Arthur stood at the top of the plank leading down to the platform below where he scanned over his new crew. Pathetic little things... How could the Queen let such scrawny, lanky men come aboard his ship? He'd rather sail the seas with a herd of elephants... At least they'd have muscle.
The wind ruffled his pleated shirt and pantaloons which were tapered down at the bottom by his knee-high leather boots. He held on to his large feather donned hat to keep it from blowing away in the wind as he stepped aside letting the crew on board with their belongings.

Arthur frowned stopping one particular man with a large grin on his face.
"What the bloody hell are you smiling about?" He growled flipping up his eye patch to glare at the younger man, he couldn't be any older than 20 at most.
The boy shrugged tilting his head. "Just happy to be here, sir."
"It's Captain to you. And when you address me, you shall salute as if you were meeting the Queen, herself. Do I make myself clear?" Arthur spat stepping close enough it sent the boy back a step almost stumbling back down the platform.
"Yes, Sir- Captain!" He winced, saluting awkwardly with a grimace.
"Good." Arthur snapped his eye patch back down with a small smirk on his pale face. "Since you didn't know I'll let you off lightly. You are to swab the deck until it is glistening. You will receive no help. If anyone even tries to help you they will be sent over board and will risk their life with Davey Jones' locker as they swim back to shore. Do I make myself clear?"

Arthur nodded sharply, gulping back fear. "Captain... Where will I sleep, tonight?"
"Oh, I don't believe you'll be sleeping tonight." He chuckled darkly. "You have a whole ship to swab. And it's a very big ship, lad... If you catch my drift. On the other hand," He took Alfred's pack, shoving into another man's arms. "HE will take care of your trunk. "Alfred gulped looking at the menacingly tall man before him as he reluctantly took Alfred's trunk stacking on top of his own with ease and walking down below the deck where Alfred presumed that's where they were to sleep.
"Get goin'. Wouldn't want 'ya to have to work 'til morn', right? We have a lot 'o work for you tomorrow."
Alfred gave a shaky salute, sighing inwardly he gave a curt. "Aye, Captain!" He ran off back down the platform in search of a bucket and scrub brush on the platform.
"What an idiotic landlubber... It's a ship. Of course we have cleanin' supplies." Arthur rolled his eyes going below the deck to the sleeping quarters to give the new orders before they shipped off.

"Weigh the anchor and hoist the main sail!" Arthur shouted to his crew as they set to work to ship off.
He stood before the helm pointing the helmsman in the direction they were setting in mapping out the directions on the map he had brought out and his compass.
Leaving the man, he looked down at the main deck watching the men scurry around like ants trying to do everything correctly to escape punishment.
Although, one man on the other hand, was humming quietly to himself as he rolled up his pant legs kneeling on the floor beginning to scrub whole-heartedly, all while smiling to himself as if this was the best job anyone could have received.
Arthur frowned deeper going down the stairs coming to stand over Alfred. "How can you smile all the time? Look at yourself, you filthy dog! On your knees scrubbing as if there wasn't a care in the world! We are in a war! How can you be so happy?" He paused waiting for a response looking down at the man now sitting on his haunches.
"Aye." Alfred said quietly. "I simply look on the brighter side 'o things. Nothin' to be happy 'bout. I just is."
"You're 'tis no more than a lousy lad, not worth a ship room. I want the whole deck swabbed by dark, no later. Or me-thinks the fish will be chewing on yer bones." He kicked over the bucket Alfred had been getting his water from setting back over to his quarters.
Alfred sighed picking up the bucket once again beginning to scrub roughly at the wooden surface of the deck.

A sharp knock sounded on captain's door. Arthur wiped his mouth of the dinner that hadn't quite made it into his gullet and stood opening the door. He raised an eyebrow at the disheveled man before him the sun setting off in the distance.
"Captain..." Alfred said wearily. "I've finished your commands like ya asked." He wiped the sweat from his brow leaving behind a dirty streak across his forehead.
Arthur pushed past him going to the railing looking down over the edge looking at the spotlessly clean deck and nodded in appreciation. "Very good, lad. You may eat down in the galley with the others."
"Thank you, Captain." Alfred smiled brightly setting off to go below deck.
"Dog!" Arthur called after him and Alfred turned. "Sleep early. You rise with the sun." He said stubbornly, turning back to walk into his quarters.
Alfred smirked humming a light tune descending the stairs.

A/N:
S: Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to look up stuff you don't know about. Pirate language is like speaking in ASL for me. I don't get it! But it's for you guys so i deal plus I really wanted to do this.
A: Suck it up, this is like French class, except I'm required to remember what I'm told and I'm graded on my work and accent. Hoe...
S: You get everything handed to you though. I have to search. So there!
A: SO do we most of the time. My class if full of over achievers, they asked what a freaking rainbow was.
S: This story isn't about you D: lol back to Iggy! He's being an asshole...:D
A: Iggy's gonna be raped by 'someone', that's all I know... And care about... Deleting my rant. SHUN!
S: R&R please and spanks all around!