"C-Capitán ? Are you sure?!?" said a slightly wavering Cuban cabin boy. He looked at his terrifying Captain in uncertainty. He wasn't sure what to think at this moment. Cruz just snarled down at the young man in front of him. Pure malice reflecting in his dark topaz eyes.
"Are chu questioning my authority urchin?!?" he bellowed. This caused the young man to shrink back a bit. He knew all too well what the Captain was capable of when provoked. He had seen it first hand.
"N-No sir! Absolutely not! I would never question your word sir!" he said, lowering his head as a sign of respect. Actually he mostly did it to avoid eye contact with this man whom he referred to as 'Capitán '. Cruz scoffed and gave him a shove, encouraging him to leave.
"Then go tell the others and let me get back to work!" he bellowed once more, causing Matthieu to hold himself even tighter then he had been before. He just hated yelling. Yelling was such a nasty thing to do to anyone. It was so harsh and unkind. And he hated it. Tears of anger and fear were welling up in his soft violet eyes. Oh how he wished to be back home at this moment. To be in his own room, in his own house with his parents and brother with him.
At just the thought of his brothers name the tears that had been building up in his eyes came slowly pouring out of his eyes. He hated this. He hated this ship and he hated the person who had taken him.
"And don't let the door hit chu on the way out!" Cruz yelled, throwing an empty rum bottle at his cabin boy, who had managed to dodge it as he quickly left the room, closing the door on his way out. The sound of broken glass made Matthieu jump in the corner he was sitting in. This got an amused chuckle from Cruz.
"Awwww. Did the scary noise make chu scared?" he said in a mocking tone. This irritated Matthieu. Sure he was mild tempered and quiet, but he got annoyed just like anybody else. He just didn't show it as prominently as others.
"Leave me alone." he muttered quietly. Cruz chuckled and came closer to Matthieu.
"What was that nino? I can't hear chour dainty voice?" he said, placing his hand behind his ear.
Matthieu glared at him through tear filled eyes. Cruz saw this and laughed hardily.
"Look at chu! Are chu crying? What are you, a woman?" he said mockingly again. Mathhieu clenched his hands around his legs, fighting the urge to slap this man. Cruz kneeled down so he was eye level with Matthieu. A smug smirk crossed his face, exposing his unsightly teeth.
"Pathetic. Just like chour brother-" Cruz was interrupted by a very unexpected event. In fact it surprised both Cruz and Matthieu. Cruz lifted his hand to his face and wiped off the spit that had found it way on his cheek. Matthieu stared at Cruz with a mix of shock and anger.
'D-Did I just spit on him?!?' Matthieu thought panicky. Yes, in fact he did spit on Cruz. And it was well deserved by all means. But that was probably a poor choice on Matthieu's part. Cruz glared maliciously at Matthieu and backhanded him across his face, causing him to fall to his side on the ground with a loud 'THUD'. Matthieu winced at the stinging pain spreading across his face. He could feel the heat from the blood rushing to his cheek.
'That's going to bruise.' he thought as Cruz grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him within inches of his face. The sight was enough to make Matthieu wet himself, but he refrained. He had to keep whatever dignity he had left.
"Now chu listen and chu listen good you little brat! If chu ever
EVER do something like that again!" he yelled, bringing a knife into Matthieu's plane view of sight. He brought it close to Matthews face, light glinting of the razor sharp blade.
"I'll cut chu up."
Matthieu stared at the knife in fear. He should have known better then to anger someone who was much stronger then him.
"O-Oui sir!" he managed to squeak out. Cruz kept his glare on Matthieu and backhanded him once more before dropping him on the ground and storming out of his cabin. Matthieu laid there on the floor, new tears cascading down his now red and bruised face. Small puddles of tears dripped off his cheek and nose and landed on the cold, hard floor beneath his head. His soft blond hair, which had now become matted and full of knots, stuck to his sodden face. He quietly wept and whimpered on the floor. His hands balled up and pressed against his forehead.
"F-Francis...m'aider..." he whispered to no one in particular. He knew that if his big brother Francis were here, he would never allow that 'man' to come near him or hit him like he did. His brother would protect him. He always did. And now
he was missing that protection so much.
Francis leaned on the railing, eyes narrowed on the sea passing him by. Something wasn't right. And he knew it. He could feel it deep down inside of him. He had a pit in his stomach and he didn't know why, but he had a feeling it had something to do with his little brother
"What's the matter frog? The deep truth of rejection finally setting in?" Arthur said, slapping Francis on the back. Francis didn't respond for a few seconds. This caused Arthur to knit his brows in confusion.
..I was just thinking
.." he said quietly, drifting off at the end of his sentence. Arthur was starting to get a little concerned. Just a little.
"Francis, Are you alright?" he asked, staring at his first mate. This was so unlike him. Usually he would have some remark to say. But not this time. Francis slowly turned his head to look at Arthur. A small fake smile gracing his features.
"Of course mon ami. Per'aps just a little tired is all." he said, giving Arthur a reassuring look. He didn't want Arthur to find out the truth. He couldn't. he just couldn't. He would only keep the information to himself and to you. Arthur looked at his French first mate skeptically but finally nodded.
if you say so. But how about once we make port I take you out for a few drinks? What say you?" he said. Francis chuckled and patted Arthur's cheek.
"You mean I'll be taking you out for drinks." he said cheekily. Arthur slapped his hand away.
"And what is that suppose to mean?!" he said, feeling slightly insulted. Francis just laughed.
"Ohonhonhonhon Come on Arthur! You know you get drunk faster then the rest of us!" he said, taunting his English friend. Arthur's face just got 2 degrees redder from anger.
"I can hold my liquor better then you any day, frog face!" he said in defense. Francis just smirked and began to walk away slowly.
"We shall see zen." he said. Oh no, Arthur would have none of that! He wouldn't let that frog get the last word in! That's his job! He narrowed his eyes and went stomping after Francis. Oh he was going to let him have it! But he ended up bumping into someone.
"Oof! Watch where your going you wank-
" he stopped in mid sentence as he saw you slowly turning around and cross your arms, giving him that look. Oh that look. He lifted a fist to his mouth, clearing his throat.
"My apologies. I didn't see you there." he said quietly. You pouted your lips and cocked an eyebrow. He hated it when you gave him that look. But he had to keep his stern captain face on. Especially in front of his crew.
"Be more careful next time! Now if you'll excuse me I have things to take care of." he said, breaking eye contact with you, glaring at Francis. You laughed softly and shook your head.
"Would you like me to towel snap him for ya?" you said, giving him a wink and a smile. He smirked and chuckled.
"No, that wont be necessary right now." he said, walking toward Francis.
"But perhaps later." he said over his shoulder. You smirked and shook your head, being careful not to shake it too hard. Remember that bruise? Yeah, it still hurt. But not as bad as before, and surprisingly that cream Francis had forced on you had helped to lessen the bruise on your forehead. It was actually nice of him to do that. Even if you had been protesting the whole time. Thankfully you had convinced the others to let you help out again. And it also helped that Arthur told them to let you help too. Even if he himself wasn't sure about it. He still complied. The next few days went by pretty quickly. And soon you woke up to the shout of:
"LAND HO!" You recognized it as Ian's voice. You groggily opened your eyes and stretched your arms and let the red silk sheets slide off your body- wait 'Red silk sheet?' you thought as you looked down at yourself. You were in Arthur's bed
. AGAIN! But how? You clearly remember falling asleep on the couch
'He must have carried me here while I was sleeping! That's what I get for falling asleep before he does
why that sneaky little!' You hopped out of his bed and marched over to where he was sleeping on the couch. He was on his side, scrunched up with one of his arms tucked under his head. You would have thought it was cute had you not been so irritated at the moment. You approached him and knelt down, getting your face really close to his. You just stayed there, staring at him.
'I'm going to scare the crap out of him when he wakes up.' you thought, grinning deviously. You didn't have to wait long. Arthur yawned a big yawn before he rubbed his eyes. When his eyes fluttered open and he caught sight of you he yelped.
"GAH!" he yelped as he scrambled backwards, grabbing his knife from his belt. But unfortunately he lost balance and landed on the floor with a 'Thud'. You chuckled and stood up, twisting your head so you could look at him better while he was on the floor. He groaned and shook his head, knife still gripping in his hand.
"Uuuuuunh. What is wrong with you woman?" he said in a tired voice. You giggled at him, but then you froze a bit when you caught sight of the knife in his hand. You were starting to internally panic a bit. Arthur noticed your attention drawn else where and followed your gaze.
"O-Oh!" he exclaimed, quickly placing his knife back where it belonged. You quietly let out a sigh in relief. Arthur slowly sat up and got to his feet, brushing off any dust that made its way onto his shirt.
"You know, if I hadn't fallen I could have seriously hurt you." he said in a scolding tone, giving you a stern look. You just shrugged your shoulders, trying to not let it bother you. Arthur just sighed exasperatedly and shook his head, making his way over to his desk.
"I mean it (name). Its dangerous to sneak up on a pirate like that in his sleep." he said, grabbing his coat and swinging it around his shoulders.
"You could have gotten hurt." he said, slipping one of his arms into his coat. You were getting tired of his little lecture. You smiled sweetly and crossed your arms, slowly making your way toward him.
"That's nice and all. But perhaps you could tell me how I ended up in your bed?" you asked, giving him that look again. The question made him stop right when he was about to slip his other arm into his coat. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, slight alarm reflecting in his jade eyes.
"Why do you ask?" he said, voice wavering just slightly. You drummed your fingers on his desk, looking up at him.
"Because I recall falling asleep on the couch last night, that's why." you said, narrowing your eyes at him while leaning one arm on the desk. He opened his mouth, about to say something when he was interrupted by a knock on his cabin door.
"Arthur! We are approaching land!" Francis said through the thick wooden door. Arthur's features brightened considerable. He was eager to make port
and to get out of this awkward situation he got himself into.
"Well would you look at that! Were making port today! Better head out and get things running!" he said quickly, slipping his arm fully into his coat before rushing to grab his boots. You closed your eyes and shook your head slightly.
'Men.' you thought. You turned around to see Arthur sitting on his bed, trying to get his boots on as quickly as he could. The faster he did, the less time you would get to inquire further about why he moved you from the couch to his bed.
"Captain? You never answered my question." you said, blinking slowly. You were just waiting to see what lame excuse he had this time. He just continued to get dressed, completely ignoring your question. Wait, he was ignoring you? Hey!
"Captain~!" you called, trying to get his attention. He was still pretending like you weren't there. You huffed as you watched him get up and grab a red bandana, tying it around his head.
"You're ignoring me
aren't you?" you said finally as he waltzed over to his desk again to retrieve his hat. Just as he was about to grab it, you shot your hand out and stole it from him, holding it behind your back. Now he had no choice but to pay attention to you!
"(Name) please. I have things I need to do. Now please give me my hat back." he said, holding his hand out. You looked him right in the eyes. Trying to look as intimidating as you possible could.
"Answer. My. Question." you said. He narrowed his eyes at you. Staring you down.
"(Name). Give me back my hat. Now." he said, sounding a little irritated this time. You shook your head.
"Not until you answer my question." you said. He just sighed, lowering his head a bit.
"You always have to do things the hard way." he said, quickly reaching behind you to retrieve his hat. You quickly maneuvered so he wouldn't. He looked at you, narrowing his eyes some more.
"Give it back." he said is a somewhat threatening tone. You just stuck your tongue out at him and kept his hat behind your back. That did it. He was not going to allow this nonsense to continue any farther. He muttered something before quickly approaching you. You had expected him to reach behind you again, but instead he wrapped his arms around your frame, picking you up off the ground in a strange looking hug. Your arms were restricted from movement.
"Hey! That's no fair!" you said, trying to wiggle free. Kicking your legs in hopes to kick him where the sun don't shine. He just smirked at you.
"Drop the hat." he said. You shook your head.
"Never!" you said, stubbornly hanging on. This really wasn't Arthur's morning. And as if things couldn't get any worse so far, in strolled Francis
"Arthur 'urry-" he stopped what he was saying, getting a good look at the spectacle in front of him. At the sound of his voice you and Arthur's eyes widened a bit. You both slowly turned your head toward the voice that entered the room. Francis smirked.
"Ohonhonhonhonhon, 'aving fun are we?" he said, giving you both that flirtatious wink of his. Both of you gave him an annoyed glare.
"Shut it frog." Arthur said, quickly setting you back down on the ground, snatching his hat back in the process.
"And how many times do I have to tell you to knock first!" he added, placing his black captain's hat on his wrapped head. Francis chuckled softly and turn to leave again.
"Of course. Wouldn't want to walk in on you two in a
compromising situation." he said. Arthur glared daggers at him, pulling his pistol out and pointing it at him.
"I'm warning you frog!" he said threateningly. Francis just laughed and left the room quickly. You hadn't realized that you were blushing, just faintly though. Arthur grumbled some choice words as he marched over to the door.
"Come. Time is ticking away." he said, before opening the door.
"I'll be out in a minute. I still need to get ready." you said. He simply nodded without looking at you and left you by yourself.
'I have a feeling that today will be
..interesting.' you thought to yourself before walking over to your boots.
Less then three minutes later you were out on deck, watching the whole crew rushing around the deck, tending to things one usually would when preparing to dock a ship. It was kind of funny to watch. In amongst all the chaos was the Captain, shouting out orders and pushing men in the directions he wanted them to go to. He was much different when he was commanding the ship. He was much more
fierce, stern and not very kind. But you figured that's how he was suppose to act. It still seemed strange to you though. You liked him better when he was kinder.
"Get a move on we don't have all day you idiots!" he shouted at his crew. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head, letting your hair bounce from side to side as you did. You weren't sure what to do. And you didn't want to approach Captain Crabby pants at the moment, so you just sort of stood off to the side, staying out of everyone else's way. You wondered what this new place would be like. What was the destination called again? You couldn't remember. You suddenly felt a small hand on your shoulder. You turned to see a pair of crystal blue eyes and a sweet smile. It was Peter.
"Good morning Miss~!" he said in his adorable chipper voice. Your face softened and a smile spread across your features.
"Morning Pete." you said, giving him a one armed hug. He laughed a bit as you pulled away.
"Are you as excited as I am to be landing today?" he asked, bouncing a little on his feet. You laughed at his behavior and nodded your head.
"Sure am!" you said. You too were excited, heck, you've practically been treading water for 2 and a half weeks now. It would be nice to get back on some good solid ground. You were even thinking about being cliché and kissing the ground once you landed. You then decided against it. God only knows what you would be kissing. Peter then grabbed your wrist and started dragging you over to the side of the ship. You laughed quietly and shook your head, approaching the side of the ship, with a little help from Peter. You had indeed arrived
"Lass!" Ian said, slinging his arm around your shoulder. You looked over and smiled.
"Hey Ian! How are you? You asked. Ian just chuckled and shook his head.
"Fine lass! Jus' fine!" he said, excitement radiating from his voice.
"Well everybody sure is revved up today." you said, observing the men eagerly working to get closer and closer to land. They were either eager or intimidated by Arthur, who was currently at the helm, still shouting out orders. Ian nodded.
"Aye. That we are. We always get excited when we make port. Gives us a chance to relax and unwind." he said. You smiled at him.
"And have a little female companionship too, ey Ian?" said one of the crew members, jabbing Ian in the side with his elbow.
Total moment killer there.
You slowly turned your head to this person, eyes narrowed and giving him that look you had become famous for now. You then darted your eyes over to where you kept your rags and bucket and then looked at him with a devious grin. He started backing up with his hands in front of him.
"H-Hey I was jus' foolin' Tha's all!" he said, laughing nervously. You made a quick movement in his direction, sending him bolting the other way. You and Ian started laughing hard. Peter looked at you confused.
"What did he mean by that Miss (name)? Does that have anything to do with
that discussion we had?" He asked, slightly grimacing at the memory. You and Ian looked at each other. Ian cleared his throat, removing his arm from round your shoulders.
"Well I bes' be gettin' back to me duties lass. I'll be seein' ye later." he said, leaving you with Peter. You slowly looked over to Peter who was looking at you in thought.
"You're not going to be one of those women
.are you m' Lady?" he asked, sounding a little worried with his eyebrows knit together. It was sweet of him to worry like that. You flashed him a smile.
"No. I'm not that kind of a person Pete." you said, patting his head. He seemed to be relieved at this. He nodded and smiled.
"Good. Because I don't think my brother would be very happy with you if you did." he said. Your eye twitched. You knew what he was implying, but you ignored it. Sleeping around with the Captain was the last thing on your mind. Though you'd admit, he was very good looking. But still. No. You and Peter stood there in silence, looking out to the approaching land in front of you.
.I have a feeling like I'm forgetting something
Oh yeah! Those other pirates are suppose to be here too. What were their names again? Gilbo? No. Glen? No that's not it. Gil
Gilbert? Yeah! That's it! Gilbert and Antonio! I wonder where they are
' you thought. Just as you were thinking this you looked over and saw another ship approaching the same destination you were. A Spanish flag could be seen, fluttering at the top. It was small from your distance but visible.
"Well speak of the devil." you mumbled, stepping away from the railing. You thought you could hear a faint 'Kssessessesse' in the distance.
'Wasn't that how Gilbert laughs? Man that guy is loud! Almost louder then Alfred.' you thought, smiling and thinking of your friend, making a mental note to call Alfred later. You felt a tugging on your arm and turned around.
"Come on miss!" said Peter. You smiled and let Peter lead you to wherever. He led you up to the front of the ship, dodging barrels and crew members in the way. You two stood at the front of the ship, looking out toward the fast approaching land.
"I always like to stand here when we land! It feels like I'm soaring like a bird!" he said excitedly. You giggled and him.
'I wish I could take you on an airplane then. You'd have fun.' you thought, smiling at Peter. Oh how much fun he'd have in your time. But alas that would never happen. He'd never know the joys of Youtube or Mario Kart or silly string.
You and Peter stood there, letting the breeze whip past your face while the sound of the crew behind you kept the whole ship buzzing. Arthur was at the helm, of course, with Francis at his side. Antonio's ship got closer and closer to Arthur's until it was only 50 feet away. Sailing side by side. Almost as if the two were racing to see who would make it to the docks first. Arthur looked over to see Antonio looking over from his helm. Antonio gave Arthur a grin and a nod. Arthur did the same while resuming his concentration on the land mass in front of him. Oh how he longed to be on land again. He missed it. He missed it so much. He didn't see any other ships besides his and Antonio's. That was good. It meant that Cruz had not arrived yet. Just as he had hoped for. A grin spread across Arthur's face.
'My plan is so far going perfectly.' he thought. Thinking of all the ways Cruz would be on his knees, begging for his life. Looking pitiful and pathetic. Arthur let out a dark chuckle at the mere thought of it, earning him a strange look from Francis. Arthur looked over at the bewildered Francis
"What?" Arthur snapped. Francis just shook his head, causing his tied back hair to shake with him. Arthur muttered some choice words under his breath as he resumed what he was doing before. Enjoying the breeze whooshing past him. Quicker then he had thought the ship had finally made it to the docks. You had to grab the side of the railing for a little support. You had been on a moving vessel for 2 and a half weeks that had just come to a halt. Needless to say your legs were yelling at you at the moment.
"Come miss! We've made it!" Peter said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the side of the ship. You followed him. But stopped at the sound of your name being called. You looked around and saw the Captain motioning for you. You left Peter to the buzzing crew and made your way up to the helm. boots thumping against the hard wooden floors as you approached the helm.
"Yeah?" you asked when you arrived. Arthur motioned for you to come closer with his finger. You cocked and eyebrow but did as you were told. He leaned down close and whispered in your ear.
"I know were going to be enjoying ourselves while were here. But keep in mind that we still have a mission to complete So keep your eyes open for anything suspicious." he whispered. You nodded and stood up straight.
"No problamo!" you said, giving him a two fingered salute.
"Oi! Its about time you showed up!" you heard a voice that could only be identified as Gilbert's, yelling from his ship. A slight scowl formed on Arthur's complexion, sending an irritated glare in the direction of, what you assumed to be, Gilbert's direction. You rolled your eyes and looked over your shoulder. Arthur was giving him a look that said: "Shut up you idiot! Were suppose to be undercover!"
Gilbert was standing on his ship with his arms in a 'Come on what are you waiting for' pose. You scoffed and shook your head.
"Come on. We'd better hurry up before princess gets his panties in a twist." you said, smirking a little. Arthur let out a small sigh and started descending down the stairs to the main deck, you followed close behind. Not really sure where else to go you decided to just stick by Arthur. Not like you had much of a choice in the matter. If you didn't follow him he'd just go looking for you and make sure not to let you out of his sight. Men.
The whole crew filed off the ship in an orderly manner. Once your feet hit the solid wood of the docks, a smile spread across your face.
'Finally! Its been too long old friend' you thought, looking around to scan your surroundings. Pretty soon you began to wander a bit. Wanting to get a good look at your new destination and all. It was slightly different from the port you were taken from/ snuck off of. Yet at the same time it was the same. How boring.
You approached a few different booths next to the docks, looking at what the stall owners were selling. There were many old looking barrels near one booth, another was selling fish and another still was selling bread. The sights and smells captivated you. It was like a little mini mall
except more old school looking. You were too distracted with the new surroundings to notice someone approaching you from behind.
aren't you a pretty little thing." said a creepy voice behind you. You slowly turned around to see who this person was. This person could be described in one word. Gollum. This man had a striking resemblance to Gollum. And he sounded a lot like him too. Thankfully he was not dressed like Gollum nor did he go ranting on about his 'precious'. His clothes were dirty and looked to be two sizes too big for him. And his greasy stringy hair seemed to complete the creepy look.
." was all you could get to come out of your mouth. He just smiled at you, exposing his bad and missing teeth. Not a second later did you feel a strong grip on your arm that pulled you back away from this creepy Gollum doppelganger. Who looked disappointed at your leave.
"Stick close to me please." Arthur said, in an almost exasperated voice while pulling you further away. You rolled your eyes at his tone.
"Yes mother." you muttered under your breath as he continued to drag you away from the creeper.
"What was that?" he said, peering over his shoulder at you. You just shook your head.
"Oh nothing. Nothing important." you said. Arthur grunted and turned his attention back to in front of him. You did your best to keep up with him so he wouldn't end up dragging you along, quite literally. You noticed that he seemed a bit stiff. You weren't sure why.
'Must be keeping his guard up.' you thought to yourself. You suddenly bumped into Arthur's back as you both came to an abrupt halt. You got a nice face full of his back before you peeled your face away from him and rubbed your nose. He looked over his shoulder at you and gave you an apologetic look before he drew his attention forward again.
'Why did we stop?' you thought, that was, until you heard familiar voices ahead of you.
"So chu finally made it huh Artur?" said a familiar Spanish accent. You peered from behind Arthur to see Antonio, wearing that same grin across his tanned features. His emerald eyes still gleamed with life and energy. Though they could also be glazed over from too much drinking. You weren't sure.
"Yes. As have you two." Arthur said, ignoring Antonio mispronouncing his name
again. Antonio laughed a bit, as did a familiar obnoxious Prussian.
"Kssessesse. Ve vere betting zat you got losht in ze shtorm." Gilbert said, complete with that cocky grin of his. Arthur smirked at this, chuckling a bit.
"Oh you would like that wouldn't you, Beilschmidt?" Arthur said, eyes gleaming at the men in front of him. Antonio chuckled and patted Arthur's shoulder.
"Come on amigo, you know we wouldn't wish that
not until we kill Cruz anyways." he said, grinning at Arthur. Gilbert's eyes traveled from Arthur's face to his arm, which seemed to be holding onto someone. It was that frau he met before!
"Vell, vell, vell! If it izn't zat frau from before!" Gilbert said, interrupting Antonio and Arthur. Gilbert grabbed your other arm and pulled you out into view. You smiled at Gilbert.
small world isn't it?" you said, trying to get his grip off of you. Gilbird tweeted and flew around his masters head. It looked like a little yellow fluff ball flying around. You suddenly noticed Arthur's grip on your arm seemed to tighten a bit. What was that all about?
"Too small if you ask me." Arthur muttered under is breath as Antonio approached you. The fact that his coat matched the color of his eyes still amazed you. It made his eyes pop out.
"Chica! It is a pleasure to see you again." he said, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. This took you completely by surprise, as did Arthur. Which was evident when he pulled you closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, just like that one time when Antonio kissed your hand. Only this time Arthur's anger was a little more intense.
'Wait, is he
jealous? Nah.' you thought as Antonio laughed at Arthur's expression. He just loved to get Arthur upset. It made him laugh every time. You thought you heard Arthur mutter something about Antonio's mother under his breath. Gilbert laughed too. Gilbird seemed a little bit jealous. You concluded this when he tweeted in an irritated way. Gilbert laughed again.
"I sink somevone vants a kish too." he said, eyeing Gilbird flying around you. You giggled and lifted your finger, letting Gilbird flutter over and perch on said finger. You smiled and gave Gilbird a quick kiss on the beak. Arthur was about to grab that stupid bird before it could bite you. But he stopped when you pulled away without getting pecked at. You thought you noticed a slight pink color where Gilbird's cheeks would be before he flew off. But that's impossible. Birds don't blush. Right?
'Great. Even the bird gets a kiss!' Arthur thought angrily. But stopped himself.
'Why did I think that?" he wondered. Gilbert grinned as Gilbird flew over and hid on top of his masters hat, peeking out at you through Gilbert's black plume. You giggled at Gilbird's cute antics. Gilbert chuckled but then stopped when he noticed the faded but still apparent bruise on your head. He furrowed his brows and reached over, touching it.
how did you get zis?" he asked, looking at you in concern. Gilbird peeked over, looking concerned too. Well, as concerned as a bird can look. You had hoped your hair would have covered it completely. No such luck there.
"Uh-" you started to say, but Arthur cut you off by pulling you completely toward him.
"She hit her head." he said in a stiff voice. Gilbert and Antonio furrowed their brows. Even Gilbird eyes Arthur suspiciously. Gilbert looked from your bruise to Arthur to the way Arthur was grabbing onto your upper arm. He narrowed his eyes at Arthur.
"I never figured you to be a voman beater." Gilbert said in a serious tone, which you figured was unusual for him. Your eyes widened and you looked up at Arthur, who looked extremely insulted.
"Are you assuming that I would even think of doing this to her?!" he said, glaring daggers at Gilbert. Gilbert just glared back, getting closer to Arthur.
"No, I'm not assuming. I'm confirming zat you did zis to her!" he retorted back, Gilbird squawking angrily with his master. Arthur's grip on you tightened all the more. You could tell he was getting upset. It scared you a little. You remembered what he was like when he was angry. It wasn't pretty. You decided to try and calm things down a bit. If you could.
"No its not like that I-" you started to say in a soft voice but Gilbert cut you off this time.
"-Don't try to defend him liebe!" he said, getting closer to Arthur's face. Arthur just squinted his eyes in rage at him, getting closer to Gilberts face too until the two were less that 3 inches away from each other.
"I. Did. Not. Strike. Her." Arthur said. Enunciating each word so the thick headed Prussian would comprehend what he was trying to say.
"I don't know. The way chour holding her like that seemed awfully suspicious amigo." Antonio said, his cheerful smile completely wiped from his face. He too was eyeing Arthur suspiciously. Arthur blinked a few times and looked down at you, noticing that his grip on you did look a but possessive. So he let go of your arm and wrapped his arm gently around your shoulders.
"I'm merely trying to keep her safe, after all this is a dangerous place for a lady to be in." he said, looking back up at Gilbert and Antonio. Gilbert looked back to Antonio. Antonio merely nodded at Gilbert, letting him know to drop the subject. Gilbert huffed and turned back to Arthur, muttering in German, Gilbird putting his two sense in, as he walked over to Antonio.
"Well. I suggest that we go somewhere and discuss our plans for you-know-who." Antonio suggested, easing the tension in the air. Arthur nodded in agreement, as did you. Gilbert just scoffed and looked the other way. Antonio nodded and turned on his heals, leading the way. Gilbert trailed behind him with Gilbird flying overhead, with Arthur following behind, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders. It made your stomach feel a little weird.
'Must be from all the excitement lately.' you told yourself as you let Arthur lead you forward. You felt your bracelet brush up against your thigh as you walked, reminding you of the short time you had left here.
As the four of you made your way through the maze of people and smells you finally arrived at a building which looked very much like a...
'Tavern?' you thought to yourself. Not that it surprised you much. Their pirates, aside from Arthur
sort of. You figured this is where they usually would meet to discuss things. As you stepped inside the building you noticed three things. First, it was loud from all the chatter and laughter. Second, the pace was filled with people, which explained reason number one. And third, you had a funny feeling in your stomach. And no it wasn't the same feeling from before. This one was different. A nervous feeling, like you had a bad impression of this place. And who could blame you? It wasn't even noon yet and this place was filled with people drinking copious amounts of alcohol. You internally groaned.
'Of all places to meet
' you thought, but were interrupted when you were being lead forward. The place was dimly lit inside. Of course it was. It's not like they had fluorescent lights in this place. Candles placed in clumps here and there, dripping yellow wax onto the tabled beneath them, were the only thing lighting up this joint. Except for the sparse windows cracked open. The tabled that everyone sat at looked old, rickety and stained from probably thousands of drinks being spilled on them. And the chairs didn't look much better. It reminded you of the dining furniture back on the ship. Thankfully you didn't get any splinters from them
The place had a definite smell of alcohol, as did the patrons as well. You noticed that nearly all of the men in the tavern, weather they were young old or in between, were drinking
and staring at you as you passed.
'Ugh. Staring. I hate staring!' you thought in irritation. If it weren't for Arthur's protective hold on you they would of probably tried hitting on you. Though you were sure some of them would have been bold (stupid) enough to try it regardless. At this point you were grateful that Arthur was holding onto you very
closely? Hmmm. That's weird. He was probably afraid that you'd run away if he didn't. It didn't come across your mind that Arthur secretly enjoyed being in close company with you. Tee hee hee.
Soon all six of you, Francis had managed to worm his way in with you guys at some point, found an empty table in the back and all gathered around. Arthur pulled out a chair for you, which you hesitantly took. You still weren't use to him being so gentlemanly, especially after you witnessed him going all 'Sopranos' on his crew. But you took the seat regardless. He quickly took a seat next to you before Francis could steal it. Francis pouted and was forced to sit across from you. Arthur smirked at him as Antonio cleared his throat.
"So. We haven't seen any sign of Cruz yet. So we assume that the storm pushed us ahead of him. Giving us some extra time to plan what we will do." he said, eyeing people around the room to make sure no one looked suspicious of eavesdropping. Gilbert took a gulp of his beer
which he had somehow managed to get a hold of when no one was looking.
"I shay ve shtorm his ship und take it by force!" he said
probably a little louder then he should have. Arthur and even Antonio glared at Gilbert. While Francis was too busy making goo goo eyes at you from across the table. Gilbert looked at Arthur and Antonio.
"Vhat!" he asked in defense. Arthur face palmed while Antonio slammed his head on the table.
"Well not only is that plan foolhardy but you just announced it to the entire pub you git!" Arthur growled through his hand, which was slowly sliding down his face, giving him some eye room to glare at the loudmouthed Prussian. Gilbird just perched on the rim of Gilbert's mug, leaning forward and taking a few sips of beer himself.
"He's right amigo. We can be announcing our plans out loud like that." Antonio said, smacking Gilbert upside the head, sending his hat flying onto the table.
"Hey! I vas just giving out ideas!" he said, snatching his hat back and shoving it onto his head, going back to drinking his beer. He had to move Gilbird before he could.
"Nein Gilbird. Zis iz not for you." he said. Gilbird tweeted sadly and looked at Gilbert with those adorable eyes of his. Gilbert caved and started giving Gilbird kisses in his head.
"Aww, I'm shorry." he said quietly, petting Gilbird on his tiny head. You giggled at Gilbert's relationship with his bird. It was adorable, not what you'd expect from his personality. Arthur sighed at the painful display in front of him before speaking again.
"Besides. We already have a plan." he said, snatching the attention of everyone at the table. Even Gilbert stopped to look at Arthur in mid-gulp.
"We do?" Francis Gilbert and Antonio asked in unison. Arthur smirked, leaning back in his chair, nodding.
"Aye. We do men." he said, placing a hand on the back of your neck. All three men, and Gilbird, looked at you in confusion. You looked away, hating being stared at.
"Her?" Antonio asked skeptically. Arthur nodded.
"Her?" Gilbert asked through his mug. Arthur nodded again.
" 'Er?" Francis asked. Arthur narrowed his eyes at Francis.
"What? You hard of hearing?! I just said 'yes' twice to that question!" he said in a raised voice. Antonio and Gilbert looked at one another.
"How is the chica going to help in all of this?" Antonio asked, looking back to Arthur. Arthur grinned and sat up straight.
"Well, she pulled a little stunt on my men not too long ago that scared them back to their youth. You all know how superstitious Cruz is, yes?" Arthur asked. All three men nodded, furrowing their brows. Arthur nodded and began to explain the plan that you and he had concocted a few days ago.
You weren't really paying much attention to them as they talked amongst themselves. You preoccupied yourself in other ways. You stared at your bracelet for a bit. Gilbird flew over and landed on your head, which made you giggle a bit. Then you decided to play with your earrings for a bit. Gilbird had the same thought, pecking at the shiny loops in your ears. Then you decided to listen back into what they were talking about. That's when Gilbert got your attention.
"Hey frau!" he shouted, making you jump out of your thoughts. You quickly drew your attention to him. Gazing into his ruby eyes, which seemed to glint in the dim candle light.
"Hmm? What?" you asked. Gilbert smirked at you and held his mug up with his black gloved hand.
"Get ze awesome me anozer beer?" he asked. You cocked an eyebrow at him.
"You have two legs. Go get it yourself." you said, baffled as to why he couldn't just hail someone over with his loud voice. Gilbert just laughed in that strange way of his.
"Kssessessesse. Becauze it vill tashte better if you get it." he said, giving you a wink. You were about to answer back but Arthur interrupted you.
"Go and get it yourself git." Arthur said, voice sounding already exhausted at this point. Antonio and Francis chuckled quietly while Gilbert sat there, staring at Arthur. Arthur stared back. Neither of them saying a word. It was a stare down. The tension between them was growing greater by the second. You huffed and rolled your eyes. deciding to be the peace maker here. You could practically feel the stubbornness between them.
"It's okay, really. I don't mind." you said, causing the chair to scrape against the floor beneath you as you got up and grabbed Gilbert's mug. Gilbert broke his glare from Arthur to look up at you and smile.
"Danke Frau." he said, but Arthur broke his glare from Gilbert and looked at you in a serious way.
"No love. He can get it himself." he said. You shook your head.
"No really, it's fine Captain. I don't mind. I was wanting to get up anyways." you said with a smile, hoping that it didn't sound like you were disobeying an order in front of others. Gilbird flew off your shoulder and landed back on Gilbert's hat. Arthur sighed heavily as Gilbert smirked at him from across the table. Oh how Arthur wanted to remove that smirk off of his face. With his fist.
"Fine. But be quick." he muttered as he looked away. You nodded and headed to where you assumed would be the bar
place. You managed to worm your way past tables and people drinking and laughing. Though you could still feel eyes on you the whole time. One in particular was following you, unbeknown to you.
You had just spotted a few women who looked like they worked at this place. You smiled and started to make a Beeline for them but you suddenly felt a large strong hand clamp over your shoulder. You stopped and quickly turned around to this stranger. What you saw made your heart stop a bit. There, clamping onto your shoulder was a very tall, very large man. You assumed he was in his thirties. He had dark brown hair, which looked like it hadn't been combed
or washes, in a while. He wore a black vest and black pants with brown boots. Since he wasn't wearing a shirt you could tell that he was well built and much stronger then you. He had dark brown eyes and stubble all over his chin. All in all he looked like a mess. And now he was grabbing you. Meh, not a good situation.
"'Ello lovely. 'Ow much fo' a good time?" he asked, swaying a bit. You grimaced a bit. He thought you were a hooker or something? What a douche bag!
The man towered over you, swaying a bit and getting all up in your personal space.
"No thanks." you said quickly, trying to back away from this brazen drunk. He just smirked and leaned closer to you.
"C'moooon. I always pay me whores well." he said, eyeing you in a drunken lust. You scowled at him and slapped him across the face.
"I'm not a whore!" you shouted, getting the attention of a few people. You slapped him hard enough to have the noise echo throughout the tavern. You knew that was going to leave a mark. And you were glad! The man in front of you looked back at you and glared, grabbing your arm, causing you to drop Gilbert's mug and spilling his drink on you in the process. It made you feel sticky.
"I said come wi' me!" he yelled, the stench of too much alcohol evident on his whole person. You had just gotten into a bad situation and you weren't sure how to get out of it
Oh wait! Yes you did! Thank you women's defense class! You glared at him and used your free hand to send your palm shooting hard into his nose, probably breaking it in the process. He yelled, dropping his empty mug on the floor next to Gilbert's and letting your arm go to grab his now busted up nose. Well at least you were out of his grasp. But he soon recovered slightly. He looked at you with pure malice in his eyes.
"You'll pay fer tha' you whore!" he said, raising his hand back to strike you, but he never got a chance to even come close to hitting you, because someone stepped in front of you, raising their sword to the other man's throat.
"You don't speak to her that way. Ever!" Arthur said darkly, coming to your rescue. Antonio, Gilbert an Francis standing close behind, placing their hands on your shoulders. The man stopped his hand in mid air and eyed Arthur's sword.
"I suggest you take your pathetic self somewhere else before I run you through!" he shouted, giving the man in front of him an icy glare. The man glared back but backed up, holding his broken nose. Arthur glared at the man as he did and turned toward you, his expression softening. Quickly putting his sword away as he knew how scared you got around them.
"Are you alright love?" he asked in a sweet gentle voice. Sweet concern reflecting in his jade eyes. You just stared at him with glazed eyes and nodded slowly. The hands on your shoulders are removed and replaced by Arthur placing his kind hand on your shoulder and smiled.
"Come on. Lets go back to the table." he said, starting to lead you back to the table. You smiled but stopped when you saw the man from before coming at Arthur from behind.
"Captain look out!" you shouted. Arthur quickly looked behind him to have a fist connect with his jaw hard. Arthur's face snapped the other way and he fell backwards onto Francis, who fell on a table, knocking some chairs over in the process.
"My hair!" Francis yelled. You screamed at the sudden action that happened. Yes, you honest to God screamed. Pretty classic move on your part. You then regained yourself and quickly grabbed one of the chairs that Arthur had knocked over and smashed it against the drunken pervert from before. It broke across his body, sending him falling onto his butt, which would be thoroughly kicked soon by Arthur. Arthur got off of Francis and stood up, quickly regaining his balance, fists clenched and ready to shove his foot thoroughly up the other mans backside. Out of no where many of Arthur's crew members arrived on the scene, grabbing the man and forcing him onto his feet. Two men held his arms while three more were facing him, Ian being one of those men, beating the living crap out of him.
"That's our Cap'n yer fightin'!" Ian shouted, sending a fist to the man's face. Arthur watched the spectacle for a minute before halting the beating the man was getting, causing Ian's fist to stop inches away from the man's face, which was now nice shades of blue, purple and red. The men stepped aside as Arthur approached the beaten man. Arthur narrowed his eyes and sent a punch to his face, causing his eyes to roll backwards, knocking him out for the count. The two men holding his arm dropped him and let him fall to the ground with a loud 'THUD'. Everyone in the tavern cheered for him. Especially Antonio, Gilbert an Francis. Gilbird flew over and left a little present on the man's face, earning a chuckle from Arthur.
'Maybe this bird isn't so bad after all.' he thought to himself. Arthur spit on the man before turning back to go back to the table while his men tossed the other man outside. You grabbed Arthur's arm gently as he passed, causing him to shoot his head in your direction quickly, it startled you a bit but his expression chanced to a gentler one when he realized it was just you and not some other poor sap looking for another scrap.
"Are you okay?" you asked in concern, gently touching the bruise on his jaw, which was already pretty dark. Arthur winced very slightly when you did, nodding and grabbing your hand gently, holding it.
"Are you?" he asked, noticing that the git from before had spilled his drink on you, soaking your clothes. You nodded, keeping your gaze on the nasty bruise on his jaw. Then some blood trickled from his mouth. You gasped a bit, eyes going wide.
"What is it love?" he asked in concern. You gently wiped the blood from his mouth with your thumb and looked at him sadly.
"Your hurt." you said. He looked at the blood on your thumb and chuckled.
"What, this? This is nothing. I've had worse." he said with a chuckle, trying to brush it off. Truth was, that man hit like an ox. You sighed and shook your head, wiping the blood off of your thumb and grabbing his hand.
"Come on. I'll fix you up." you said, pulling him along. Arthur looked back to the rest of the group.
"I'll be back in a bit!" he called out to them. They nodded and went back to their previous table. You lead him toward the ship. Arthur didn't protest at all. In fact, he was kind of curious as to why you were so concerned all of a sudden. He kept pondering this as you were cleaning up his wound back on the ship. You gently dabbed his lip, which had been split by the punch. Arthur didn't flinch
much. He wanted to act tough.
"You know you don't have to do this." he said as he watched you clean him up. You furrowed your brows, concentrating on what you were doing.
"Yes I do. Otherwise you'll get an infection." you stated, dipping your cloth into the bowl of water. Arthur chuckled softly.
"It's nice to have someone dote over me like this." he said, looking at you with kind eyes. You smiled slightly and turned back to him, inspecting your handy work.
"Well someone's got to." you said, smiling at him. He smiled and stood up, looking at the damage in the long mirror in his personal washroom.
"Well he really got me didn't he?" he said, moving his face closer to the mirror to get a better look at it. You chuckled and stood up.
"He sure did." you said, taking the bowl of water and walking back on deck, dumping the contents overboard. When you got back you found a, what you assumed to be, towel folded neatly on Arthur's bed as well as your old clothes folded too.
'Huh?' you thought. Arthur came out of the small washroom and smiled at you.
"I know you don't want to have ale all over you all day, so I prepared a bath for you." he said, smiling as best as he could with a split lip. You were shocked at first but smiled at him.
"Thanks. I really appreciate that." you said. He walked toward you.
"I myself think I'll go back to the pub and have a few drinks with the boys. Maybe it will numb the pain." he said, holding his jaw. You chuckled and held your jaw.
"Just don't get into anymore scraps, okay?" you said, walking past him to gather your things. You heard him chuckle.
"Don't worry. I don't plan to." he said, opening the cabin door and stopped for a moment.
"(Name)?" he asked quietly, looking down at the floor. You looked over your shoulder at him.
"Yeah?" you asked, wondering what it was this time. He slowly looked up at you.
"Thank you." he said, giving you a small smile before leaving you alone in the room. You tilted your head to the side.
'Thank you? Thank you for what? For fixing your lip?' you wondered to yourself. Yes he was thanking you for that. And for something else. But then a question popped into your head.
how did he prepare a bath for me so quickly?' You shrugged it off and decided to get the nasty alcohol smell off of you.
Oh you felt great after that bath! Squeaky clean and fresh! Even if the water had been cold. Man you missed this. The first thing you were going to do when you got back was soak in a hot bath until either the water got cold or you got all pruney
'Home.' you thought as you used the equivalent of a towel to dry yourself off with.
I'll be home soon. In about a week and a half now.' That thought made you a little sad. You hated to admit it but you were starting to really like being here. You had gotten use to a lot of things by now and you had grown fond of the crew. Thinking about leaving it all made you sad. You sat down on the foot stool and sight, clutching the towel to your bare chest.
'Now I know why Alfred said not to get too attached to people while time traveling
its too hard to let go once you have to leave.' You looked at yourself in the body mirror.
"I hope I can let go of it all." you said to yourself, standing up and letting your towel fall to the floor. You really weren't in the mood for being sad at the moment.
Arthur came stumbling toward the ship. He was totally plastered. Francis was right. He does get wasted quicker then anyone else. He was having a slightly hard time keeping his footing.
"Drink up me hearties yo ho~!" he sang to no one in particular. It would have been funny to witness. Hilarious even. He came bounding up the plank and onto the deck.
"Oh! I knnnow! (name) woul' love to *hic* help me bea' tha' frog!" he said laughing.
"Frog" he giggled "Ribbit!" \
He was so out of it.
whereis sheeee?" he said to himself, spinning around to find you.
"Yoohoo~! Where are you poppet?" He called. He stopped spinning and faced his cabin door. He looked at it for a moment, biting his lip in thought before his eyes widened.
"Oh tha's riiiight! She's in my Cabin! *hic*" he said in a slurred voice while making his was toward his cabin door.
"She'll hav' fun makin' tha' frog croak!
Ribbit!" he said, acting like a complete idiot.
You had managed to finish snapping your bra back on. Now you were on the hunt for your clothes. You didn't have to look far because you had remembered that you had tossed them on the floor near the tub.
'There you are!" you said. Yes, you were speaking to inanimate objects. Does that make you crazy? Oh well. You walked over to your clothes and bent down to retrieve your pants. Then you heard the door open.
"Poppet! I've got a great idea-" you heard a familiar voice say. You stood upright and turned to see. Yep. It was Arthur all right. And he looked like he had been drinking a little too much. He was now standing there, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide and his whole face looked extremely flushed. You just stood there, so shocked you didn't move. There was Arthur, standing there, staring at you in your underwear! Oh boy. You hoped he was still gentlemanly enough when he was drunk to not do anything less then civil to you in your current state. He stood there for a minute, taking in the scene in front of him. He seemed to get out of his drunken stupor, because he quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him. You stood there, still holding your pants and staring in the direction of the door.
interesting?" you said to yourself.
Arthur had his back pressed so hard against the wall one might think he was stuck. He was just standing there, still heavily embarrassed from what had just happened. And from what he had just saw. You. Nearly half naked. In his cabin. Not exactly what he was expecting.
'I can't believe that just happened.' he thought, still dazed a bit. A small smirk crossed his face.
'My, my. Women's undergarments in the future are quite revealing.' he thought, grinning like an idiot. by then quickly, and literally, slapped himself.
"What am I saying?! That's no way for a gentleman to think!" he scolded himself. He decided that he couldn't go back in there. It would be too awkward. So he decided to go back to the tavern, leaving you by yourself.
"Wait a minute." you said out loud, thinking about what had just happened.
"If he had come in a few seconds earlier, then he would have seen my
" your eyes widened at the mere though of that.
'That would have been bad.' you concluded in your mind.
You had finally gotten dressed, reaching for your hoodie to put on. You decided that you wanted to take a walk around and try to forget what had just happened. Oh how embarrassing that was! You weren't sure how this was going to affect you and Arthur being around each other. It would be awkward for you and unbearable for him probably. You knew what women's underwear looked like in the 17th century. Can you say ridiculous? Compared to yours, yours would be considered much more 'revealing.' that was probably a total shock to him.
You closed the Cabin door on your way out and took in a deep breath. It was probably closer to three or four in the afternoon. You decided to go find Ian or Peter. Unfortunately a hard whack to your head stopped you from going anywhere. You hit the ground hard, the cold deck pressing against your body. Just before you lost conciseness you heard a gruff, deep voice.
"Eres mía ahora, niña." Then blackness consumed you