Your Laws Do Not Apply To Me
The second Queer Walrus Variation - The Walrus is crewed by old married gay pirates who just want to get James Flint laid - a story in four parts, of which this is part one - read on AO3 here
“Dear Christ, how long has it been exactly?”
Flint frowns over the lip of his ale mug and regards Gates with an expression that’s two parts inscrutable and one part concerned. The midmorning sun is streaming through the windows of Eleanor Guthrie’s tavern, and it makes Flint’s hair look redder and his eyes look greener, and the three members of his crew that he’s been drinking with are all looking at him in utter disbelief.