Hello my readers. I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post a new chapter, school just started! Another reason is because I haven't gotten any reviews so I'm not as motivated! So please PLEASE review my story! It helps me a lot. But on to our beloved England, and his captive Beka! Tell me if you like the pairing of those two because if no one tells me they want that coupling I'm not going to have them fall in love. But on to the story, guess who shows up next! I'll give you a hint, look at the title of this chapter. XD
~Next day in the cabin~
I awoke with a start as Ivette jerked up and began growling at the door. The sound of yelling men and fighting came from outside the room. Ivette stood rigid facing the door with her ears flat against her head and the fur on her neck sticking up. I pulled the covers up around me and looked around assessing my options .
"Cessez." Ivette calmed down and sat staring at the door expectantly
Someone barged into the room and brandished his sword as Ivette once again became tense. I jumped and pulled the sheets tighter around me. "Cap'n says get your arse out of bed and get dressed to met him on deck." He said lowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at me in my loose top.
"O-ok. Was the sword necessary, it scared the shit out of me." I asked hesitantly.
"I saw what you did to those two boys, I ain't stupid. Your girly looks don't fool me missy." With that he left the room leaving me alone to change. Ivette calmed down again and watched me as I grabbed a pair of black pants, leather boots, and a red shirt then threw them on and grabbed my hat with a red feather. I looked in the mirror at the vanity table; my hair was a mess and knotted beyond belief.
I went back to the chest and grabbed my silver brush. I brushed my long hair for a while and let it hang down loosely. I rummaged around the room until I found a pair of ornate scissors and sat back down at the vanity table looking at my reflection. The face I saw there looked quite serious, I knew I would have to adopt a new face to get out of here and back home. My hair looked better after I brushed it, but was still too long, it would only get in my way on this ship.
As I looked at my reflection a planned formed in my head. What was the most important lesson Francis taught me? What did he stress me to use in a situation like this? I smirked at myself, be a girl, flaunt yourself, make them fall head over heels when I walk by.
I cut my golden hair to the bottom of my shoulders and gave it layers and watched as it changed shape. With all that weight gone my hair naturally fell with wisps and curls, giving me a sexy look. I ran back to my chest and selected tight leather pants with a short red skirt, a golden beaded belt, and black heeled boots that came to my knees. I dug deeper into the chest and found a silky light green shirt with beads embroidered into it, I unbuttoned the first three buttons to reveal a little cleavage and looked at myself. The green really brought out my hair color and exaggerated my curves. I pulled out a jewelry box and put on golden earrings with green gems and a plain gold necklace. I checked the mirror again and smiled, perfect.
A loud bang came from the door and a man barged in but froze when he saw me, his mouth agape. "C-cap'n wants, on deck."
I smiled sweetly at him, "Could you clean up the hair for me." He nodded quickly and moved deeper in the room. As I passed by him I trailed my fingers on his arm. "Thanks."
"Venir." I called behind me and the German shepherd leapt after me onto the deck. Men filled the deck carrying out all sorts of jobs. The main body of people was gathered watching the source of noise from when i woke up. It was two very similar men fighting each other and the men around them betting on the winner.
I looked around and flipped my now light hair and waved at a sailor that saw me. I spotted Arthur on the other side of the ship on the railing watching the fight intently. I took a closer look at the two men circling each other in the center of the people.
They were both blonds and looked like they could be brothers, if not twins, one had hair covering his ears with bangs pushed to the side and a random curl coming from the top of his head. His eyes were a blue-violet mix and seemed very calm. He was very timid in his movements but a good fighter.
The other had shorter hair with a cowlick on his right side. His eyes were also blue, but he was very outgoing in his attacks, a daring smile lit up his face. I watched as they fought and eventually one of them won, his sword pointed at the other person.
"Hahaha! I win! The hero always does!" the bolder one said confidently. "Anyone else wanna feel my wrath." He smiled brightly.
Seizing the chance to get everyone's attention I loudly replied "I will." Many of them froze and stared at me. I smirked over at Arthur and happily noticed his mouth was slightly agape and eyes wide. He quickly regained his composure and placed a look of arrogance on his face. I felt many gazes rake up and down my body. "Well? Are you just going to stare at me or actually do something?" many people looked away or whispered to someone next to them.
"Dude, no way. I don't fight girls, it's not right. It's not heroic to beat girls." The man replied to me.
"What's your name, cowlick boy?" I sighed and leaned on one foot, jutting a hip out and tossed my hair.
"His name is Alfred, and he's my half brother. I don't recommend challenging him; he's almost as good as me. And we all know how facing me ended for you." Arthur looked over at Alfred who was smiling and leaned against his sword. "Emphasis on half by the way."
"Dude not cool! You never say that about Matt and we're totally twins!" Alfred piped up.
I smiled slyly and looked at him, "Well Alfred, I can see why you wouldn't want to fight me. You wouldn't want your winning record tarnished by a girl." Many of the men's eyes widened at my taunt.
"I could totally beat you! I'm like one of the best here."
"Then why are you cowering from my challenge. If you're so good then why won't you fight little old me?" an innocent smile graced my lips.
"Because my bro would kill me if I hurt a prize like you." He laughed loudly.
I smiled sweetly. "I'm sure a tough guy like you has enough training to be able to stop swinging his sword. Don't they teach you control here?"
"Okay fine dude. But don't blame me if you get hurt. And you totally can't use your dog. It stays on the sidelines dude." I smiled and quickly pulled my hair back.
"Coucher, Séjour." reluctantly the dog laid on the deck and watched me walk to the center of the deck..
"Pick your poison." He said with a smile.
"I want my double katanas for me and you can pick your own weapon. That way you can't blame your loss on inexperience with a weapon." He picked up his weapon from earlier; a simple one handed cutlass that seemed to be of German make.
Arthur came up and handed me my katanas, he stared at me for a few seconds before rubbing a piece of my hair between his fingers. A smirk appeared on his face and his eyes gazed down my body. A smirk of my own appeared and raised an eyebrow at him in response. He went back to his seat and his green orbs found me again. I could practically feel his eyes appraising my form even with my back to him. I heard several bets being placed as I moved into the circle and faced Alfred.
I unsheathed my weapons and handed them to a man near me. Winking at him I whispered confidently "Now don't you damage those, they were shipped to me from the best smith in Asia." Turning back to the center I held the katanas straight out, one slightly behind the other, my feet naturally sliding into a battle stance.
I switched my gaze from Alfred's face to his torso; I had learned long ago that all movements can be read from the torso. So basically if I kept my eyes on the torso I would be able to tell which side was striking and how. I relaxed my body and took several deep breathes as I focused my attention on the man in front of me.
"This is a free for all match, anything goes. The match will end when someone yields or when one opponent can not move without being killed. I will call the match over in the latter case." Arthur said in a loud voice. "The whole deck is up for grabs, so in other words men, move your bloody ass if see them heading your way! Start the fight whenever you want ladies."
"Not cool dude, I am so not a female." Alfred mumbled under his breath as he started circling me. I turned in a circle, my blades constantly following his movement. A slight twist in his upper body alerted me to his lunge; I quickly jumped to the side and kicked his back as he stumbled away. He turned to face me quickly as I swiped at his head; he ducked and followed with a lunge at my arm.
Just like in his previous fight he was very outgoing and quick in his movements. I brought my right katana up to block and our swords locked against each other. Our eyes met as we both tried to push the other off. Being the stronger one out of us he gained a few steps. I moved my left katana to hit his head with the handle but he grabbed my wrist and I was slowly pushed backwards. I heard men cheering Alfred on losing ground to him we quickly came to a wall. A look of fear crossed my face and I felt his grip loosen as I expected. It wasn't a lot but I used my opening, I jerked my knee up and hit him once in the stomach then kicked his knee so his leg gave out.
I spun behind him and put my sword to his neck. "Give up Al?" I asked smugly. Suddenly his leg came out and caught me square in the jaw. I was stumbling back when I felt something connect with my right hand and pain rippled up my arm. Unable to hold it I dropped my katana and heard it clatter to the ground. As the stars faded from my eyesight I looked to see Alfred kick the katana away and advance towards me. I pointed my remaining katana at him smoothly as my feet slid into an open stance, with my right hand cradled to my chest getting over the shock and pain.
Alfred smiled at me then dropped to the deck and swept my feet from under me. I landed heavily on my side and the force knocked my remaining katana away. Al stood over me and pointed the tip of his sword at my throat. "Sorry babe. The hero always wins."
"You sure about that cowlick boy?" his face scrunched into confusion as he looked into my eyes. "Look below you." My foot was held firmly in place just below his weak point. His face paled slightly and he gulped.
"Dude you wouldn't! That's not right, you can't go for –" his sentence was cut off as I shoved my foot up between his legs. He let out a very un-heroic squeal and fell to the ground. I kicked his sword away and grabbed both of mine while he was curled in a ball on the ground.
I put one the front of his neck and the other on the back of his neck. If he moved anyway he would be killed and there was no way he could get out of this predicament.
Laughter howled from the men and I couldn't help but smile and turn to look at Arthur as he chuckled at his half brother. "I believe we have a winner, and for once it ain't my little brother." His eyes found mine and I gave him a wink. Turning back the the men Arthur spoke over the laughter "But now that the fun is over. Get back to work ya lazy dogs!" he yelled.
I released Alfred and helped him up, watching as he limped below deck. Two brutish men came up to me and grabbed my katanas before leaving. Their eyes never once leaving my hands to make sure I didn't try anything. I looked around the deck for Arthur but he was nowhere to be found.
I jumped as someone came behind me, "You look quite beautiful my dear." The familiar British voice whispered in my ear before he kissed my neck lightly. Slight shivers ran down my body as his lips brushed my skin. I planted a sexy smile on my face and turned to face him. He smirked and casually looked down my body before resting his eyes on mine. "Did you do all this for me? Or to make all my men crazy? Or perhaps a plan to cause a mutiny with you as the head?"
"What do you think?" I asked while tilting my head to expose more of my neck. As expected his eyes lit up and based off what happened last night, I had a pretty good idea of what was going through his mind.
Before I could play my next move the shy pirate I saw fighting Al came up. "Oh um Arthur? Sorry to interrupt. I was told to uh tell you, they spotted Antonio's ship. It's about 5 kilometers due North of us and heading our way."
"Thank you Matthew." Arthur moved away and I cursed silently under my breath, my moment was gone. "Hmmm, Antonio? Isn't he your brother's best friend along with Gilbert?"
"Yes, he is." I said unsteadily.
"Good. READY THE CANNONS! ALL MEN ON DECK PREPARE THE MUSKETS!" My face turned to horror at the thought of my friend coming to harm.
"What are you doing?! No! You can't fight him!" Sensing my despair Ivette ran to my side and began growling at Arthur furiously. "You can't do this!" I ran to the railing and looked out to sea. Sure enough Antonio's favorite ship the Spanish pearl was heading our way.
"Someone get Beka and her mutt to my cabin. And remember to lock the blasted door." Arthur yelled. Soon after two men grabbed my arms and yanked me into the cabin. Ivette snapped at them but was quickly ushered into the room as well. I would never forgive Arthur if he hurt Antonio, I would make his life hell if I had too.