Men who committed their lives to the sea and were free of all responsibilities. How lovely it sounded, compared to the stuffy life he lived now of meetings, faux battles with knights who were told to go easy on him, and being adorned with jewels while people fawned over him. 

By age 10, Jake had decided he didn’t want to be King. Thanks to his father, his kingdom had entered a period of peace with all of the other neighboring kingdoms. Signing peace treaties before his birth, swearing for a millennium of peace. Jake knew he’d probably never see a real battle in his lifetime, and there was no way his father would let his son become a lowly knight or part of the royal guard. But oh, how he wished. He’d pestered his personal guards with their stories about their service in the military and they’d happily tell young Jake the battles they’d won, the scars they’d received. They’d explain in detail the smell of blood, the adrenaline rush one would get while on the battlefield and the feeling of taking another man’s life. And Jake would soak up every bit of it. 

He knew he was meant to be a pirate. Meant to sail the seas, eventually becoming captain of a noble ship. He’d hone his skills with the sword and become feared by all who dared to challenge him. But most importantly, he’d be different. He’d be like Robinhood. Conquering ships carrying gold meant for a King and sharing his conquests with the poor. 

But first, he had to get away from Solaris. 

It took a good hour’s walk to get to the docks. At least, the docks Jake was going to. The main port that the merchants stopped at was guarded 24/7. If he tried to board any of those ships, he’d be stopped pretty quickly. It had taken lots of pestering and trust building with the servants, but Jake eventually learned of an abandoned cove on the western side of the island called Gray Anchor Wharf. It had once been the main hub of trade until a flood had taken out the village when Jake was a child, and it was abandoned. However, the servant told him that ships still docked there. They were still merchant ships, but they were more often than not smuggling items on and off the island. They’d arrive at night, unload their illegal cargo and then bunk at a nearby village that was up on the hill. 

Jake knew from his studies that most merchant ships were on the waters for short periods of time. His plan was simple. Get inside one, hunker down in the cargo area and escape the next time they docked. Go inland, pawn his jewelry and use that money to purchase a ship. He’d gather a crew, and they’d simply sail. Of course, he’d never actually piloted a ship before but… it couldn’t be too hard, could it? His books back home made it sound easy and if he could run a kingdom, he could certainly run a ship. 

When the wharf came into view, Jake stopped at the shoreline. Dawn was on the horizon, the crews would be back in a few short hours. He could see a few ships standing in the calm waters of the cove. No lights could be seen anywhere. Perhaps he was safe to go? Jake gathered his courage and took off across the beach as fast as he could, only stopping once he got to the waters edge. Wading in quietly, he chose the first ship he could see. 

He was almost positive it was a merchant ship. Its sails tied together in heavy folds, fluttering in the wind. The hull, darker than the night itself. As he approached, he noticed the ship had definitely seen better days. She was scarred, deep cuts in many places that exposed the cleaner wood underneath, and Jake was certain he could see cannons. Odd, but it made sense. Pirates loved attacking them, of course they needed something to defend themselves. But did they need that many? At its bow, Jake could see something was carved into the front, but couldn’t make out the details in the dim light. 

A rope ladder hung from the side of the ship, swaying softly in the breeze. Jake glanced around once more, making sure no one was around. The beach was quiet. Not even the seagulls were awake yet. Without another thought, Jake carefully climbed up and onto the ship. 

Pulling himself onto the railing, he thankfully found the deck empty. Of people, at least. There were barrels everywhere, and thick ropes coiled in the corners like snakes. A quick glance up confirmed no one was up top either. He’d expected he needed to sneak around one or two sleeping crewmen, but this ship was practically empty. Perhaps they were all below deck? His eyes darted around frantically. Being out in the open was making him uncomfortable. 

Eventually, his eyes land on a hatch. Perfect. Dropping down into a crouch, Jake shuffles over to the hatch door. It opened with little resistance, and Jake carefully squeezed himself inside onto the ladder. Carefully, he closed it behind him. The air is different down here. Musty and thick with moisture intertwined with the sweetness of spices. Lanterns hung from the pillars, illuminating the hundreds of barrels and crates that were stored here. Jake descended the ladder, quietly dropping onto the floor and breathing a sigh of relief. He’d chosen the right door, this was definitely storage. 

Quietly, he walked through the maze of cargo, trying to find a good hiding spot. And it wasn’t long before he’d spotted a small crevice to wedge himself into that was out of sight. Before he got comfortable, Jake shuddered a little which reminded him that he was still wet from his travels. Thank god he’d remembered a change of clothes. He took off his satchel, and quickly stripped himself of his nicer clothes and dressed himself in an off white linen top, and regular trousers. Satisfied, he tucked all of his wet clothes back into his satchel and squeezed himself in between the two crates under the stairs. 

There was food down here. Grain bags, cornmeal and dried meats. He knew he’d likely have to steal some to get by, but he thought if he got caught, he could simply offer them some of his jewelry to repay them. Hopefully they wouldn’t be out at sea too long. Jake sighed, leaning himself up against the crate and closing his eyes. At least now he could get some sleep.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔱 ℑ 𝔊𝔬 𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Jake is caught hiding on the wrong ship. Captain Chris Turpin offers him a bargain instead of the sea: stay aboard and work, or take his chances with the tide. Jake takes the bargain. He tells himself it’s only until the next port, only until he can disappear again. But somewhere between storms, long nights at sea, and the captain who watches him a little too closely, Jake begins to realize freedom might not mean leaving at all. And if the day ever comes when Chris tells him to go free... Jake isn’t sure he’ll want to.

WARNINGS: Eventual Smut, Angst, Magic, Copious Pining, Drama, Slow Burn, Gore/Blood, Major Character Death

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Author's Note: This will also be a very long fic and updates will not happen often. College student, blah blah blah. This fic will make you cry. I am sorry in advance.

Cover art created by the lovely and very talented @no-other-mashter !!!!

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