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**I humbly apologize for not updating this. I lost everything I had(like notes, brainstorming ideas, etc.) when creating this, including this chapter, so I had to do my best to "re-write" it without throwing a tantrum. I am really pleased at how many of you are enjoying this and thank you for sticking with me. I hope you continue to enjoy it as I work hard to get your imagination going wild. :)

*Pairing/Shipping: Pirate EnglandxReader

Lavender, the sweet smell of lavender. The sweet scent started to enter into your dreams and you dreamed you were in a field of flowers that were endless as the sky with beautiful clouds drifting weightlessly. Suddenly, everything seemed to swirl and blur all around you; and you found yourself slowly waking up, back into reality. You could barely make out the noises that were coming from on deck and you hazily looked up and saw Captain Kirkland gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you up.

"Time to get up, luv." He said with his bright green emeralds shining with a gleam in them.

You grumbled a bit rubbing your eyes and pulling the covers back over her head. He made a pouting face and then just chuckled, knowing you wanted to go back to sleep; but that would have to be halted for the time being.

He started to gently pull the covers from you, but you just didn't want to give in and grumbled a bit more. "Aye luv, I know ye want to sleep more, but we 'ave to get off me ship and find a Inn to stay in. Then ye can 'ave a nice nap all ye want, aye?" He said tugging it a bit more playfully until you threw a pillow at him.

Giving you a sassy grin that you couldn't see under the covers, he walked up to you, "Much luv to ye, too, lass." And dropped the pillow on your head, then walked back to his desk to get a cup of tea for you. You took the pillow off your face and sat up throwing the covers off you; making sure to stretch your back while you were at it.

"Where are we?" You asked while you yawned, trying to cover your mouth.

Arthur walked back to you handing you the cup of tea as a peace offering for having to wake you. "Far enough the enemy shouldn't be a worry. We be in a small village that's practically off the charts and is carved into a mountain made of stone...wit a few plants in case yer 'ungry." He said with a grin.

You gave him a stupid look, wondering what he meant.

He laughed, "We be on a island, luv. Ye must've been 'aving a good dream wit those loving looks yer giving me." He winked.

You held the cup of tea with both hands and just stared at him like he was the stupidest thing alive and then proceeded to reply. "Oh I was, you were my wife and were about to make me a sandwich. But I didn't get that sandwich because you woke me up and then gave me tea instead." You said as sarcastically as possible with a wry face.

Captain Kirkland just looked at you for a long moment before his eye twitched to where his mouth twitched too; thus, leading to a bellow of laughter and holding his stomach in the process. "Aye, so yer hungry. I'll be sure to feed ye till I 'ave to roll you around where'er we go."

You just made a pouting face at him and sipped your tea, mumbling, "I'll be sure to roll you over until you don't like it."

Arthur went and grabbed few bags that had some clothes in it and laid out a few pirate clothing attire for you. You just lifted an eyebrow at him when he sat them near you on a chair.

"Those be fer you, luv. Can't 'ave you walkin' around in a dress. I can't stand competition all the time." He gave you a wink. "Course, can't 'ave you runnin' around in those tattered clothings yer wearing either. I'm gonna step up deck fer a bit. I'll be back down to get ya when yer done changing, kay?"

You nodded and he left you to change yourself. You looked at the old clothes and hoped you could fit in what looked like something that would be snug on your figure. It wouldn't be very pleasant if those britches happened to rip in a very embarrassing spot either. You quickly slipped out of your dress and into those almost tight pair of pants, a large enough buttoned up creamed colored shirt, black dusty boots that actually fit, a maroon sash to go around your waist; and to hide a pistol if needed, and a dusty brown vest. Great, you were halfway to becoming a man, but, what about your noticeably long hair? You wouldn't dare cut it, since all women you knew grew theirs out long and never cut it. Then you noticed a small pirates hat with a feather sticking out of it on his desk. He wouldn't mind, you thought to yourself, so you put it on and right when you were fixing to go up on deck, prince charming comes down to get you.

His eyes are locked on you at how you look. You just give him a stare that says 'what are you lookin at?'.

He grins, "Ready?"

"Yeah. Though I feel like a man."

"Long as you don't turn into one."

You crossed your arms. "And what if do?"

"Then I'm turning into a woman. Err, anyways, let's be off this here old ship and go see the island til it's fixed." He takes your hand and leads you out to the top where you notice a few other ships besides his being worked on. "This be just a shipyard where a crew can come and get their ship fixed if they can't do it on the sea or get home quick enough. There be plenty of them, some are safe though. Just stay near me and you'll be fine."

You both walk through the shipyard and make it to the end where there's a wooden bridge that leads to the top of the yard that will take you to the nearby village. There's trees all around, and the buildings are built to fit the location they're in without destroying any trees or terra forming. There's a tavern, of course, a few shops, and some inns; along with a bazaar that takes up the winding dirt street.

"That looks like a good inn to stay at." He pointed to one that had a tavern attached to it.

"Uh-huh, I bet."

"...what? Booze, food, and something to sleep on. You can't beat that."

"Sure you can."

"With what?" He asked curiously.

"A stick."

He just looked at you funny for a moment before chuckling. "I promise I won't be drinkin' like the crusty buzzard I am aye?"

"It's not you I'm worried about."

"Oh, right. Then you can sit on my lap and we'll be fine."

"...or you can sit on mine." You teased him.

"As much as I'd love that lass, I'm a bit heavier than ye."

"So? Afraid I'll be a bit more manlier than you?"

"I might be more feminine that ye." A smiled stretched his face as you both stood on the outside of the Inn. "Well, let's go see our new home fer a while."

As soon as you both walked in a flying mug was sent your way and you both ducked. Typical tavern, so nothing new and two men sucker punching each other, hence the flying mug. A big barmaid was trying to separate them until she knocked them both out; but not before warning them to stop and take it outside.

She looked up to see you both and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, can I help ye?"

Arthur, putting on his sweet charm as ever. "Why yes, luv, we both need a room to stay in while our ship's being repaired."

"Aye, we 'ave room, just don't get rowdy and obnoxious like some of the others. " She gives him a look from the side of her eye before completely turning to show you both to your room. "What's your name? I swear I've seen ye somewhere before."

He points to himself. "Yeah you corn top." She says flatly.

He shrugs, "Captain Arthur Kirkland."

"I thought that name sounded familiar. I've heard of your tales, you old perverted sea cucumber." She chuckles. "Come, I'll show you to your humble abode."

Arthur leans back and whispers to you. "And here I thought she be 'aving sweet dreams of me instead." And makes a pouting face.

"No dear, that'd be a nightmare." You teased.

He gives you a shocked look that says 'how dare you say such horrid words to me' and you both go to a room that has a single bed; big enough for two, but, still.

"Well, here you two lovers go. Enjoy your stay and don't forget to pay." She walks past Arthur and stops right behind him and finishes, "and lap dances don't count 'ere, luv." Then walks away downstairs leaving you with a grin on your face and his face has practically fallen on the floor.

He turns to you when you're both inside. "The nerve! My lap dances would get us a MUCH better place than this."

"Aren't you all high and mighty and being a priss. You tell me to dress like this so I won't bring attention to us, but yet you'd do that by giving her a lap dance? Who said I was going to share you?"

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh, ye want one too?"

"No, I'm too tired. Maybe when you're done with your temper tantrum and I have the energy to enjoy it." And you take up residence on the bed for a while all snuggled in the covers leaving dear Captain all alone to fiddle with a few things in his bag.

While you're off in dreamland, and he refuses to leave you alone, he takes out his map and figures out the safest route to get all of you out of here and back to his homeland, to safety, without losing anyone along the way. Though it's proving a bit difficult for the time being.

After a few more hours of your snoozing you finally wake up with a tummy rumbling.

Arthur looks up from his work with a pen in his mouth, "Hungry?"

"Yeah. Think it's safe to go down and eat?"

"Should be by now. It's been a bit quiet since we came up. Let's get something to eat then browse the area to stretch our sea legs."

You both went down and, to your surprise, there were only a few people in there; either sleeping on the table from too much rum, eating or both. You both sat next to a window so you could see outside. Unfortunately, clouds were rolling in and thunder could be heard in the far off distance.

The same woman that showed you to your room came to your table. "And what would ye luvs like to eat? Though I know what you'd like to drink." She winks at Arthur.

"Oh why lil ol me would love a pint of it, but me mate here would like something...less filling. One of us needs to have a clear mind." He said ever so sweetly.

You just pursed your lips and gave him a smug look. "You said yours was ever clear?"

"Ah!" He gasped. "Well I never."

The old barmaid just rolled her eyes at the both of you. "I'll be right back wit his drink, that's his dinner and something special fer you sweetpea." She smiled and strolled off.

"So, do you have any information on anything?" You were trying to find the right words, but they eluded you.

Arthur just sat back in his chair, resting a hand on the table and tapping his fingers. "Hmmm, well, I didn't go out while ye were asleep. But, hopefully we can find out some info on them before nightfall. I know with the decline of this pirate era, a lot o pirates are trying to get their hands on whate'er they can find before going into hiding since the navy is getting wiser about us. Even the privateers are at risk it seems. Well, the filthy ones that is."

Just then the barmaid came back with your drinks. "The drink fer the lady is on the house. Mainly because she be a saint fer puttin up wit yew. And, anything special fer food, loves?"

Arthur grinned, but was too focused on the task at hand to keep giving her love harassments. "Aye, the tavern special. No seafood, I think we get a lot of that already on the sea."

She smiled. "Oh well that's too bad. Because that's all we 'ave." She gave him a wink and he smiled his pearls for her and she went off to get you both some delicious food. She came back not too long after that and served you both with fresh steamy seafood. "The best and the fresh. Like you you wonderful sea dog. If ye be needin anything else, don't be afraid ta ask."

You both nodded and smiled and she was gone to do her work.

You picked at your food, wanting to scarf it down, but knew better. "This really is good food. Makes me miss home more..."

"Don't worry, luv. Just keep hoping we'll find yer friends and ye'll be good to go." He was already halfway done with his food. Not really caring who looked at him while he swallowed his food whole, and his pint of rum.

"I just wish I knew where they were. Knowing they were safe and sound would make it even more better right now. But, just thinking about those girls-" Arthur cut you off from speaking further.

"I know how ye feel, but don't go thinking them thoughts there. It'll only make ye feel worse. And right now, we need to get the ship fixed and figure out a way to get back to safety before we're caught by 'em."

"But what if we make it and we're still not safe? What then?"