I Don’t Own a Single Gun (But If I Did You’d be the One)
'I don’t want to die here, I don’t want to die here' he repeated to himself, over and over again until the words had lost their meaning and felt large and obtrusive in his mouth. “How old are you, boy?” Captain Styles asked, plainly. Louis hadn’t been expecting that, no, he’d been expecting the Captain to demand a case from Louis.
“Eighteen, sir” Louis replied, following Zayn’s guideline as to how to address the Captain. At the very least Louis might be treated to a kinder death than the boy before Zayn if he addressed him properly.
The Captain squinted, “You don’t look it, boy, I don’t appreciate liars. Now why don’t we try that again, shall we?” he offered nicely, obviously taking pity on Louis. He was showing mercy to Louis, a trait he had heard the Captain was not exactly famous for. The dread began to crawl up Louis’s throat and he feared it might just rise out of him. His took a deep breath before daring to open his mouth again, forcing the feeling back into his stomach.
“Going on seventeen, Captain” Louis said again, quieter now.
Or the one where Louis is trying to start a new life as a pirate. Harry just so happens to be a most notorious pirate of the time. It's 1680.
The Star Spangled Goose With A Plan