The captain smirked. "I stole this map from Arthur when he wasn't looking. He has treasure buried on an Island near the new land, and I'm going to find it." "That must have been very difficult stealing the map." The captain shook his head. "I'm a pirate stealing is what I do best."

"How did you become a pirate captain, if you don't mind me asking?" The captain looked up from his map work, surprised by the sudden question about his past. "My Father was a jackass. He would abuse me and use me for whatever he wanted. My mother left for another man so I never knew her. One day when I was twelve I just up and left. Not too far after I left I was kidnapped by pirates. I was adopted by the captain as his cabin boy. Then when the captain died in battle I took his place. For that was what his last wish to be." Alfred was surprised how similar their childhoods were. "Did you get kidnapped in the same way I did?" He shook he head, his eyes distant, far off into memories of the past. "No not really. I ran right into the captain himself. And as a punishment he took me to be his cabin boy but I guess I just grew on him and became like a son he never had."

"What was the captain's name?" The captain smiled. "He was the most feared pirate to ever live; his name was Blackbeard." Alfred thought for a second. "I have heard of him, people have told many stories about that man. The stories say he could move his ship with the swing of his sword!" Alfred said wide eyed. "Is it true?" Alfred felt like a child. He could barely hold in his excitement, but he knew moving too much would hurt. The captain smiled. "Ay he could." "REALLY!? The stories are true!" He flinched at the pain that shot through him. His hand went to his wound, he could feel it throbbing. "Be careful now." The captain warned. Alfred nodded. The captain continued talking about Blackbeard. "Most of the stories are true, but some are just more exaggerated then others. The crew didn't like me much when I started, and the first mate came to be my worst enemy."

"Why is that the crew never likes the new comers?" Alfred asked comparing Francis's story with his own experience. "And why did the first mate become your worst enemy?" Alfred questioned. "Crews never like new member you have earn their loyalty. Which I believe you have done, with the way you fought." Alfred's face lit up at the compliment. Francis went on to answer the rest of Alfred's question.
"Well you see Kirkland was the first mate and it was his right to take the captains place when the man died, but instead of him becoming captain, I did by the last wish of the captain. He resented that I had become captain and so he started his own. A third of the crew left with him."

"How old were you when you became captain?" Alfred added, "I am sorry for prying into your personal business." The captain looked at the boy before him, "No it is okay, you shared your past with me, so I will do the same." The captain smiled at the boy. "I was about nineteen years old; no It was the day before I turned nineteen." Alfred looked up at the man, "You were my age when you became captain? So young." The captain shook his head. "Kirkland was younger than me and he was the first mate." "You must have been really impressive for the captain to appoint you captain over his first mate!" Francis smiled. "Ay. I was shocked, but I was older and at the time a better fighter than Kirkland. There was that, and the captain saw the darkness growing inside Kirkland as he matured."

Then Alfred realized something. "Wait, this was Blackbeard's ship! This was his quarters!" His eyes lit up. The captain loved those eyes; he loved how much emotion they showed. "Oui it was." Then all at once Alfred's eyes dimmed down. "Um, I am sorry. I am pretty sure your blankets are ruined." He frowned. "They are covered in blood..." Francis looked down at the sheets, indeed they were covered in blood. Most likely they were ruined. "I have cleans one in the cabinet." Alfred shook his head. "I am pretty sure the blood won't come out, and they look like they were worth a lot of gold." Francis looked the boy in the eyes. "I don't care." That was the end of it.

Alfred nodded; Francis went back to studying his map. "How long will it be until we reach our destination?" Alfred nodded his head towards the map in the captain's hands. "It's island off the cost of the new land. It will take about 6 months to get there." The captain said nonchalantly. "Six months? Will we really be able to survive that long on the ocean?" Alfred asked concerned. "We will make a few stops along the way."

Time dragged on slowly. The crew had many run-ins with the authorities, but somehow they made it out alright. Alfred had proven himself as a worthy crew member. He had helped save many lives. He was quick to learn, and the work he did was first rate. He became friends with the crew, mainly Ian. The captain gave Alfred lessons on gunmanship. It turned out Alfred was a natural with the gun. Within days he could hit the target with no hesitation, moving or still. The captain practiced the sword with Alfred. The crew would watch in wonder at the two. Alfred made the crew laugh; they really enjoyed him being there. His lightness was contagious. Alfred was really beginning to love this ship.

Hey this is Rina. :D The posts will be a little slow. Sorry about that. But on the other hand, if we get some more reviews and or favorites and follows there is a chance (A good chance at that.) that we will update faster. Its motivation, :D

And yes blackbeard was the old captain. It was the first name we could think of so we just went with it. :D

We do not own Hetalia or Blackbeard. Oh but we do wish... to own hetalia not blackbeard.. but that would be cool too. ^_-

Umm lets see... anything else on the list... If anyone cares, read Wings by Iseal. She just started writing, and I think she is REALLY good, but no one is reading her stories so she has been afraid to update.

And this is the end of the rant! Yay!