You waited until Mathieu fell asleep. Which he did, nestled all cozy on your arm. It was sweet looking. Now was your chance to call a certain friend for help. You looked over at Mathieu. Sound asleep. The only thing that would make it even cuter is if he had a spit bubble coming out of his mouth. You slowly reached into your sweatshirt pocket, latching your fingers around your cellular device. Mathieu stirred a bit, causing you to freeze. You couldn't let him see your phone. Having one person aware of it was bad enough. But he didn't wake up, he merely shifted a bit to get comfortable, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling up closer to you. You had to stifle a giggle that you oh so desperately wanted to let out. He mumbled something along the lines of 'Kumajiro'. You weren't sure what that meant. You didn't speak French. When you were positive he wouldn't wake up you pulled your phone out completely. Turning it on quickly you waited for it to load completely. Once it did you scrolled down to your contacts list and selected Alfred's number. You had a plan and Alfred was going to help you out with it. For all you know Arthur and the rest of the crew probably didn't even notice your absence nor did they probably care. At least, that's what you thought. Nonetheless you were getting out of here and taking Mathieu with you. You held the phone to your ear and waited for Alfred to answer. You hoped he wouldn't yell in the phone this time. You heard a click on the other end, signifying that he answered.
"Hello?" you heard him say in a bored voice. You furrowed your brows together.
"Alfred?" you asked, making sure you were talking to the right person.
"Yeah." he said in that same tone of voice. You narrowed you eyes a bit. Something wasn't right.
"What's the matter Al?" you asked. Well it was more of a demand then a question. You heard him sigh on the other line.
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all. Just haven't heard from you since FOREVER. Guess you really don't need me to make sure your unharmed and safe." he said. You heard what sounded like a foot tapping against the floor. Wait
is he pouting?
"Alfred. Look, I'm sorry I didn't call earlier but now isn't the time, okay? I just got kidnapped by a group of pirates that the Captain is currently fighting with-" you began to explain but Alfred cut you off.
"WHAT?! YOU GOT KIDNAPPED??? ARE YOU SERIOUS (NAME)?" He practically shouted over the pone. You quickly held the phone to your chest, hoping to muffle the loudmouth on the other end. You looked over and saw that Mathieu had stirred again. You held your breath for a moment. Nothing. You sighed,
"(Name)? (NAME)??? ARE YOU STILL THERE?!?" Alfred shouted into the phone again. You narrowed your eyes and held the phone to your ear.
"Alfred F. Jones would you keep it down!" you hissed over the phone, shutting him up quickly.
"Is it true???" he whispered over the phone. You sighed and leaned your head back a bit.
"Yes its true. But I have an idea on how to get us out of here." you said, looking down at Mathieu as he slept, looking more at peace then he did when he was awake.
"Us? Who is us?" Alfred asked. You smiled at the boy hugging your body
"A boy named Mathieu. He's the brother of the first mate on our ship. He got kidnapped just like me and I'm springing him from this dump." you said, gently petting the top of his head. You heard Alfred sigh on the other end.
"(Name), you can't be messing with the natural order of things. You can't go changing events at will." he said. You rolled your eyes.
"What am I suppose to do? Leave him here to die? He's just a kid Alfred." you said in defense. You could practically see Alfred pinching the bridge of his nose.
"(Name) please. This is serious. You cant fool around with this kind of stuff." he said. You cocked an eyebrow at his statement. That was a very mature thing for Alfred to say.
"Sounds like someone has been spending too much time with Kiku." you said, removing your hand from Mathieu's head.
"Look I just want you back in one piece. That's all." he said. You knew he meant it. It made you smile.
"Well if you don't assist me now I might not come back in one peace." you said, shutting him up immediately. You knew Alfred wanted you back in one piece. You also wanted yourself to get back in one piece.
tell me what I need to do." he said. You smiled, thinking of your plan and hoping that it would work.
"Okay, here's what I'm going to need.."
Arthur stood in front of his crew, hands behind his back and a stern, frightening look on his face. His hat cast a shadow across his face, making his eyes look menacing. Francis stood behind him, waiting to hear his captain's orders.
"Men we have a crisis on our hands." Arthur began, scanning his crew. He started slowly pacing the deck. Each step sounding prompt yet angry.
"One of our own has been shanghaied from us. Right under our noses." he said, casting a deathly glare to his men. The men shifted uncomfortably where they stood. They didn't know what this was all about, but from the look in their Captain's eyes...it wasn't anything good on their part.
"And what I want to know is this:" he said, stopping in his tracks and turning about-face, facing his men. Placing his right hand on the hilt of his sword, lowering his head a bit.
"Why is it that my ship was left unattended yesterday when you all clearly knew that we are on a dangerous mission that involves stealth and precision!?!" he shouted in a voice that made every single man there flush with fear and their blood run cold. Nearly every single one of them lowered their head in shame. True, they had all been excited to make port, but they knew better then to leave the ship unattended. Arthur glared at them all with malice and contempt.
"Have you no sense at all?!?" he demanded, still using that terrifying voice again. Not a single one of them lifted their heads. For they feared if they made eye contact with the Captain, it would mean their demise.
"I swear on everything that is holy if I find (Name) with so much as a scratch on her I will skin every single one of you!!" he yelled in anger. At the mention of your name every single head shot up.
"Someone's taken the lass?!" Ian asked in shock.
"They stole 'er away??" Hector asked.
"She's gone!?" another asked in shock. Arthur eyed every single one of his men, blinking in slight confusion.
"Yes." was all he said before an uproar arose among the crew. Some shouting.
"Lets get 'er back!" others "We'll keel haul the wretches!" Arthur wanted to crack a smile, but he had to keep that scowl on his face. Rules of a Pirate Captain. Now that Arthur had his crew fired up he decided to put his plan into action.
"I want a search party formed immediately! I want a group of you to scour the east side of town, leave nothing overturned!. I want a group to scour the docks and investigate every floating vessel you find! The rest of you pair up and tear through the town. Find her at any cost. And if you find Cruz
leave him to me. Is that clear!?" Arthur said, a dark tone dripping from his voice. The crew responded with an unison of "Aye, aye Cap'n!" before pairing off and forming groups. Strapping weapons to their body, less things get ugly in their search for the sassy lass. Arthur nodded at his crew and turned toward Francis, who stood up straighter as Arthur made eye contact.
"Francis." Arthur said in a solid tone, giving the Frenchmen the impression that he was about to say something serious.
"Captain?" Francis queried. Arthur motioned him with his finger as he started walking toward the plank of the ship.
"Your coming with me." he said, leaving Francis to follow behind quickly.
"Okay thanks Alfred. This should work." you said as your phone received the last download Alfred sent you. Though it still puzzled you how your phone could receive downloads without a satellite to pick up the signals, let alone make phone calls. But Alfred had mentioned that it was complicated so you didn't think about it much. Rather, you were thankful for it.
"Call me as soon as you can, alright?" Alfred said, his voice seeming strained and worried. You smiled to him through the phone.
"I will. Don't worry about me now." you said, peeking a glace at Mathieu, who was still sleeping soundly.
"Can't make any promises." Alfred quipped. Before adding. "Be safe. I mean it."
You sighed but knew he had a point. You had to be careful, especially with this Cuban pervert leering at you now. You couldn't sass him as heavily as you did with Arthur. Otherwise you'd end up in a bad situation really fast.
I promise." you said before exchanging goodbye's and hanging up. You let out a heavy sigh and looked over to Mathieu again. He was still asleep. You smiled, gently brushing a strand of hair from his face, exposing the bruise on his face. You sighed sadly and gently brushed a finger across it, causing him to flinch slightly in his sleep. You smiled sadly.
'Poor thing.' you thought, looking at the poor adorable boy breathing softy on your chest. You gently lifted his head off your girls and balanced it on the wall. He looked like he was at peace right now.
'Probably the first time since he was kidnapped.' you thought. You felt like he deserved to feel at peace. You could only guess what sort of torture he had to go through being here all by himself with Captain Pervo.
Suddenly the door flung open and in strolled none other then Cruz.
"Speak of the devil." you mouthed to yourself as you watched the Captain waltz back into the room. You would have scowled, had you not been plotting something. Instead you let a devious smile spread across your face as he came into the room fully. A mischievous twinkle in your eye and a mind to make this guy ever regret kidnapping you. This didn't pass his attention. He walked in with, what you assumed to be, some sort of swagger. As much swagger as a half drunk person could. And noticed you smiling. Though he mistook this and though you were smiling because of him. So, like the clueless idiot he was, he smiled back. Showing off his stained teeth
"Chu happy to see me? I knew you'd hwarm up to me sooner or later chica." he said as he began making his way toward you.
'Time to put my plan into action' you thought to yourself. You started chuckling a bit before it turned into full blown laughter. But this wasn't a normal 'you said something funny' laugh. It sounded like a laugh the Joker would pull off. This laugh was filled with pure insanity. Fake of course, but he didn't need to know that. This caused his steps to slow down and eventually stop. His smirk turned into a half frown as he watched you laugh like a crazy person.
"Hwat are chu laughing about?" he demanded. You stopped laughing immediately and put on a sweet innocent face.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" you asked in a sweet, soft tone. He gave you an 'Are you crazy' look, cocking his eyebrow in the process. Which amused you. You were confusing him. Which is what you wanted.
"Hwhy is a raven like a writing desk?" he asked, slowly repeating what you had said, as if that would make it anymore understandable. As soon as he repeated it you gasped and gave him a look of horror, holding a hand to your chest. Widening your eyes.
"How could you say such a thing?!?" you said, looking genuinely shocked and insulted at the same time. This caused his to be further confused.
"But chu just said-!"
"I would say nothing of that sort!" you huffed, folding your arms and looking the other way. You cracked one of your eyes open to get a quick glance at his face.
'Priceless' you thought. To say he looked confused would be an understatement. He stood there with his mouth slightly ajar. Eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Chour mad." he said quietly. Probably the first time you heard him be so quiet. You started laughing again, rocking back and forth slightly, slowly rolling your head back up to look at him.
"So do you like mud kips?" you asked, ceasing your laugh abruptly and giving him a serious look. He blinked rapidly and continued to stare at you.
whatever chu just said?" he asked, starting to slowly inch away from you. You rolled your eyes.
"I can't tell you unless you give me the secret password." you said, still looking seriously at him.
"Secret password? Hwat are chu talking about?!" he asked in a slightly raised voice, looking like he was a little flustered now. You lowered your head but kept your eyes on him.
"If I told you then I'd have to kill you." you said in a dark tone. Smiling ear to ear as you did. You were really having fun messing with him. He then looked all indignant at you.
"Are chu threatening me?!?" he shouted, getting upset. Though you were sure you could see a tiny bit of fear in his eyes too. You rolled your head back and began laughing again, smacking your knee's and drumming your feet on the ground quickly. From his angle you looked like a mad woman. From your angle he looked like he wasn't sure what to do.
He quickly backed away from you and made his way over to his desk, sitting down slowly while keeping an eye on you as you continued to laugh.
'What have I gotten myself into?' he thought to himself, observing your insane behavior.
'If I had known that little English Brat was harboring an insane woman I would have never taken her! Its bad enough having her on my ship to begin with
I just hope nothing bad happens.' he thought again, knocking his knuckled on his wooden desk just to be safe. You stopped laughing abruptly again and turned your head to look at him. He blinked at you and started back.
"Hwat are chu doing?" he asked. You didn't say a word. You just kept looking at him. Blinking slowly. This was starting to unnerve him a little. You could tell by the way he fidgeted slightly in his chair.
"Stop looking at me!" he said in a raised voice. You slowly allowed a creepy grin to spread across your mouth. One you had learned from a certain Russian friend of yours. This gave Cruz no comfort whatsoever. He slammed his hands on his desk and stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back with the back of his legs. Causing the chair to make a horrible scraping sound as it scratched the wood beneath it.
"I SAID STOP IT HWOMAN!" he shouted, jolting Mathieu awake. You slowly looked the other way, breaking eye contact with the poor Cuban soul. You knew you'd be limited as to how far you could push this guy without getting violated or killed
You started to hum the Looney Tunes theme song as you twiddled your thumbs. You wanted to keep yourself in a crazy state of mind and animated cartoons seemed to help you achieve that so far. You heard Cruz huff and sit back down, shuffling through some papers. You heard him muttering in Spanish. You didn't understand most of it but you did catch onto 'Chica Loca'. You smiled even more. Your plan was working! You just had to make sure it stayed that way. You slowly reached into your sweatshirt pocket and grabbed your phone, pulling it out subtly. As you scrolled through the music on your phone you would glance up occasionally to make sure Cruzy pants didn't notice. That would be bad.
You had to wait till it got dark to put your plan into action. And somehow
you had to get into the brig. Now you just had to think of how you were going to get in there
Antonio and Gilbert were working their magic with the ladies. Smooth talking and flattering and other stupid ways of making the ladies swoon at their feet.
"Chu have such pretty eyes senorita." Antonio said, caressing some blonds cheek as she giggled and blushed at his touch. Gilbert used a less flattering approach.
"Vant to go zomewhere private for a bit, liebe?" he said bluntly. Hovering over a brunette with that same cocky smile on his face. She blushed and lowered her head, smiling from embarrassment at the thoughts going through her mind at the moment. Things seemed to be going great for the two playboys, until a certain hot tempered Englishman came bounding toward them.
"Enough of your childish nonsense you two!" he said, pulling both of them back by their coat collars, earning slight choking sounds from both of them. Shocking the ladies in the process.
"My apologies ladies." Arthur said quickly, tipping his head to them.
"Bonjour belle's." Francis said, giving a flirtatious wink to them, causing them both to giggle again.
"Not now Francis!" Arthur said, pushing Antonio and Gilbert forward. Francis sighed and tipped his hat to the two women before following Arthur. Antonio and Gilbert in tow.
"H-hold on a moment Kirkland! Vhat iz ze meaning of zis?!?" Gilbert whined in protest. Thoroughly disappointed that he wouldn't be getting to first, second and quite possible third base with some random chick.
"Si amigo! What is the meaning of this??" Antonio asked, noticing a few of Arthur's men in the distance, looking like they were searching for something. This caught his attention.
"Cruz has kidnapped (Name) and we need to find her." Arthur said sternly. Antonio and Gilbert turned around quickly, causing Arthur to falter a bit. After all, he had been pushing them along.
"Someone has shanghaied the chica?" Antonio asked. Worry clear in his voice and on his face.
"Zomevone shtole our frau?!?" Gilbert shouted. Looking worried and angry at the same time.
"Yes! Now we have to-"
"Vhy didn't you shay sho shooner!" Gilbert shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Si. You should have told us sooner Artur. We would have been out looking for her!" Antonio said. Arthur huffed in annoyance.
"I was far too busy forming search parties! Now if you would be so kind as to assist me I would be most obliged!" Arthur said in a hurry. Gilbert unsheathed his sword, looking ready to do some damage.
"You two start looking anywhere you think Cruz might be. Francis and I will do the same." Arthur said. Antonio and Gilbert nodded before heading off in a random direction. Arthur watched as they left, sighing in sadness.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Arthur muttered to himself. Francis chuckled and placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder, looking in the direction that Antonio and Gilbert ran off to.
"I think you know ze answer to zat question mon ami." he said, looking at Arthur from the corner of his eye and smirking. Arthur, being the tsundere pants that he is huffed and shook Francis' hand off him.
"Come on. We don't have time to waste." he said shortly before walking in the opposite direction Antonio and Gilbert headed off to.
You were so bored. Cruz had left to a while ago to go be a douche to his crew up on deck. While you were stuck twiddling your fingers together. Mathieu was sitting quietly with his hands in his lap, looking down. You took the time to explain to him what you were going to do. Leaving out the part about your phone and all that jazz.
"H-How long do you think this is going to take?" he asked in his usual hushed voice.
"I don't know-" you began to say but were interrupted by the captain coming back into the room. Wait, it wasn't the captain. But he looked very familiar
"Well, well, well. Look what we 'ave 'ere." Said a familiar voice. A man came into the room, closing the door with his foot. He was a very tall, very large man. With dark brown hair and dark brown eyes with stubble all over his face. His nose looked bruised, almost like it was broken
"You!" you shouted, recognizing him as the man that had tried grabbing you in the bar the day before. Great. Just what you DIDN'T need.
"Fancy seeing you again poppet." he said, slowly making his way toward you. You scowled at him.
"What do you want!" you shouted in a cold tone.
"Brought you and that runt some food." he said, lifting the tray in his hands to emphasize the point. You sneered at him. Like you'd take anything from him.
"Fine. Drop it and leave." you said, turning your head the other way and crossing your arms. Still thoroughly insulted by what he called you and tried to do to you the day before. You heard him chuckle as his footsteps came closer to you. Eugh. The proximity he was at right now was too close for comfort. He knelt down and placed the tray between you and Mathieu, who still had his head down. Not even making eye contact with anyone. You waited for him to leave. But he didn't. You snapped your head in his direction and glared at him.
"You can leave now." you snapped in an annoyed tone. He just chuckled at you and leaned forward.
"Nah, I like the view from 'ere." He said. You narrowed your eyes and clenched your jaw.
"Watch it pal." you said through your teeth. He smirked, as if you said something funny.
"I am watching it poppet." he said, eyeing you in an unsavory manor. Then he thought it would be a smart idea to grab your thigh. Why he though this was a good idea, who knows. But you quickly corrected him. With your foot, kicking him square in nads, if he had any. You smirked as he cried out in pain and gasped for air, grabbing himself and falling over in pain. You were satisfied with the results. Mathieu suppressed a chuckle as he lifted his head to witness the display in front of him. Though you caught a smirk playing across his lips,
"Y-You'll p-ay for thaaaaaaat." he groaned, making weird noises in his throat. Was that suppose to help with the pain?
"Well, don't touch me. Ever. Again. And you wont have this problem." you said, smiling cheekily. But he retaliated. He regained his composure and stood up slowly, glaring at you as he did. You glared right back at him. But the sudden shock of his hand colliding with your cheek caught you by surprise. Mathieu gasped in fear. Your cheek began to sting as it got hot from the impact. You held your cheek and looked at him in shock.
'Did he just hit me???' you thought to yourself. He growled and started to walk away. You regain your composure this time and glared at the back of his head, standing up quickly and racing toward him, ready to beat the living daylights out of him. But that pesky chain halted your actions, yanking you back. You let a string of choice words leave your mouth as he left the room.
"-your mom!" you shouted, ending your yelling spree, you panted slightly as you stared at the door. Oh if you weren't chained to the floor you'd kill him!
'A-Are you alright?" Mathieu asked in concern. You snapped your head in his direction, earning a squeak from him at the look on your face. You softened your face and sighed, rubbing your sore cheek.
I'm fine." you said, sighing and plopping back down on the floor., huffing in annoyance.
"H-he shouldn't have done that." he said, gingerly taking your hand in his, closing his other hand over the top of your hand. You smirked a bit.
'Well this wasn't in my plan.' you thought. Still wondering how you were going to get down into the brig. And wondering if anyone was even looking for you