[SECRET SANTA FIC] UNCHARTED CHAPTER 6
TITLE: UNCHARTED Chapter 6
AUTHOR: sillyjasdero
RECIPIENT: wishfull2
GENRE: Adventure, Fantasy, Romance
RATING: T
WARNINGS: language, some violence
SUMMARY: prompt was Marine Alfred and Pirate Arthur, from enemies to lovers
Previous Chapters:
http://sillyjasdero.livejournal.com/2656.html
Previous Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1116873.html
CHAPTER 6
“Well?” the pirate said when nobody answered him.
The group of people before him only looked at him, some angry and defiant, some scared and shivering. No one said a word.
Impatient, the man who held the gun sighed. “Now, see here, I don’t have that much time.”
“Time you’ll gladly spend in robbing citizens blind I suppose!” a male passenger finally yelled.
“Yeah! Rot in hell, sea-wolf!” another seconded.
“Yeah you bast-”
“I DON’T SEE ANY OF YOU HOLDING A DEADLY WEAPON, DO I?! OR DO YOU WANT TO WATCH WHILE I SHOOT THIS MAN’S BRAINS OUT?!”
The blond pirate’s shout rang through the air and silenced the crowd. He had grabbed the sailor by the neck and applied more pressure on the gun against the man’s head.
“I shall ask again. Is there a healer among you?”
“Yes! He’s a healer!”
All heads turned to see who had spoken. It was Alfred, and he was pointing to Toris.
“What are you doing?!” Feliks screeched at him.
The blue-eyed man then pushed his brown-haired friend to the front. Feliks had instinctively grabbed Toris’s arm but Alfred simply pried his hand away.
"TORIS!!!"
“Alfred!” Toris screamed, panicking.
To his surprise, Alfred not only forced him forward, but followed him until they were a few feet away from the pirate and his hostage.
“Excellent!” the bandit pronounced. “Up you go then, monsieur. And you, thank you for your service, you can go back now.”
“I didn’t do it for you.” Alfred hissed. “I’m just making sure you don’t hurt anyone.”
“Oh, how heroic! Sadly, all I need is the healer, so I suppose you have no choice but to return?”
“No! I’m an officer of the Columbian Navy and I will escort Mr. Lorinaitis here until he’s done with what you want him to do!”
Alfred’s heart hammered against his chest. He fervently prayed that the other man won’t notice his nervousness and that his plan would work out.
The pirate merely smiled. “Columbian Navy, you say? Hmm… He won’t be too happy about that, but well, he hasn’t been happy about anything for a long time…”
“What?”
“None of your business! But I think, Mr. Officer, that you are not in any position to bargain.” The bandit then waved his gun mockingly.
“Please! Let him come with me! Let’s just…get this over with.”
The two blonds looked at Toris at the same time.
“Merde. Fine. Just because you’re cute.”
Alfred’s jaw dropped at that while Toris blushed, perplexed.
“The two of you first then, Mr. Officer.”
They went up the stairs and into the harsh weather; Toris and Alfred leading the way and the sailor and the pirate behind them. The cascading rain and substantial mist made it hard for them to see anything past five feet ahead, but Alfred made out the figures of the ship captain and his crew tied to the main mast. A few people, pirates obviously, stood guard beside them.
“Who needs my help?!” Toris shouted against the wind. It was raining so hard that they can barely hear him.
“He’s on the other ship!” the blond pirate answered. He pushed his hostage away, who was caught by one of the other men, and motioned to grab the brown-haired man from Alfred.
Alfred took this as his chance. With a swift kick, he sent the man’s gun flying from his hand and into the sea. The pirate could only mumble a confused “What-?” before Alfred was on him, shoving him down the wet floor.
“TORIS! RUN!” he yelled, blinking away the rain from his eyes as he pinned the blond pirate down. But Toris had already been caught by another bandit, and he struggled weakly against the man’s hold. The other pirates started closing in on Alfred.
“DON’T MOVE OR I’LL BREAK HIS NECK!” the blue-eyed man shouted wildly. He hauled himself up, clamped his forearm around his hostage’s neck, and pulled a little. It produced the desired effect: the other men stopped their advance.
The pirate choked against his hold. “Mer…de…Let go…of…me…you…”
“SHUT UP!” Alfred screamed into his ear. He was panicking inside; he hadn’t thought much about the pirate’s companions earlier when he created his plan.
“Release the captain, his crew, and my friend, leave this ship, and I will not kill your captain!”
There was a variety of reactions to Alfred’s statement; some of the men looked at each other, confused, and some of them chuckled.
“What?! You want your captain dead?! Sure! I’ll gladly-”
His threat was cut short by a knife whizzing past his head and cutting a clean line across his right cheek, right below his eye. He turned around to see the weapon embed itself on one of the masts.
“He is not our captain, but if you do not unhand him this instant, the next knife will pierce your right eye.”
The voice belonged to a woman. Alfred searched for the source of the sound, briefly wondering when the rain had stopped. The threat was issued to him in a small but very intimidating voice, one that could only be heard without the steady thrum of rain.
Sure enough, the rain had cleared and the winds had calmed, but the skies were yet to brighten up.
The speaker turned out to be a figure clad in a blue cloak. She stood behind the men, her hood hiding her face.
“Will you unhand him? Or should I make good on my promise?” she asked.
Alfred’s heart sank as he realized he had no choice but to let go.
Once released, the blond pirate turned around and delivered the lieutenant a punch.
“Mr. Bonnefoy! That is enough!” the woman scolded. “The healer is top priority!”
“Alfred!” Toris shouted when the bandits made to transfer with him to the waiting ship.
“Toris! No!”
Alfred ran and grabbed the nearest pirate by the arm, who happened to be a huge, dark man with braided hair.
“Mon Dieu! Just throw him overboard, Alejandro!”
The pirate named Alejandro complied, clutching Alfred by the collar and tossing him. The blue-eyed man landed on the other ship’s deck with a sickly thud!. The surface was harder than wood.
“’OVERBOARD’, ALEJANDRO! NOT ‘ON BOARD’, IMBÉCILE!!!” the blond pirate screeched, gesturing wildly with his arms.
“Nevermind, Mr. Bonnefoy. He is a navy officer, is he not? I’m sure the captain will be able to force some valuable information out of him.” said the cloaked woman.
Once all of them had moved to the new ship, Alfred’s hands were tied behind his back. Toris’s hands remained free, but just like Alfred, he was flanked by two pirates as they walked towards the inside of the vessel. Their footsteps resounded against the iron walls.
Gilbert had been right about the infamous pirate ship being made out of iron, but he was wrong about the pirate captain’s identity.
Alfred’s stomach churned at the thought. The posters would have been spread throughout all the continents now, and they bore the wrong picture.
They reached an iron door and the man who the woman called Mr. Bonnefoy raised a hand to knock upon it. Before he could, however, a shout echoed behind them.
“SIR! THE PASSENGER SHIP HAS RAISED ANCHOR AND LOOSENED SAILS! SHE IS ESCAPING, SIR!”
Alfred inhaled sharply and stiffened.
Toris's heart stopped. He fell to his knees.
“No…” the brown-haired man moaned.
“You can chase after her, can’t you?!” Alfred yelled.
“Non, non, non. That simply cannot be done. As I’ve told you, we don’t have much time and we actually don’t care-”
“JUST FOLLOW HER! Toris has a-”
“You impose too much, mister.” the woman said.
“HE’S GOT A FRIEND BACK THERE!” Alfred argued.
“As I’ve said, we don’t-”
“HE’S NOT MY FRIEND!!!”
Toris’s shout overwhelmed the rest. He remained on his knees, crying; his shoulders heaved with each sob.
“Feliks…is not my friend.”
“Huh? But I thought-”
The brown-haired man silenced Alfred by raising his left hand. He wore a golden band around his ring finger.
“We’re…married.” Toris choked as tears ran down his cheeks.
The iron door swung open.
“IF I DON’T GET A BLOODY DECENT EXPLANATION AS TO WHY I WAS ROUSED FROM MY SLEEP BY YOU MONKEYS SCREAMING YOUR LUNGS OUT, I SWEAR I AM GOING TO BLOODY TORTURE YOU ALL TO DEATH SO SLOWLY YOU’LL WISH YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN!!!”
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Next Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1120964.html
Author's Notes:
Okay, time to make some things clear~
I have been inspired by Harry Potter, the Chronicles of Narnia, Pirates of the Caribbean, and the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.
So I guess you have a pretty vague idea of what's in store for you in this fic~ XD
AUTHOR: sillyjasdero
RECIPIENT: wishfull2
GENRE: Adventure, Fantasy, Romance
RATING: T
WARNINGS: language, some violence
SUMMARY: prompt was Marine Alfred and Pirate Arthur, from enemies to lovers
Previous Chapters:
http://sillyjasdero.livejournal.com/2656.html
Previous Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1116873.html
CHAPTER 6
“Well?” the pirate said when nobody answered him.
The group of people before him only looked at him, some angry and defiant, some scared and shivering. No one said a word.
Impatient, the man who held the gun sighed. “Now, see here, I don’t have that much time.”
“Time you’ll gladly spend in robbing citizens blind I suppose!” a male passenger finally yelled.
“Yeah! Rot in hell, sea-wolf!” another seconded.
“Yeah you bast-”
“I DON’T SEE ANY OF YOU HOLDING A DEADLY WEAPON, DO I?! OR DO YOU WANT TO WATCH WHILE I SHOOT THIS MAN’S BRAINS OUT?!”
The blond pirate’s shout rang through the air and silenced the crowd. He had grabbed the sailor by the neck and applied more pressure on the gun against the man’s head.
“I shall ask again. Is there a healer among you?”
“Yes! He’s a healer!”
All heads turned to see who had spoken. It was Alfred, and he was pointing to Toris.
“What are you doing?!” Feliks screeched at him.
The blue-eyed man then pushed his brown-haired friend to the front. Feliks had instinctively grabbed Toris’s arm but Alfred simply pried his hand away.
"TORIS!!!"
“Alfred!” Toris screamed, panicking.
To his surprise, Alfred not only forced him forward, but followed him until they were a few feet away from the pirate and his hostage.
“Excellent!” the bandit pronounced. “Up you go then, monsieur. And you, thank you for your service, you can go back now.”
“I didn’t do it for you.” Alfred hissed. “I’m just making sure you don’t hurt anyone.”
“Oh, how heroic! Sadly, all I need is the healer, so I suppose you have no choice but to return?”
“No! I’m an officer of the Columbian Navy and I will escort Mr. Lorinaitis here until he’s done with what you want him to do!”
Alfred’s heart hammered against his chest. He fervently prayed that the other man won’t notice his nervousness and that his plan would work out.
The pirate merely smiled. “Columbian Navy, you say? Hmm… He won’t be too happy about that, but well, he hasn’t been happy about anything for a long time…”
“What?”
“None of your business! But I think, Mr. Officer, that you are not in any position to bargain.” The bandit then waved his gun mockingly.
“Please! Let him come with me! Let’s just…get this over with.”
The two blonds looked at Toris at the same time.
“Merde. Fine. Just because you’re cute.”
Alfred’s jaw dropped at that while Toris blushed, perplexed.
“The two of you first then, Mr. Officer.”
They went up the stairs and into the harsh weather; Toris and Alfred leading the way and the sailor and the pirate behind them. The cascading rain and substantial mist made it hard for them to see anything past five feet ahead, but Alfred made out the figures of the ship captain and his crew tied to the main mast. A few people, pirates obviously, stood guard beside them.
“Who needs my help?!” Toris shouted against the wind. It was raining so hard that they can barely hear him.
“He’s on the other ship!” the blond pirate answered. He pushed his hostage away, who was caught by one of the other men, and motioned to grab the brown-haired man from Alfred.
Alfred took this as his chance. With a swift kick, he sent the man’s gun flying from his hand and into the sea. The pirate could only mumble a confused “What-?” before Alfred was on him, shoving him down the wet floor.
“TORIS! RUN!” he yelled, blinking away the rain from his eyes as he pinned the blond pirate down. But Toris had already been caught by another bandit, and he struggled weakly against the man’s hold. The other pirates started closing in on Alfred.
“DON’T MOVE OR I’LL BREAK HIS NECK!” the blue-eyed man shouted wildly. He hauled himself up, clamped his forearm around his hostage’s neck, and pulled a little. It produced the desired effect: the other men stopped their advance.
The pirate choked against his hold. “Mer…de…Let go…of…me…you…”
“SHUT UP!” Alfred screamed into his ear. He was panicking inside; he hadn’t thought much about the pirate’s companions earlier when he created his plan.
“Release the captain, his crew, and my friend, leave this ship, and I will not kill your captain!”
There was a variety of reactions to Alfred’s statement; some of the men looked at each other, confused, and some of them chuckled.
“What?! You want your captain dead?! Sure! I’ll gladly-”
His threat was cut short by a knife whizzing past his head and cutting a clean line across his right cheek, right below his eye. He turned around to see the weapon embed itself on one of the masts.
“He is not our captain, but if you do not unhand him this instant, the next knife will pierce your right eye.”
The voice belonged to a woman. Alfred searched for the source of the sound, briefly wondering when the rain had stopped. The threat was issued to him in a small but very intimidating voice, one that could only be heard without the steady thrum of rain.
Sure enough, the rain had cleared and the winds had calmed, but the skies were yet to brighten up.
The speaker turned out to be a figure clad in a blue cloak. She stood behind the men, her hood hiding her face.
“Will you unhand him? Or should I make good on my promise?” she asked.
Alfred’s heart sank as he realized he had no choice but to let go.
Once released, the blond pirate turned around and delivered the lieutenant a punch.
“Mr. Bonnefoy! That is enough!” the woman scolded. “The healer is top priority!”
“Alfred!” Toris shouted when the bandits made to transfer with him to the waiting ship.
“Toris! No!”
Alfred ran and grabbed the nearest pirate by the arm, who happened to be a huge, dark man with braided hair.
“Mon Dieu! Just throw him overboard, Alejandro!”
The pirate named Alejandro complied, clutching Alfred by the collar and tossing him. The blue-eyed man landed on the other ship’s deck with a sickly thud!. The surface was harder than wood.
“’OVERBOARD’, ALEJANDRO! NOT ‘ON BOARD’, IMBÉCILE!!!” the blond pirate screeched, gesturing wildly with his arms.
“Nevermind, Mr. Bonnefoy. He is a navy officer, is he not? I’m sure the captain will be able to force some valuable information out of him.” said the cloaked woman.
Once all of them had moved to the new ship, Alfred’s hands were tied behind his back. Toris’s hands remained free, but just like Alfred, he was flanked by two pirates as they walked towards the inside of the vessel. Their footsteps resounded against the iron walls.
Gilbert had been right about the infamous pirate ship being made out of iron, but he was wrong about the pirate captain’s identity.
Alfred’s stomach churned at the thought. The posters would have been spread throughout all the continents now, and they bore the wrong picture.
They reached an iron door and the man who the woman called Mr. Bonnefoy raised a hand to knock upon it. Before he could, however, a shout echoed behind them.
“SIR! THE PASSENGER SHIP HAS RAISED ANCHOR AND LOOSENED SAILS! SHE IS ESCAPING, SIR!”
Alfred inhaled sharply and stiffened.
Toris's heart stopped. He fell to his knees.
“No…” the brown-haired man moaned.
“You can chase after her, can’t you?!” Alfred yelled.
“Non, non, non. That simply cannot be done. As I’ve told you, we don’t have much time and we actually don’t care-”
“JUST FOLLOW HER! Toris has a-”
“You impose too much, mister.” the woman said.
“HE’S GOT A FRIEND BACK THERE!” Alfred argued.
“As I’ve said, we don’t-”
“HE’S NOT MY FRIEND!!!”
Toris’s shout overwhelmed the rest. He remained on his knees, crying; his shoulders heaved with each sob.
“Feliks…is not my friend.”
“Huh? But I thought-”
The brown-haired man silenced Alfred by raising his left hand. He wore a golden band around his ring finger.
“We’re…married.” Toris choked as tears ran down his cheeks.
The iron door swung open.
“IF I DON’T GET A BLOODY DECENT EXPLANATION AS TO WHY I WAS ROUSED FROM MY SLEEP BY YOU MONKEYS SCREAMING YOUR LUNGS OUT, I SWEAR I AM GOING TO BLOODY TORTURE YOU ALL TO DEATH SO SLOWLY YOU’LL WISH YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN!!!”
---
Next Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1120964.html
Author's Notes:
Okay, time to make some things clear~
- Strathclyde - a place in Glasgow, Scotland, UK
- Puola - Finnish name for Poland
- Tyrrhenian Sea - part of the Mediterranean Sea off the western coast of Italy
- Columbia - Latin name for U.S.A
I have been inspired by Harry Potter, the Chronicles of Narnia, Pirates of the Caribbean, and the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.
So I guess you have a pretty vague idea of what's in store for you in this fic~ XD