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Title: Sea foam

Pairing(s): England x Seychelles, minor France x Seychelles, few others suggested…human names used

Genre: Adventure/Romance (maybe some humor, hopefully)

Rating: T

Summary: Arthur Kirkland. No one spoke about him in public. He was too feared a pirate to be even thought about. Only the brave dared to speak the cursed sound that was his name. What happens when a certain bar wench meets him for the first time, completely oblivious to his identity? Fail!Summary. seychellesxengland, minor francexseychelles…human names used.

Sigh.

That's all I could do at the moment. Just express my dislike with a deep sigh. I wiped the glasses behind the bar and frowned. I was the only bar waitress that night. So I would have to deal with the drunken "pirates" all by myself. Those people were really crazy when they were drunk. Always talking about how they pillaged different tropical islands like the one we were on, Seychelles. Some drunkards tried to…get lucky with me once. Of course the lady like thing to do would be to politely tell them no or force them to leave kindly. Instead, I bopped them over the head with a bottle of tequila. Hey, why not?

I didn't bother looking up when the door smashed open. I noticed that the talking started dying down so I just started humming a song in my head. Then it got really freaky. Everybody in the bar completely shut up. I didn't even hear breathing. I was hoping no one would keel over with all of this tension. I then saw a large shadow cascading over me. I looked up and into the piercing, emerald green eyes of the shadow's owner. My expression wasn't too surprised, but just slightly bothered. I re-adjusted my eyes to the dim-light and noticed his garb. He wore a loose, spotless white blouse, a frilly cravat, and a broad-shouldered, crimson jacket. It was definitely too fabulous and over the top, but I tried to hide my amusement.

"A drink, sir?"

I asked. He looked me up and down. I simply stared at him and shrugged, returning to cleaning the glass. I heard a few people gasp. I looked back up. The flashy man was still standing where he was, and was still staring at me. I raised my eye brows at him. When I was about to say something the door burst open once again and I rolled my eyes. Then, I regretted ever working at the bar. The other man who had just entered began shooting at random objects in the room. He was grinning furiously and was staring straight at the man towering over me. He, too, had piercing green eyes, yet his skin was a shade darker and he had tousled brown hair, unlike the neatly brushed blonde in front of me. I heard the blonde curse under his breath and he jumped over the counter, bringing me down with him right before the gun's bullet hit a few glasses behind me.

"Aw, Artie! I was hoping we could play!"

The new man had a Spanish accent. The blonde frowned and grabbed something from his jacket and threw it over the counter. In a few seconds, the whole entire bar was covered with smoke. The bar was already smoky to begin with, but at the moment it was too cloudy to see anything. I closed my eyes and felt myself being dragged and I opened them again to see that I was outside and being directed to an alley way. My eyes widened. I tried to escape but the strangely dressed man had a vice like grip. I managed to scream but he immediately turned around to "shush" me. I panicked slightly and obeyed him. He was taking me deeper into the alley and I felt my eyes water. What was he going to do? He stopped walking and pinned me to the wall, holding both my hands over my head.

"You are coming with me."

He was British. His accent was very noticeable and gentlemanly. I noticed he had very distinguishable eyebrows. I returned to the real world and stared at him puzzled.

"Why? Let me go!"

I said, struggling. Why did he have to have such a tight grip? I decided to give up when he began to speak again.

"There are no women on my ship so I tend to get lonely…and you are the first girl not to go running and screaming to their parents or, even worse, boyfriends." He said with disgust. So, he wanted me as his little "playmate"?

"Like hell I'll go with you!" He seemed to smile at my statement.

"We'll see about that…" He said, nearing his face towards mine. I bit my lip and kneed his crotch. He loosened his grip and winced. At that moment, I sprinted from the man, only to be caught once again. "Feisty, aren't you? Oh, but do not fret, I'll remove that quality in time." And that's the last I heard before I fainted.

Sorry for a short, first chapter! Write in the reviews whether you like it or not :) I wrote this about a year ago and just got myself to upload it. If it is liked, I will write the second chapter. Thanks for reading!