"I will not tell you any more than you know, young captain." The woman said, sitting upon her seat in the dark swamps, "you're love is a brown eyed beauty, getting into fights with you at every turn. Hair golden as the sun…"

"Cast the sails!" The man strode across the ship, barking at the dark figures around him, "I want all men on deck, prepare the sails!"

The silhouettes darted across the wood, water falling down to the dark floors of the ship. Everything rocked from one side to another.

"Captain!"

The man didn't pause in his commands. "Masaomi! Get the navigator! Le Sung! I SAID RAISE THE DAMN SAILS!"

The man turned, glaring at the captain, "what's the damn point! You have lost us everything! We work for your boss, not for you!"

"I SAID RAISE-"

"RAISE YOUR OWN DA-AHHH!" The man crumbled to a heap before the captain looked around at his crew. The entire group paused, staring at him. The sky poured down upon them, the winds whipping through their hair.

Every single person stared at the dead body and the young captain.

"…What are you all waiting around for?" The captain looked at every soul on the ship and spoke up loud, "Do you know what a curse is gentlemen?"

"Yeah, we do!" A man piped up.

"Good! Then you'll know exactly what to look forward to should THOSE DAMN SAILS NOT BE RAISED FIVE MINUTES AGO!"

The men shuddered before taking off running for their stations.

Dark fabric raised from their seemingly passive positions, fluttering in the wind. Lighting lit the dark flag, almost flattened against the crow's nest.

"Captain!" A man darted out from below deck, following the man into his cabin. "Captain! What happened with the witch?"

The captain ignored him. Walking with a clear determination to his chambers. The man behind him followed as fast as he could.

"Captain! We're friends! You can tell me what happened!" The man darted through the shutting door to the captain's room and paused as he saw the captain sit.

The man pulled his hat off, unbuttoning his jacket, tossing it to the tilting floor. His white shirt was soaking red in blood.

"Iza- Captain," the man kneeled before him, unbuttoning the shirt to pause at what he saw.

"We've been cursed, Shinra." The captain stared down at him, smirking. "We had been tricked from the start. That… that woman… Shizuka… nngh… It's bleeding out badly isn't it?"

The man shook his head, ripping apart the captain's shirt, "you did a number on yourself, that is for sure. It's nothing I haven't seen before from you though…"

"Ah, and my witty doctor has returned," the captain chuckled before leaning back. "I was cursed Shinra."

"There is no such thing as curses, for the last ti-"

"Shinra. I don't you will be saying that in a couple hours…"

The man rolled his eyes, "you're dillusional."

"Then tell me, Shinra-san." The captain looked up at him and smirked sarcastically, "how's that wound of mine looking? Has it stopped bleeding or is it pouring out?"

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"Once upon a time, in a far away land far east of the African jungles and the wild Caribbean, there was an island, home to many villages. All of the villagers were wary of all visitors, well aware of the violence that the foreigners could bring.

However, there was one ship that all travelers and villages were well aware of… one that haunted every child, mother, and man to the very depths of their soul.

The ship, The Informant.

Its crew forged from the very depths of hell.

Its sails ripped and tattered, the sides of the ship completely black, not paint, but from being sunk to the very depths of the sea. A single flag flew from the ship, a flag bearing a single circle, in its center, a single knife, its blade stabbing the circle.

On a stormy night, it was said to land upon the soil, drenching it in blood. Children would be slaughtered, mothers would be stolen, never to be seen again, and men would be killed.

There were no survivors to the ship's pillaging.

The worst part of the tale, dear readers, was the captain.

The black haired beast had at one time been a god in human form. He had been the best trader of goods and information in the entire world, but was cursed."

"Cursed?"

"Hush now," the woman cooed to the man before her, shivering from the rain, "let me finish." The woman wrapped the blanket closer to him and continued, "he was deceived by a woman of incredible beauty, and, thinking himself to be a God among men, allowed her anything she wished. He brought her gold, jewels, money, a home, but she threw them into his face, calling him callous. He grew taunting, masking his ire with sarcastic quips. His crew tried to take from her everything she was getting. They took it all, and the captain helped his men do it."

"He sounds like an asshole."

"Heiwajima Shizuo, let me finish."

"Tch, fine," the man leaned back and yawned.

"He loved the woman so very deeply, but she would never return his love. He would confess to her when he thought he could finally get through to her, he would confess over dinners, over the light of the shining moon upon the sea, he would promise to give up the job he held so dear, to abandon his crew. Still, she did nothing to show that he was anything to her."

"And I suppose she is a bitch too."

"Shizuo! Let me finish! She left the man, stabbing him in the chest. She ran to the starboard side of the ship and declared her hatred of the captain. She unclothed herself, declaring that his hands would never touch her. That she would die, rather than let the captain come near her…" The old woman wiped her eyes as she continued, "She did one last thing before she dived to her death. She declared that the captain would be cursed, within a full moon's cycle, becoming a beast in the moonlight that he found so romantic. She cursed his name to the very depths of her soul, claiming that no blood would run through his veins while he continued to play with the emotions of others, claiming a love he know in his soul to never have existed in the first place."

"So he's an asshole who got himself cursed for fucking with people."

"…I suppose… But-"

Shizuo stood up and growled in annoyance, "this story is pointless then. The captain should go get himself a girlfriend and the crew should buy a new boat and sails."

"LISTEN! DO YOU HAVE EARS WITH THAT OBNOXIOUSLY LARGE MOUTH OF YOURS?" The woman smacked his chest and cleared her throat as Shizuo rolled his eyes and sat back down.

"Fine, continue the tale of captain idiot and his crew of thieves."

"The captain found within that moon cycle that his blood poured forth from his chest, bathing the deck of the ship in crimson. His eyes were underlined in black bags, showing his fatigue. He grew more violent, not afraid to kill anyone, not even his own crew. No one could leave once they stepped upon the ship. The crew attempted to assuage the situation with many goddess-like women, but were forced to dump the bodies overboard in the morning. The captain now- heh, he's one of the most violence and deadly of all the creatures in this world. He roams the earth, a monster, devouring the flesh and blood of his victims, leaving only the bones for the dead villages."

Shizuo waited a moment before sighing, "the end?"

"Oh, but the story continues!" The woman shut the book and smiled, "that's what makes it the greatest horror story of them all."

"That wasn't how the story goes!" Shizuo looked behind himself only to mentally groan. God, it was his damn fiancée. "The captain was a monster spat out from hell, bathing in the blood of women to stay alive."

The old woman rolled her eyes, "and I suppose you think that the world is flat as well?"

"That's a well-known fact, old crone." Vorona stood glaring at the old woman and Shizuo stood up, already annoyed.

"I will have your sour pampered behind know that my stories are not merely stories, but fact!"

"Oh really?"

"YES!"

Annoyed annoyed annoyed. Vorona was following him around like a lost annoying puppy. The blond walked out of the tavern and headed to the cliffs, the rain lightening to a drizzle as he reached the peak. His gaze drifted out to the stormy blue waters, striking against one another.

"All for love huh?" Shizuo thought back to the woman's tale and scoffed, "sounds like a stupid fucking thing to do."

And he was about to make the same stupid mistake with this fiancée of his, just so that his parents could afford to stay feed. His younger brother had already married, an embarrassing fact that Shizuo was reminded of every day. He only had so much time left in his life, he was a blacksmith. A trade that was near useless in this area, except for the farmers.

She unclothed herself and cursed him.

What if…

Shizuo snorted a bit at his own train of thought, muttering to himself, "because getting naked and wishing for shit has done everyone good."

…

He sighed, lifting his tunic from his chest, dropping his pants to the ground and standing nude before the ocean.

What the hell was he doing, he would never know. Knowing his fucking luck, he would end up sick in bed for a month.

Well, then he wouldn't have to put up with consummating his fucking marriage.

He looked out to the sea and shouted out to the ocean, "HEY!"

The waves splashed against the land.

"IF ANYONE EVEN GIVES A SHIT ABOUT SO CALLED TRUE FUCKING LOVE, GET ME THE HELL TO MINE!"

He stood in silence as he watched the waves move before shouting one last time, "MAKE IT FAST! I WOULD RATHER BE ANYWHERE BUT IN THIS STUPID ASS SITUATION THAT'LL LEAD ME NOWHERE IN THIS STUPID ASS VILLAGE!"

Another minute and Shizuo was getting dressed again, muttering about stupid curses as he returned to the tavern once more, going to get drunk.

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A/N: PIRATES? CURSES? WHAT THE HELL? I'm sorry, I just think of Izaya in a captain's outfit and BAM! WE HAVE LIFTOFF! Oh, this is going to be my big ol' Izuo fic, so my wondrous Shizaya fans… well, we still have Vegas- *Shot*

Okay! OKAY! Maybe I'll thrown in some Shizaya moments *coughs* don't count on it, Captain Izaya FTW! *cough cough*

I'm not gonna say the R word, you know the routine~!

AVAST YE MATEYS! WE BE GOING INTO ROUGH WATERS FOR TE FIC!