Scratch that, have an updated version of the drabble I put with my godawful pirate picture, like, a year ago. Cheating, I know, but since I lost my new pirate fic, I’m expanding this one instead.
Kurt wonders briefly if throwing himself into the sea would be easier than letting his former friends catch him. He takes a swig out of a bottle of…is this rum? and tries not to cough as the liquid burns his throat. He can feel the alcohol warming his insides and suddenly decides he was wrong to dislike the substance before.
He’s probably going to be hanged for this.