A/N: This is an idea that came to me out of the blue. Blame it on being obsessed with 'Pirates of the Caribbean' and 'One Piece' too much. Furthermore, I'm surprised there aren't that many of this genre after "Cap'n Drakken" premiered, but then again, it probably wasn't one of the best of season four. After all, you have to admit that Ron could've been portrayed better in that episode. Anyway, enjoy!

I.

"Yohoho!" The young blond cried to sky. "Tis a pirate's life for me! Ain't that right, First Mate Rufus?"

"Uh, Ron?" The buck toothed creature that was half the boy's height said in a deep voice.

"Pipe up the crew! All hands on deck! Weigh anchor and set sail!" The young captain cried as he pulled out a telescope and looked through it. "Adventuring awaits!"

"Ron?" Rufus continue to try to interject.

"There's treasure to be found on these open seas!"

"Ron!" Rufus finally yelled.

"What are ye waiting for, Rufus?" Ron asked his first mate. "Pipe up the crew!"

"There's just one problem with that, Captain Ron." Rufus commented.

"What's that?"

"There is no crew." The rodent creature said flatly. "It's just the two of us."

"Ye mean we don't have anyone to crew me mighty vessel?" The young pirate asked.

"That's another thing." Rufus continued to say in his flat manner. "This isn't a mighty vessel. We're in a dinghy!"

Sure enough, the two were in a small dinghy in the middle of the ocean.

"Oh." Ron said without his accent as he remembered where they were. "Sorry. Got caught up in the moment."

Rufus sighed. "Ron, do you really want to go through with this life as a pirate?"

"Of course!" Ron said to the oversized rodent. "I'm tired of living the life of a noble. All it is rules, rules, rules. I'm sick of it! And don't even get me started on my parents."

"So they inherited a large fortune and moved you away from Port Mystic Cove Haven when you were seven" Rufus commented. "Does that really qualify rebelling against them?"

"It's not just that." Ron said as he sat down on the wet seat. "They didn't even tell me about it until the carriage was packed with our belongings! Besides, my whole life was in that village. It's where I found you in the woods before you ate that cursed fruit that made you grow and talk. Not only that, it's where I met my first friend. It's been so long, I don't even remember her face, let alone her name. All I know is that I use to nickname her KP. Besides, that was just the beginning. Then they sent me to Wannaweep Boarding School to learn how to be a noble. That was the worst summer of my whole life! I had to share my dorm room with the mascot! Since then, monkeys have given me the creeps. Well, I've finally had enough!"

"And you thought becoming a pirate would be the best alternative?" Rufus had to ask.

"All my life, I've heard about pirates." Ron explained. "They always fascinated me, even though they're considered bad guys. I figure that pirates have the freedom I've always wanted."

"Still, you're not equipped to be a pirate." Rufus pointed out.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked indignantly. "I've got the accent down and I'm wearing the proper threads, look!"

On his head was the traditional hat with a skull and crossbone. Beneath was a red bandanna wrapped around his head. He was also wearing a black shirt covered by a red suit with a pair of baggy brown pants and a pair of boots. All in all, he looked like the most ridiculous pirate in the world.

Rufus sighed. "Being a pirate takes more than an accent and outfit. Like I said, we don't have a ship or crew. Heck, you don't even have a sword!"

"Well, that's easy to remedy." Ron casually said as he cast his eyes out on the sea. "What's the nearest port of scum and villainy?"

Sighing, Rufus looked over his map. "That would be a village called South Beach Bay."

"Then that's where we be a-headin'" Ron said as he regained his accent. "Let's set sail!"

Rufus sighed before saluting. "Aye, aye, Captain."

II.

By the time the pair had reached South Beach Bay, their dinghy was halfway filled with water and no matter how much Ron bucketed out, it still kept coming.

"We be takin' on water!" He cried as the boat continued to sink. "Abandon ship!"

"Will you stop it with the accent already?!" Rufus snapped as he climbed the mast to keep from sinking.

"Sorry." Ron replied as he followed the rodent up the pole.

Fortunately, they had reached the dock and were able to jump onto it just before the dinghy completely sank.

"Looks like we're not going anywhere until we find a new ship." Ron said as he and Rufus walked into town.

"Preferably one that doesn't leak." Rufus commented.

"While we're at it, we'll buy me a sword and start gathering crewmates." Ron added.

"You really expect someone in this town to follow you?" Rufus asked.

"Of course!" Ron said optimistically. "Why wouldn't they?"

At that moment, a large man came flying out a window of a seedy pub, bruises on his head and sporting a black eye. Turning to the tavern, Ron smiled.

"Ah, here's a place to get some roudy crewmen." He said as he walked into the pub.

Sighing, Rufus waited at the side, knowing what was about to happen. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Ron came sailing out through the double doors and landed in a heap.

"Your loss!" He cried into the tavern. "I would've given you a nice share of treasure!" He then ducked as a bottle came flying at him.

Rufus sighed. "Maybe we better get the proper equipment before we start recruiting."

"Good idea." Ron said as they continued walking through town.

"This should be a good place to acquire good weaponry." Rufus said as they stood outside a shop called Rodighan's Rogues.

"Sounds like a place run by knights." Ron commented as they walked inside.

Inside the store, the walls were lined with rows of weapons Ron and Rufus had never seen before. Reaching into a barrel, Rufus pulled out a pair of strange looking pistols.

"These almost look like miniature cannons." He said as he examined them.

"Indeed." The shopkeeper said. "Those two are the only ones of their kind. They are designed to shoot explosives instead of regular bullets."

"Really?" Rufus said intrigued. "Well, then, I think I'll take them. How much?"

"Five shillings."

"Sold." Rufus said as he placed the money on the table before heading outside. "I'll be waiting for you to find your sword, Ron."

Ron continued looking over the racks and racks of swords, but not one interested him.

"Eh, these all look like any sword a-shilling-a-day pirate uses." He grumbled. "I want something that's different. Unique."

Ron was about to give up when a glimmer out of the corner of his eye caused him to turn. There, on a hook, was the most beautiful sword he had ever seen. Its handle looked like it was made of solid gold while the blade itself looked silver. Gasping in awe, Ron took the sword from its hook and held it. It was light enough for him to carry.

"Wow." Ron said in awe as he held the weapon. "This is the most amazing sword I've ever seen."

"Ah, you have a good eye, my young friend." The storeowner said pleasantly. "That is a very rare sword you hold in your hands. It was forged long ago by the greatest blacksmiths in Feudal Japan".

Smiling, Ron turned to the shopkeeper "How much is it worth?"

"100 gold pieces." The shopkeeper said.

"What?!" Ron cried in shock."But, I've only got twelve!"

"In that case," The shopkeeper said, his voice becoming nasty, "I suggest you put that sword down and get out of my shop."

Sighing, Ron sadly turned to the sword he had been attracted to. He was about to put it back on its rack when an idea struck him.

As he was putting the sword back on its hook, he stumbled and fell forward against the wall, causing all the swords on the wall to fall off.

"Ah, oops?" Ron said sheepishly.

"You fool!" The shopkeeper cried as he ran forward "Look what you've done!"

"I am so sorry." Ron said as he started to pick up swords. "Let me help you with this mess."

"No, no" The shopkeeper said as he took the swords from the blond. "Just get out of here before I ring your neck!"

"Alright, if you insist." Ron said as he made his way out of the store, a hidden smirk on his face.

"Did you find anything worthwhile in there?" Rufus asked as Ron came out.

"No time to talk," Ron said as he walked at a brisk pace. "Just run."

"Ron." Rufus asked as he caught up to his friend. "What's going on?"

"We've got to get out of here quick!" Ron muttered.

"Hey!" Bellowed a voice from behind them. Turning around, the pair saw the shopowner burst out of his store with murder in his eyes.

"Stop that man!" He cried as he pointed at Ron. "He's a thief!"

Grinning sheepishly, Ron quickly dashed off, Rufus right behind him.

"Ron," Rufus asked flatly. "What did you do?"

Smirking, Ron reached into his vest and pulled out the sword he had taken.

"You stole that sword?!" Rufus cried.

"The guy was asking for robbery on this." Ron retaliated. "I just had to have it, and well…I'm a pirate, am I?"

Rufus sighed. "You just might have what it takes to be a pirate after all, Ron."

TBC…