Give Me Your Freedom
[Pirate!Frerard - English Colony in Jamaica, year 1715]
Frank tried really hard to ignore those words, ignore the picture of Way's hand - more and more clear in his mind -, ignore how he was enjoying everything.
"Shut up," he hissed, but he noticed how much his voice was thick with hesitation right after he had heard it.
"C'mon, wouldn't it be exciting? A pirate and a Navy soldier... an immoral and irresistible attraction..."
Frank tried to stop his legs, which had suddenly started trembling. It had already happened before; it was caused by cold or, sometimes, by fear. But the sensation that was now shaking every fiber of his body was utterly unknown. It fogged his mind and his sight, it gave him the impression of being fragile as a blade of grass, it speeded up his heartbeat like he was sick, it made him flushed with frustration.
He hated and loved that sensation at the same time, exactly how he hated that pirate's gut, but in that moment he just craved to cancel the distance between the two of them.
"I'm here, boy" he kept wheezing. "I'm yours if you want me. There is nobody except us, no one will ever know..."
Every right goes to HeartBreath (Vin), we are just a team of Italian killjoys who collaborated to translate this wonderful work in English.