*Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or any of its characters. Just the ideas and what I am writing.

*Author's note: Different chapters may be different content ratings. And, feedback is always welcome. So I know whether to keep going or not.

*Pairing/Shipping: Pirate EnglandxReader

*ABANDON ALL HOPE, ALL YE WHO SAIL WITHIN*

A midsummer's day was gleaming bright while a grand ship came sailing across the sea showing all her glory and might. Basking in the sun's rays and riding on the shimmering sea filled with crystal light. A Jolly Roger flying high on the mast, bearing a white skull with crossbones as it swayed in the wind. On the ship a tall, fit man could be seen steering the helm. He had soft blond hair that swayed in the wind with glowing, green, emerald eyes that had the look of a conqueror. And, a captain's hat that made him even more irresistible to not look at. A yellow captain's coat that blowed gently in the wind, and a grin that could make you melt in a heartbeat. Women swooned for him, men despised and detested him. His ship was the most feared on all the seas.

He was humming a little tune that always made him grin with pride.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me…".

He chuckled and took a deep breath to inhale the freshness and freedom of the sea. He kept his gaze towards the sea and the sky. Oh how he loved them both very much. He had everything: Wealth, freedom, the most indestructible ship to sail the seas, a crew that was very talented when it came to fighting and looting. However, he always had a strange feeling in the back of his mind. That "something" was missing. Still, he always seemed to have a hard time figuring out what it was, so he always pushed it back into his mind as far as he could. He just kept on sailing or doing whatever it was that had his attention. Aside from drinking rum and looting, which was most of the time anyways.

In the distance, land was just on the horizon and his gaze slowly shifted towards it. It had been a long journey for he and his crew, and a nice R&R was in order. Especially, when it came to out-sailing the nautical patrol brigades that sailed the waters; looking for any pirates that they can catch and hang for all to see. The island they were sailing too was a small clustered set of islands. Not too far off from actual landmass that might as well be considered a country. But, a safe haven for pirates, who needed a place to have a good time to relax from the harshness of being on the seas for long extended periods of time. Few residents did not live on the tiny islands. Just those who owned the local pubs and markets mostly took up residence there. While the others who worked there traveled to the small cluster of islands by ferry boats, or their own private transportation.

The sun was still in the air with little to no clouds showing, but had a nice, steady breeze. Oh yes, this would definitely be a good day to enjoy some R&R time. The Captain called to his quarter master to signal the others to get ready to dock at the port and secure the anchor. He would be sure to have his men inspect the ship before leaving port again, just to make sure everything is in working order of course. The boatswain steadied the anchor, and then the gangway was lowered so they could all depart the ship. Of course, before the Captain could even get off the bridge deck, his crew was already jumping ship and running to the nearest pub to douse some rum and spend time with the ladies; as well as gamble of course. He just cracked a smirk at his men. It was all in good spirit. They were the finest crew he had, or the finest there ever was in spirit. He looked around the surrounding area and took in a deep breath before exiting the ship.

While walking on the port, he took in the surroundings of the beautiful islands..and pirately drunkenness.

"Ahhh, nothing like a bunch of buccaneers to start a wisecracked, zany party", he said grinning and chuckling at the same time.

While he was walking down the small island pier, he took his hat off for a bit to dust it off. Examining every part of it with his sharp eyes. He may be a bloody pirate, but he'd be darned if he wasn't going look his best. After placing it back on his soft, golden hair, he continued walking to the nearest pub that always suited his fancy. However, this time would be a different experience.