"Blasted couch" Arthur grumbled as he tried as hard as he could to get comfortable on his new sleeping quarters. In all honesty, the couch was meant for sitting, not sleeping. He felt bad, now knowing what you had to go through sleeping on it. Then again, you were much smaller then he was and it probably didn't bother you as much as it did him. His feet hung off the side of the couch, even though he was scrunched up in a fetal position. The couch was just WAAAAAAY too small for him to sleep on.
'But at least she's alright.' he thought to himself, glancing over at your sleeping form. You looked tired but peaceful.
He sighed, exhausted and tired. But his mind kept him awake with racing thought. This wasn't new though. This is how he had spent most nights since you came aboard. Everything new about you kept him thinking. Which kept him from sleeping. But he just couldn't help it.
'So many strange and new things in the future
I wish I could see more of them.' he thought, rolling over on his back and tucking his hands behind his head. His hair fell into his eyes in the process. There was still one thing that bothered him. That bracelet. You never took it off or let it out of your sight. He wasn't entirely sure at times if it really was all that special. For all he knew you could have made it all up.
'But those devices
and her knowledge
..it has to be true.' he thought, furrowing his brows in concentration.
'Then that means that by the next full moon
she really will be gone
..' he looked over at you again. For some reason the thought of you leaving made him sad, even a bit anxious. You really were a lot of fun to be around. But what? Was he lonely? How could he be lonely with a whole crew of men around him!
..' he thought again 'It's something else
..I'm not quite sure
..oh blast this infernal thought process!' he thought, scolding his mind. Trying again to fall asleep. But then his thought came racing again. This time he thought about when he almost lost you to the storm. He furrowed his brows in sadness at the memory. Remembering how scared he had been. It was exactly like when Peter went overboard. That same feeling of fear and dread. All of the 'could have' scenarios racing across his mind. Thankfully none of them were true, but it still upset him to think about it.
He sighed again. Slowly bringing his finger to his lips. That same sensation still fresh in his mind.
"What is wrong with me?" he muttered in the quiet room. His finger grazing his lips as he spoke.
"I just don't understand
He finally gave up in trying to make sense of any of this, as early as it was in the morning already, he would make no progress.
His day ahead of him was no different. Nothing seemed to help him concentrate on his plan of action. He knew he would be ahead of schedule, thanks to the storm, but he still had no idea what he would do once he met up with Cruz. He sighed in frustration and drummed his fingers on the desk.
Your day however was quite different. The moment you set foot outside you were immediately embraced in a bear hug from none other then Ian. After your weak protests of trying to tell him that you couldn't breath he finally lightened up a bit. He showered you with sayings of how worried he had been and how foolish it was for you to have come outside in a storm in the first place and how he wouldn't know what he would have done if he lost you. But it wasn't just Ian. In fact almost the entire crew was like this. Men you didn't even know very well were giving you hugs and telling you how glad they were that you were alright and feeling better. You weren't sure if they were still scared of that 'siren' or if they really meant it. Either way you accepted it gratefully. Even big, bad Victor, the man that you almost got into a scrap with, gave his relief
in his own way. A simple smile and tip of his hat was all he needed for you to get the message. It made you happy. Had it not been for the killer headache you had you would have been grinning like the Cheshire cat. No one would even let you pick up a mop or do any kind of physical labor. Ian refused to let you mop, instead giving that job to Peter, who took it surprisingly well. You even begged Gibbons to let you help with dishes. But he just leaned on the counter, shook his head and said:
"I can't let ye do that lass. I don't want ye hurtin' yerself any further." You pouted and crossed your arms.
"Oh come on Gibbons! Its not like I have to be bed ridden!" you protested, clearly wanting to get your way. But Gibbons would have none of it.
"No lass. Ye need te take it easy until ye heal completely." he said, gesturing to the bruise on your head. You gently touched it and winced immediately. Gibbons sighed.
"See what I mean lass? Now stop all this nonsense about wantin' te help and just take it easy fer a day or two." he said, turning back to the meal he was preparing. You gritted your teeth in annoyance.
"That's all I've pretty much done since I got here." you said through said teeth. Now that you thought about it, you HAD spent more time 'taking it easy' then you did doing any kind of work. Seeing how you weren't going to get anywhere with Gibbons you turned around and headed back up the stairs.
'Maybe Arthur will need me for something' you thought, hoping with every fiber in your being that he did. Everyone was right though, you really should have taken it easy, but against you better judgment you were determined not to sit around and do nothing. You could do that all you wanted back at Alfred's house
.Alfred. Alfred! You hadn't called him yet!
"Aw crap!" you yelled aloud, causing quite a few stares in your direction. You laughed nervously.
"J-Just remembered something I had forgotten! That's all." you said. To your relief everyone went back to work. You sighed in relief. But that relief sort of went out the window when you felt something snake around your waist. It was an arm. But more importantly whom that arm was attached to. Francis.
"Bonjour mon cher. I see you are up and feeling better, non?" he said. Yup! Frenchie was back to his old ways. Man! This guy never gives you a break!
"Hands off Francis." you said, slapping his hand away. He chuckled and came around to face you. He clicked his tongue.
"Oh mon cher
that is quite the nasty bruise you 'ave" he said, actually looking like he was concerned. You looked off to the side.
"Yeah, well it will heal
eventually." you said. You winced when you felt a light pressure on said bruise. You didn't seem to notice Francis reaching toward your head. Though as gentle as he may have been
it still hurt.
"What did I say about touch-" you began to protest but he cut you off.
"-I 'ave something that will 'eal it quicker. And it wont leave any nasty scars to ruin that beautiful face of yours." he said, all too chipper. You furrowed your eyebrows as best as you could.
"No that's fine I'll-" again, he cut you off. It was really starting to annoy you. He lifted his hand up to stop your protest.
"-Unacceptable! You will come with me." he said. And before you could say anything else you were being pulled in the opposite direction that you wanted to go to.
"Think. Think. Think! Think Arthur!" he said, pounding his fist on the desk in frustration. Nothing. He still couldn't think of a single thing And the racing thoughts were not helping him. Not even a little bit. He groaned and leaned back in his chair, allowing his head to rest on the back and pushing his hat forward in the process.
"This is hopeless
" he muttered through his hat, which was now resting on his nose.
"I can't even think of one single plan
." he sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose. But then, suddenly, something jolted him completely out of his thought process. Music.
"What on earth?" Arthur said slowly sitting up, pushing his hat back on his head. He furrowed his brows and he looked around for the source. The music was very different from the kind he was use to. So he concluded that what ever this music was coming from, it must have belonged to you. He slowly stood up and rounded his desk, his boots thumping on the wooden floor in the process. Emerald orbs scanned the room. Ears listened for the source of said music. The closer he got to his bed the louder it got. The only thing on his bed was (name's) strange coat.
" Arthur said, placing his hand under his chin in thought. "I wonder
" he slowly approached your garment and lifted it up. Yes. The strange music was definitely coming from it.
"I really shouldn't snoop
" Arthur said quietly. But against his better gentlemanly judgment, he did. He turned your sweatshirt upside down, causing your phone to fall onto the bed. Arthur jumped back a bit.
it's that device again." Arthur said, eyeing your phone. Or as he liked to call it, that "strange device". He slowly reached out to pick it up. He was slightly afraid that it could somehow harm him. He picked it up and slowly brought it to his face, examining it. He noticed how smooth it was. It was shiny like metal. But it didn't feel like metal. It was light. And it glowed.
" Arthur said absentmindedly. He noticed that there was a name on the small glass square. It said:
"Alfred?" he said aloud. He remembered (name) mentioning an Alfred before. From what he reckoned, through this device somehow, this Alfred person was trying to contact (name). Arthur wasn't sure what to do now. But, because strange things always seem to happen to him lately, his finger grazed the talk button. Completely by accident. But it gave the person on the other line the impression that you were ready to talk. Only it wasn't you holding the phone. Arthur dropped the device in his hands when a loud, obnoxious voice came bounding from it.
"(NAME)! WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED ME AT ALL IN THE PAST WEEK?!? YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULD! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN?! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS GIVE ME SOME RECOGNITION THAT YOUR DOING OKAY! GEEZE GIVE ME A BREAK! I HAVE TO WORK MY BUTT OFF TO KEEP PEOPLE CONVINCED THAT YOUR ON SOME SPECIAL IMPORTANT TRIP-" Arthur blinked as he stared at the babbling device. The voice continued to yell on and on. Whom ever this Alfred person was, Arthur didn't like him already. He sounded loud and obnoxious. And how dare he speak to (name) in such a manner! Even if she wasn't there at that moment. If Arthur weren't here then she'd have to hear all of this. Arthur narrowed his eyes and tipped his hat, causing his eyes to look darker. He yanked the device from his bed and held it a bit away from his face.
"Now look here you wanker." he began in a dark and irritated voice, which immediately shut Alfred up. 'That doesn't sound like (name)' Alfred thought to himself.
"I don't know who you think you are but you have no right to speak to Miss. (name) like that! You'd better shape up and speak more respectfully to her or I'll personally see to it that you have every pirate ship AND the British navy up your backside! Savvy?!" The other line was quite. Very quiet. If you were on the other side of the phone line, you'd see a very dumbfounded looking Alfred. Eyes wide, mouth agape and completely unsure of what to do. After a long moment he finally broke the silence.
"(N-Name)?" he finally said. Just to make sure it wasn't some sort of a joke.
"No you dolt. This is Captain Arthur Kirkland, owner of the Phantom Knight. And I don't like you one bit And if you even think about-" But Arthur never got to finish his threats because the device in his hands began to make a strange continuous noise. He had a strange feeling that the person he was talking to was no longer there. Arthur furrowed his brows.
"Hmph. Ingrate." he spat bitterly. He walked over to his desk and sat down slowly, placing your phone in the upper right hand corner of his desk. He just sat there, staring at it for the longest time.
'Why did I get so mad all of a sudden?' asked himself in his head.
'Why did I get so angry at that man? I've never even met him, yet
' he narrowed his eyes.
'I don't like him.' he concluded as he tried once again to focus on a plan when they arrived in Normandy. In just a few days in fact.
"Voila! It is done!" Francis said as he finished dabbing a strange cream on your bruise. You had a less then enthusiastic look on your face. For a few reason. First. He's always been a perv. Second. He forcefully took you away to another room with no one around. That in itself irritated you. And Third. It was Francis. Enough said.
.thanks." you said dryly. Francis just chuckled at you.
"Oh mon cher, that look doesn't befit you at all." he said. That made your face light up a bit. You remembered Arthur.
"Uh. Thanks again. But I gotta go." you said, zipping out of there as fast as you could. Francis smiled and shook his head as you left in a hurry.
"Strange mademoiselle." he said to himself as he cleaned the cream off of his fingers.
You were glad to be out of there. Granted you felt a little less creeped out by him since you got to know his situation. But still
"Back to what I was doing before!" you said to yourself as you made your way to the Captain's cabin. At least he'd have something for you to do. At least, you hoped he did.
You found him writing something down on a parchment when you opened the door. He looked up from his paper and then looked back down to it.
"Please knock before entering a room." he said while dipping his feather pen into a bottle of ink and continued writing something.
'Yes mother!' you thought sarcastically to yourself. You smiled and left the room, closing it on your way out. Then you knocked. You could practically hear Arthur shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
"Come in." you heard him say. You opened the door and closed it behind you.
"Better?" you asked somewhat sarcastically. Arthur cracked a smile as he continued to write.
"Much." he said, placing his pen down and blowing on the wet ink to dry it quicker.
You slowly approached his desk.
"What are you writing?" you asked, trying to take a peek at the paper.
"My my, aren't you nosy" he said, giving you a cheeky smile. You placed your hands on your hips and gave him a look. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh just a letter to our other party. I need to know where they are and how close they are to our destination." he said. You rolled your mouth and nodded.
"Alright then. Got anything you need help with?" you asked. Arthur took in a deep breath and exhaled.
"Actually I do." he said, looking up at you while sitting back in his chair.
"We need to concoct a plan on how to trap Cruz once we find him." he said. You nodded and sat down in the chair adjacent to the desk.
"I take it you couldn't think of anything then?" you asked. Arthur grumbled slightly and looked away. You giggled.
"I'll take that as a 'yes' then?" you said, smiling.
"Only because I've been worried about you!" he said in defense. You grinned deviously.
"Oh so you're worried about me now are you?" You asked, suppressing a laugh. Arthur opened his mouth to say something but closed it quickly, pinching the bridge of his nose. More like trying to hide his blushing face.
"Could we please get to the matter at hand?" he asked impatiently. You laughed quietly and nodded.
"Sure thing. So what do we have to work with?" you asked. Arthur sighed and removed his hand from his face. Drumming his fingers on his desk.
nothing at the moment. But what ever we do, we have to out wit him. He might be a scoundrel but he's a clever git." he said, slight bitterness radiating from his voice.
You sat back a bit.
..strategic ambush?" you asked.
"Aren't all ambushes strategic?" he replied. You narrowed your eyes, a bit annoyed.
"Hardy har har." you replied, earning a chuckle from Arthur. He removed his hat and rubbed his face.
"Oh blast it
what would people in your time do in a situation like this?" he asked, looking at you through his fingers. You took in a deep breath and exhaled, sitting back a little more.
"Hire a professional detective or have the SWAT and/ or FBI to track down the sucker and haul him off to jail for life." you said, with a smile on your face. Arthur looked at you in surprise.
quiet efficient I see." he said. You laughed at his expression but hissed in pain from your bruise. Arthur looked at you in concern.
"Are you alright?" he asked, taking a look at the bruise on your head. He noticed there was some sort of crème on your bruise.
"Oh good lord don't tell me that frog gave you treatment" he said in slight annoyance. You giggled softly and nodded.
"Yeah, he said it would help it to heal quicker." you said, smiling at him. Arthur sighed and shook his head.
"Well let hope it works. I don't want the others thinking that I hit you or anything." he said. You scoffed and shook your head.
"I though that's what pirates did." you said. He shook his head this time.
"Not this pirate." he said, standing up. You stood up as well. But then you noticed something. For some reason your phone was on Arthur's desk. Which was odd because you had it in your hoddie pocket before.
' you thought.
"Hey Arthur?" you asked.
"Hmm?" he responded. You furrowed your brows and looked at him.
"Why is my phone on your desk?" you asked. The color in his face drained a bit as he slowly looked down at your 'phone'.
"O-Oh! Is that what its called? Oh well I..um
" You could tell he was thinking of something. He was also nervous, which was easy to tell by the way he was wringing his hands.
"It fell out of your garment somehow so I placed it on my desk for safe keeping." he said, his eyes quickly darting from you to your phone and then back to you. You stared at him. Not believing him.
"And I suppose it just turned on by itself too?" you said. He looked at you confused.
"Huh?" he responded. You reached over and picked it up.
"I always shut it off after I'm done with it." you said, smiling at him. He looked more nervous now.
" he bumbled. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
"Look Captain, I don't mind if your curious about my phone but I'd appreciate it if you'd ask me before you start messing with it." you said in a matter-of-factly way. He nodded quickly.
how'd he figure out how to turn it on? There's no way he'd know what button to press. The only other way it would turn on is if someone called me
' you thought. You quickly looked in your caller ID. You saw that someone had called you ten minutes ago. Alfred. You shrugged it off. That reminded you. You needed to call Alfred.
"Hey. You don't mind if I make a call do you?" you asked him. He shook his head.
"Go right ahead" he said, turning around and looking out the window.
'That was a close one' he thought to himself. You stepped off to the side and dialed Alfred's number. You placed the phone to your ear and listened to the ringing. Arthur felt a little nervous.
'What if she finds out?' he thought
"Hey Alfred!" you said. Arthur shut his eyes, hoping that loud mouthed git would keep his mouth shut.
"Woah! Alfred! Calm down!
Yes I'm fine, just got a little bump on my head that's all
Alfred! Would you please tell me what's
.what?" you said, slowly glancing at Arthur. He could feel your eyes on him. He didn't like that.
You looked at Arthur in disbelief.
'How did he figure out how to use my phone?' you thought.
"Look Al, I'll call you back later
..yes I know
..alright, bye." and with that you hung up, turning your phone off and tossing it on the bed, never looking away from Arthur.
"Captain?" you asked. Arthur swallowed a bit. But why was he afraid? He did nothing wrong! And besides, he put that obnoxious git in his place! Surely you would understand that. Right?
"Yes?" he said. You pursed your lips and slowly walked toward him, your boots making soft thumping noises on the wooden floor beneath you.
"I see you had a little 'chat' with Alfred. Is that correct?" you asked, crossing your arms and tilting your head sideways. Arthur took in a breath and stuck his chest out.
"I may have had a few words with him. What of it?" he said in defense. Your narrowed your eyes a bit.
"He says you threatened him." you said in a serious tone. Arthur sighed and turned his head toward you.
"I don't like that git." he said simply. You rolled your eyes.
"Oh give me a break." you mumbled. Arthur turned to face you completely.
"He thought I was you and started speaking in an ungentlemanly way! I put him in his place. He had no right to speak that way to you!" he said, getting irritated. You looked at him like he was crazy.
"Are you kidding me? That's how Alfred and I always speak to each other! He was probably just worried about me!" you said. Arthur huffed and looked the other way.
"Well I don't like it." he muttered. You sighed loudly. Running your hand through your hair, making sure it was on the side that wasn't bruised.
"Come on. We have a plan to concoct, remember?" you said, trying to be productive. You didn't want to just sit around and do nothing. You can do that when you get home! Arthur nodded.
"Yes. Your right. Now
where were we?" he asked, looking up in thought.
"Well, I think I have an idea." you said. This sparked the Captains interest. Which was made clear when he brought his full attention to you.
"Really? Do tell." he said, taking a seat at his desk. You followed suit, sitting across from him.
"Well. Most pirates are superstitious, right?" you said. Arthur nodded.
"That they are." he remarked. You nodded and sat forward.
"Well, I could pull that same siren stunt that I did to the crew, but this time I'll do it to Cruz and his crew. That can be a distraction of some sort that could lead them into a trap!" you said, relaying your plan to Arthur, who seemed intrigued by it all. He placed his finger to his chin in thought, looking slightly to the left.
"That could work
.we could lead them right into a trap and have them surrounded and out numbered! (Name)! That's brilliant!" he said, giving you a proud look. You smiled, happy to be able to be useful for the day. You were proud of your plan too. And a certain Cuban pirate captain was proud of his dastardly plan as well