[SECRET SANTA FIC] UNCHARTED Chapter 7
TITLE: UNCHARTED Chapter 7
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/1117354.html
CHAPTER 7
The man who stood before them wore a brilliant red coat, a white ruffled shirt underneath, black trousers, knee-high boots, an eye patch over his right eye, and a look on his face that rivaled a truly angered bull’s. His thick eyebrows were so closely knit in fury that they almost made a single line, and his only visible emerald eye screamed bloody murder.
He is the captain of the mysterious ironclad ship.
He was the man Alfred had ‘rescued’ back in Hellas’s Tavern.
Alfred’s eyes widened.
“YOU!!!”
“Excusez-moi-”
“I do not speak Frog! Explain to me why there are people who do not understand instructions still breathing in front of me! Or have you all come here to give me the pleasure of wringing your necks personally?”
The only woman among them stepped forward. “Captain-”
“ARTHUR KIRKLAND?!”
“And why do I have strangers on my ship?”
“We’ve brought a healer for you.”
“A healer? Where from?”
“From a passenger ship we’ve just encountered-”
“YOU’RE ARTHUR KIRKLAND?!”
“Did you just tell me that you took command of the ship without my permission, frog?!”
“Oui~ That’s what first mates are for~”
“YOU’RE ARTHUR FUCKING KIRKLAND?!!”
“SOMEBODY GAG THAT LOUD BASTARD BEFORE I CUT OFF HIS TONGUE OR SOMEBODY’S USELESS HANDS!!!”
The order was immediately obeyed. A foul-smelling rag was wrapped around Alfred’s head, covering his mouth. He struggled and twisted and shook his head to dislodge the offending cloth, but it was knotted tight at his nape. Nobody spoke as the navy lieutenant was secured, but Toris’s sobs and the pirate captain’s heavy breathing as he tried to calm down filled their ears.
“Good. Now that we don’t have a bloody siren busting our eardrums…You,” the captain pointed to Mr. Bonnefoy, “…have a lot to explain. Natalya, get me something to drink.”
The woman, who had taken her hood off and who Alfred quickly identified as the same woman from the tavern, bowed her head at the order. She made her way into the room in front of them. The captain moved to the side to give her some space and let her in.
“Tea.” Toris said weakly, still slumped on his knees on the floor.
Natalya paused.
“Pardon?” asked the captain.
“Tea is good if you want to relax.”
“I know.” the captain answered, rolling his eyes. “Now, Alejandro, Mikhail, throw that annoying scumbag into the brig and make sure he stays quiet. The rest, follow me.”
“Ah! Monsieur Capitaine-”
“Do I have to sock you in the mouth-?”
“-he says he is the healer’s escort. So I think he would want to stay to ensure his friend’s safety?” the ship’s first mate looked to Alfred questioningly.
The gagged blond nodded his head vigorously. The two men holding him waited for the final orders.
The pirate captain thought it over for a few minutes.
Then he said, “I don’t see the point of it. Go.”
---
To say that he was miserable was an understatement.
He was hungry and tired, got separated from his half-brother, drenched in the rain, sucker punched by a perverted-looking pirate, and now he was stuck in a cold iron cage inside a pirate ship without food. With his luck, he may have gotten his new friend tortured to death while he rotted away in this place, or worse, he and Toris may be able to live through this but not without the brown-haired man hating him for eternity.
Nobody had told him Toris and Feliks were lovers. Married lovers at that.
Alfred groaned as he banged his head on the wall for the nth time. He decided not to dwell on the fact that he may have had incurred the wrath of the only ally he had at the moment. He tried to think of something else.
Pirates were huge thorns in every country’s side, and as an officer of the famous navy of the country of Columbia, it was his job to make sure these heathens stop doing what they’re doing. If pirates were created to rob and pillage and plunder, navy men were destined to make sure these bandits were hanged.
Alfred had no problem seeing Arthur Kirkland and his crew dead and hanging by their broken necks in a town plaza. But he had problems placing himself in the gory picture. Will he be standing beside fellow officers, perhaps with a new medal pinned to his chest? Or will he already be long dead, decaying somewhere in the deep blue sea, by the time these outlaws were caught?
He sure is in pretty deep shit this time.
His stomach grumbled as if in agreement.
No! Food is so not a cool topic right now.
So many things have happened in such a short amount of time that he found himself dizzy with the realization. Sure, he had always loved adventure, always loved the rush of adrenaline in his veins. But those had been the times when he was sure he was in control, not when his life depended on the whim of the man he was supposed to detain. He will always be labeled as a reckless young man by others, but that was not entirely true. He just had a weird, overpowering sense of justice. He knew he had a stroke of genius in him; combined with his physical strength and determination, he landed himself a place in the navy.
Now, if only he can tap on both that genius and that strength, maybe he can find a way out of that wretched place and have the chance to turn the tables.
His train of thought was cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps.
The door to his prison opened.
“The Cap’n wants to see you.” said Alejandro as he hauled Alfred to his feet.
The blond lieutenant knew he can bring the brown man down if he wanted to, but he didn’t risk it. There was no point if he was in a ship full of pirates. But if he can take the real captain hostage…maybe he had a chance.
---
“IT WAS YOU!!!”
Chaos ensued the minute Alfred’s gag was off.
“YOU???!” the pirate captain shouted back.
“You know each other, Capitaine-?”
“I remember now. He was the meddling fool-”
“Yes, Natalya! How could you have not noticed?!”
“AND YOU!” Alfred screamed at the woman.
“He’s the stupid meddlesome git!”
“You were going to get killed, in case you’ve forgotten! Man, now I regret jumping in to save you!”
“Ooh~ Monsieur Capitaine’s hero? Pleased to meet you, I am Francis Bonnefoy-”
“I was ready to kill HIM, you idiot!”
“Not! You were choking to death! SHIT! AND YOU’RE ARTHUR KIRKLAND!!!”
“YES, I AM ARTHUR KIRKLAND! THAT ONLY PROVES YOUR NAVY IS COMPRISED OF AIRHEADED BUFFOONS IF YOU ALL THOUGHT HE WAS ME!!!”
“Eh? Moi?”
“Posters of you were dispersed all throughout the continent, Mr. Bonnefoy.”
“FUUUUUUUUCK! How will I tell Gil and Matt?!”
“Je ne comprends pas-”
“THIS is what we’re talking about!”
Arthur pulled out a piece of paper from a bureau drawer and slapped it onto his desk. Francis stepped forward. He saw himself smiling back at him, albeit with several holes marring the face on the paper. The name ‘Arthur Kirkland’ was printed right below the picture.
“My beautiful face! Arthur what have you done?!” the first mate picked up the dilapidated poster. “Wait… YOU KNEW BUT YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!”
“The matter was taken care of.” The captain smirked at him cheekily, motioning to the notice. “My throwing skills needed practice.”
Francis glared through one of the paper’s holes. “ROSBIF! You find THIS funny?!”
“If the navy men killed you, thinking you were him, the captain would be free to roam the seas.”
“Natalya! How cruel! You wound big brother’s heart!”
“You are not my big brother. My big brother is dea-”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER! YOU’LL ALL GO DOWN!”
All the room’s occupants stared at Alfred, who glowered back at them.
“You pirates… You’re all GARBAGE! You poke fun at people by stealing their hard-earned fortune! You pride yourselves in stepping on other people’s backs-”
“Oh, and don’t forget. We also kill.”
The navy officer didn’t bat an eye at the gun pressed to his forehead.
“People like you…disgust me.” Alfred finished.
“The feeling is mutual.” Arthur replied coolly. But his countenance changed as he spoke his next words. “Do not ever assume that you know all there is to know about us. You might be surprised at how pirates, as you say it, are not so different from the government you look up to and oh so admire.”
Blue eyes stared back at him defiantly. “You love your control over the weak. You’re only brave when you have a gun pointed to people with hands tied behind their backs.”
The captain visibly reddened with anger.
“Really? Then. Try. Me.” he hissed.
Alfred knew this was his last chance. Arthur Kirkland had taken the bait.
The gun had barely touched the wooden surface of the desk when the lieutenant moved. He sprang into action and slammed a shoulder into the captain’s jaw. Arthur stumbled backwards onto the table behind him. His hand immediately shot up to grab the gun, but the impact had sent the weapon flying to the floor. Alfred made to smash his chest this time, but the pirate rolled away to safety before elbowing the blue-eyed man’s side. Francis made a move to join the fight.
“STAY BACK FROG!”
Alfred saw this as an opportunity and kicked Arthur in the shin. The green-eyed man doubled over in pain but managed to pull his challenger by the shirt. With all the strength he could muster, he shoved Alfred against a nearby door, knocking the lieutenant’s head against the wood.
They fell to the floor when the door was pulled open.
Both men looked up to see a young man with dark hair standing near their heads. A large bat sat perched on his shoulder.
“Einion wanted to see you, Captain. And the healer says your medicine is ready. I’m sorry; I didn’t know you were busy.”
Alfred and Arthur both colored at that. They had only realized the compromising position they were in.
“No it’s not-!”
“Get off!”
“Who are you to order me around, you wanke-”
“Just get off me!”
“Stop moving!”
“Get-”
“THERE! I’M UP, I’M UP!” Arthur shouted and kicked Alfred.
“OW! FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”
“No reason. I just hate you, you bloody git.” Once the pirate captain was back on his feet, the bat flew straight to him and nuzzled his hair. “And how are you, Einion?”
“I HATE YOU TOO, YOU CRAZY OLD MAN!”
“I AM NOT OLD, WANKER!”
“Captain, your medicine?”
“Ah, yes Hong. I’ll be there in a jiffy. Frog! Make sure this git’s not here when I return!”
“Finally, you remembered we’re still here~! What shall I do to him?” Francis asked after pulling the navy officer by the feet so that he will not be in the way of the door.
“Lock him up and keep him gagged!”
“Aye, aye, capitaine.”
The door was slammed shut and Alfred found himself being scrutinized by both Francis and Natalya.
“What do you think, Mademoiselle Natalya? Should we follow the captain’s orders or should we do something else?”
“Do something else.”
“Exactemente! You read my mind! Now, what position-”
“Let’s kill him.”
---
Next Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1130156.html
Author's Notes:
Okay. My English is so screwed up. I grew up with the Harry Potter series. Then you tell me there are two different words for one meaning?! And there are TWO correct spellings for one word?! Oh Alfred, oh Arthur, why do you have to pull people into your mess called UST???
Author is not from the US or the UK.
Ahem.
Alejandro is Cuba.
Hong is Hong Kong.
Mikhail is a random OC.
Hellas, the name of the tavern from chapter 1, is what Greeks call their country.
And I struggled in starting this chapter; I didn't realize it will drag itself to almost 2K words. I guess the characters do that to a story, non?
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/1117354.html
CHAPTER 7
The man who stood before them wore a brilliant red coat, a white ruffled shirt underneath, black trousers, knee-high boots, an eye patch over his right eye, and a look on his face that rivaled a truly angered bull’s. His thick eyebrows were so closely knit in fury that they almost made a single line, and his only visible emerald eye screamed bloody murder.
He is the captain of the mysterious ironclad ship.
He was the man Alfred had ‘rescued’ back in Hellas’s Tavern.
Alfred’s eyes widened.
“YOU!!!”
“Excusez-moi-”
“I do not speak Frog! Explain to me why there are people who do not understand instructions still breathing in front of me! Or have you all come here to give me the pleasure of wringing your necks personally?”
The only woman among them stepped forward. “Captain-”
“ARTHUR KIRKLAND?!”
“And why do I have strangers on my ship?”
“We’ve brought a healer for you.”
“A healer? Where from?”
“From a passenger ship we’ve just encountered-”
“YOU’RE ARTHUR KIRKLAND?!”
“Did you just tell me that you took command of the ship without my permission, frog?!”
“Oui~ That’s what first mates are for~”
“YOU’RE ARTHUR FUCKING KIRKLAND?!!”
“SOMEBODY GAG THAT LOUD BASTARD BEFORE I CUT OFF HIS TONGUE OR SOMEBODY’S USELESS HANDS!!!”
The order was immediately obeyed. A foul-smelling rag was wrapped around Alfred’s head, covering his mouth. He struggled and twisted and shook his head to dislodge the offending cloth, but it was knotted tight at his nape. Nobody spoke as the navy lieutenant was secured, but Toris’s sobs and the pirate captain’s heavy breathing as he tried to calm down filled their ears.
“Good. Now that we don’t have a bloody siren busting our eardrums…You,” the captain pointed to Mr. Bonnefoy, “…have a lot to explain. Natalya, get me something to drink.”
The woman, who had taken her hood off and who Alfred quickly identified as the same woman from the tavern, bowed her head at the order. She made her way into the room in front of them. The captain moved to the side to give her some space and let her in.
“Tea.” Toris said weakly, still slumped on his knees on the floor.
Natalya paused.
“Pardon?” asked the captain.
“Tea is good if you want to relax.”
“I know.” the captain answered, rolling his eyes. “Now, Alejandro, Mikhail, throw that annoying scumbag into the brig and make sure he stays quiet. The rest, follow me.”
“Ah! Monsieur Capitaine-”
“Do I have to sock you in the mouth-?”
“-he says he is the healer’s escort. So I think he would want to stay to ensure his friend’s safety?” the ship’s first mate looked to Alfred questioningly.
The gagged blond nodded his head vigorously. The two men holding him waited for the final orders.
The pirate captain thought it over for a few minutes.
Then he said, “I don’t see the point of it. Go.”
---
To say that he was miserable was an understatement.
He was hungry and tired, got separated from his half-brother, drenched in the rain, sucker punched by a perverted-looking pirate, and now he was stuck in a cold iron cage inside a pirate ship without food. With his luck, he may have gotten his new friend tortured to death while he rotted away in this place, or worse, he and Toris may be able to live through this but not without the brown-haired man hating him for eternity.
Nobody had told him Toris and Feliks were lovers. Married lovers at that.
Alfred groaned as he banged his head on the wall for the nth time. He decided not to dwell on the fact that he may have had incurred the wrath of the only ally he had at the moment. He tried to think of something else.
Pirates were huge thorns in every country’s side, and as an officer of the famous navy of the country of Columbia, it was his job to make sure these heathens stop doing what they’re doing. If pirates were created to rob and pillage and plunder, navy men were destined to make sure these bandits were hanged.
Alfred had no problem seeing Arthur Kirkland and his crew dead and hanging by their broken necks in a town plaza. But he had problems placing himself in the gory picture. Will he be standing beside fellow officers, perhaps with a new medal pinned to his chest? Or will he already be long dead, decaying somewhere in the deep blue sea, by the time these outlaws were caught?
He sure is in pretty deep shit this time.
His stomach grumbled as if in agreement.
No! Food is so not a cool topic right now.
So many things have happened in such a short amount of time that he found himself dizzy with the realization. Sure, he had always loved adventure, always loved the rush of adrenaline in his veins. But those had been the times when he was sure he was in control, not when his life depended on the whim of the man he was supposed to detain. He will always be labeled as a reckless young man by others, but that was not entirely true. He just had a weird, overpowering sense of justice. He knew he had a stroke of genius in him; combined with his physical strength and determination, he landed himself a place in the navy.
Now, if only he can tap on both that genius and that strength, maybe he can find a way out of that wretched place and have the chance to turn the tables.
His train of thought was cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps.
The door to his prison opened.
“The Cap’n wants to see you.” said Alejandro as he hauled Alfred to his feet.
The blond lieutenant knew he can bring the brown man down if he wanted to, but he didn’t risk it. There was no point if he was in a ship full of pirates. But if he can take the real captain hostage…maybe he had a chance.
---
“IT WAS YOU!!!”
Chaos ensued the minute Alfred’s gag was off.
“YOU???!” the pirate captain shouted back.
“You know each other, Capitaine-?”
“I remember now. He was the meddling fool-”
“Yes, Natalya! How could you have not noticed?!”
“AND YOU!” Alfred screamed at the woman.
“He’s the stupid meddlesome git!”
“You were going to get killed, in case you’ve forgotten! Man, now I regret jumping in to save you!”
“Ooh~ Monsieur Capitaine’s hero? Pleased to meet you, I am Francis Bonnefoy-”
“I was ready to kill HIM, you idiot!”
“Not! You were choking to death! SHIT! AND YOU’RE ARTHUR KIRKLAND!!!”
“YES, I AM ARTHUR KIRKLAND! THAT ONLY PROVES YOUR NAVY IS COMPRISED OF AIRHEADED BUFFOONS IF YOU ALL THOUGHT HE WAS ME!!!”
“Eh? Moi?”
“Posters of you were dispersed all throughout the continent, Mr. Bonnefoy.”
“FUUUUUUUUCK! How will I tell Gil and Matt?!”
“Je ne comprends pas-”
“THIS is what we’re talking about!”
Arthur pulled out a piece of paper from a bureau drawer and slapped it onto his desk. Francis stepped forward. He saw himself smiling back at him, albeit with several holes marring the face on the paper. The name ‘Arthur Kirkland’ was printed right below the picture.
“My beautiful face! Arthur what have you done?!” the first mate picked up the dilapidated poster. “Wait… YOU KNEW BUT YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!”
“The matter was taken care of.” The captain smirked at him cheekily, motioning to the notice. “My throwing skills needed practice.”
Francis glared through one of the paper’s holes. “ROSBIF! You find THIS funny?!”
“If the navy men killed you, thinking you were him, the captain would be free to roam the seas.”
“Natalya! How cruel! You wound big brother’s heart!”
“You are not my big brother. My big brother is dea-”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER! YOU’LL ALL GO DOWN!”
All the room’s occupants stared at Alfred, who glowered back at them.
“You pirates… You’re all GARBAGE! You poke fun at people by stealing their hard-earned fortune! You pride yourselves in stepping on other people’s backs-”
“Oh, and don’t forget. We also kill.”
The navy officer didn’t bat an eye at the gun pressed to his forehead.
“People like you…disgust me.” Alfred finished.
“The feeling is mutual.” Arthur replied coolly. But his countenance changed as he spoke his next words. “Do not ever assume that you know all there is to know about us. You might be surprised at how pirates, as you say it, are not so different from the government you look up to and oh so admire.”
Blue eyes stared back at him defiantly. “You love your control over the weak. You’re only brave when you have a gun pointed to people with hands tied behind their backs.”
The captain visibly reddened with anger.
“Really? Then. Try. Me.” he hissed.
Alfred knew this was his last chance. Arthur Kirkland had taken the bait.
The gun had barely touched the wooden surface of the desk when the lieutenant moved. He sprang into action and slammed a shoulder into the captain’s jaw. Arthur stumbled backwards onto the table behind him. His hand immediately shot up to grab the gun, but the impact had sent the weapon flying to the floor. Alfred made to smash his chest this time, but the pirate rolled away to safety before elbowing the blue-eyed man’s side. Francis made a move to join the fight.
“STAY BACK FROG!”
Alfred saw this as an opportunity and kicked Arthur in the shin. The green-eyed man doubled over in pain but managed to pull his challenger by the shirt. With all the strength he could muster, he shoved Alfred against a nearby door, knocking the lieutenant’s head against the wood.
They fell to the floor when the door was pulled open.
Both men looked up to see a young man with dark hair standing near their heads. A large bat sat perched on his shoulder.
“Einion wanted to see you, Captain. And the healer says your medicine is ready. I’m sorry; I didn’t know you were busy.”
Alfred and Arthur both colored at that. They had only realized the compromising position they were in.
“No it’s not-!”
“Get off!”
“Who are you to order me around, you wanke-”
“Just get off me!”
“Stop moving!”
“Get-”
“THERE! I’M UP, I’M UP!” Arthur shouted and kicked Alfred.
“OW! FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”
“No reason. I just hate you, you bloody git.” Once the pirate captain was back on his feet, the bat flew straight to him and nuzzled his hair. “And how are you, Einion?”
“I HATE YOU TOO, YOU CRAZY OLD MAN!”
“I AM NOT OLD, WANKER!”
“Captain, your medicine?”
“Ah, yes Hong. I’ll be there in a jiffy. Frog! Make sure this git’s not here when I return!”
“Finally, you remembered we’re still here~! What shall I do to him?” Francis asked after pulling the navy officer by the feet so that he will not be in the way of the door.
“Lock him up and keep him gagged!”
“Aye, aye, capitaine.”
The door was slammed shut and Alfred found himself being scrutinized by both Francis and Natalya.
“What do you think, Mademoiselle Natalya? Should we follow the captain’s orders or should we do something else?”
“Do something else.”
“Exactemente! You read my mind! Now, what position-”
“Let’s kill him.”
---
Next Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1130156.html
Author's Notes:
Okay. My English is so screwed up. I grew up with the Harry Potter series. Then you tell me there are two different words for one meaning?! And there are TWO correct spellings for one word?! Oh Alfred, oh Arthur, why do you have to pull people into your mess called UST???
Author is not from the US or the UK.
Ahem.
Alejandro is Cuba.
Hong is Hong Kong.
Mikhail is a random OC.
Hellas, the name of the tavern from chapter 1, is what Greeks call their country.
And I struggled in starting this chapter; I didn't realize it will drag itself to almost 2K words. I guess the characters do that to a story, non?