AN: Sorry this took too long to come out! I apologize and hope I make up for it with this chapter.
WARNING: Some adult rated content takes place in this chapter.

The man stopped a few feet from the drunken men, grinning smugly at the pair. Gilbert gulped as he slowly took a few steps back to give himself and the floater more space between.

"A-ahoy there, Captain Fernandez! It's been a while hasn't it my pal?" The albino laughed nervously, putting his best smile on for the pirate.

Captain Fernandez chuckled, tilting his head slightly as his gold earrings swayed.
"Aye Gilbert. Much time has passed hasn't it? Far too much for my liking." he said, taking a few glances at the blond sitting at the table. He smiled when the boy turned his pitcher upside down as if trying to get the very last drops of whatever he'd been drinking.

Gilbert watched nervously whenever the captain would glance his snake-like green eyes over at Alfred. He was starting to get a bad feeling about the young lads fate now that the Spanish man had joined them.

"Awh, have you missed the awesome me that much Capt? Shame we haven't seen each other around huh? Real shame indeed!" Gilbert sat and scooted closer to the blond as he spoke. Using his body as a shield for the boy. Praying that the tan man had no interest in him. But sadly there wouldn't be a man in the bar not interested in having Alfred for themselves if they knew his secret. Gilbert had to admit he was one of those men in all honesty.

"Indeed… You know, I've been looking for you Gilbert." Captain Fernandez said, taking a few steps closer as he spoke. "And I been havin the hardest time with it in truth. Finding you is a fairly easy thing for me to do but for some reason I couldn't spot that blanco head of yours anywhere. I almost started to think you was hiding from me!" He laughed non-amusingly and pulled a knife from the inside his long dark green colored coat.

Gilbert gulped and sunk down into his chair, glancing over at Alfred from the corner of his eye. It seemed the drunk blond wasn't paying the slightest attention, hell, he was even playing with his hair.

"R-Rubbish! I'm not avoiding you if that's what you're thinking! What reasons have I to?"

The Captain raised a dark eyebrow curiously at the pale man who was practically shaking in his boots. "No? So why's you nervous so much amigo?"

"Hard not to with that shiny knife of yours out! Listen, let me buy you a Grog and we can talk about whatever yo-"

"Suficiente!" The captain shouted and stabbed his knife forcefully down into the wooden table near the albino's shaken hand. "You don't fool me Gilbert! I know what you stole and I want it back! Now hand it over or I will slit your throat and let your blood flow into a mug as I drink it to my full!" he growled in the others face.

Alfred jumped when he saw the tan, green-eyed man; stab something flashy into the table. The man's shouting and enraged face was fierce enough to send anyone near hiding beneath the nearest table for cover. Whoever this guy was, he sure as hell was scaring his new friend Gilbert shitless. What exactly was he going on about anyways?

The pale man was wide eyed and leaning as far back in his chair as he could, getting away from the angry pirate that seemed threaten to his life at the moment.

"I-I don't know what you talking bout! I stole nothing from you!"

"Mentiras! The map! Where is it! I want my map!" Fernandez growled in between his teeth.

At this Alfred perked up. It couldn't be the map that Elizabeta had shown him earlier at her little cottage right? Impossible that they could relate. This was the age of the pirates, surly there are a ton of maps out there.

"Ficken I don't know! I don't have its, I swear!" Gilbert pleaded.

The Captain leaned up, pulling his knife from the table.
"What do you mean you don't have it?"

Gilbert looked shyly away, not knowing how to break the news to the furious pirate captain who could very well take his life.

"Well you see, I don't have it no more because I…"

"You…?"

"S-sold it…"

Gilbert closed his eyes tightly and waited for the thrashing of the knife that would enter his body mercilessly. But when nothing came to take his life, he peeked an eye. Captain Fernandez was standing there staring at him with a blank, wide-eyed expression. Gilbert could see something in the man's green eyes that screamed horror. It seemed the tan pirate had finally snapped and Gilbert was the one who cut that wire inside of him.

"C-Captain…?" Gilbert meekly asked, eyeing him suspiciously for his next move.

Alfred felt the need then to speak up and ask what exactly was going on but stopped himself when the man in the green long coat pulled out a lanky sword in a flash and pointed it directly at Gilbert neck.

"Farewell Amigo…" he said flatly and raised his weapon up in the air in striking position. Ready to haul it down on the infortune being below who dared betrayed him.

Before it could hit its target, Gilbert put up his hands and arose from his chair in a jolt.
"Stop! Stop! I have it! I have your map! Just please don't kill the awesome me just yet!" He pleaded fretfully.

The captain stopped but didn't lower his sword, eyeing the pleading man.
"You do?" He asked not believing the lie he was given.

"Well no…BUT, I have the next best thing!" Gilbert weakly smiled, teeth chattering.

"Hm? Like what?"

Alfred sat there trying to think clearly, past the alcohol, and focus on the sketchy scene taking place before him. He to was curious what the albino had in stead to save his life but gasped when his arm was gripped tightly, pulling him sharply from where he sat.

Gilbert gripped the poor blond and pulled Alfred in front of himself, grabbing hold of his other arm when the boy began to wobble side to side.

To Alfred it felt as though the pub was a ship and it was swaying back and forth. He was about to be sick.

"Him! If you heard what he was going on about earlier then I'm sure you know of his importance! He say he can read the map that you will once more processes! Without him, the map is useless." Gilbert hissed lowly so no one would hear.

"Si, but without the map, the boy is useless. Have you forgotten you need both to find the treasure? And thanks to you, I'm at a stand still!" The green eyed man growled at the albino, watching the boy in his arms, obviously interested in the blue-eyed lad.

"Aye but I will get it back to you Capt! I myself, will deliver your precious map safely back to your hands in no time! So for now, you can possess the only one who reads it! No other pirate will have this chance like yourself has now!"

Captain Fernandez let out a heavy breath and set his sword back into his belt.

"How do I even know he is the one? Without the map, I am of not knowing." he said eyeing Alfred whose face was an odd shade of green.

"W-Well, when I return your map and he can not read it then…uhm… You may kill him." Gilbert offered. He liked the kid but hey, his life was far more important and far more awesome to be taken.

The tan man scratched his chin thoughtfully at the albino's suggestion. He knew the man was trying to save his own skin by offering the lads, but what if what he said was true? Is this boy the real one that almost every other pirate been searching for? He couldn't pass up an opportunity such, as this up for it would be unwise. He will just have to take the boy aboard his ship and wait till his map is secularly returned to him to find out. The pirate smiled as he eyed the boy's slim body. Having him aboard wouldn't be such a bad thing maybe after all. With looks like that and a body so lean as his, he could have himself some fun with the blonde.

The snake-eyed man looked back at the young boys face smiled when Alfred's blue eyes met his plunging seaweed green ones.

"I accept the terms. You have one week to find the map and return it to me. If not, I will find you and I will kill you Gilbert Beilschmidt. Sí?" he warned.

Gilbert celebrated on the inside and let his grasp on Alfred go.

"Ja! A week will be just enough time! Thank you Capt!" He smiled then bent over hover at Alfred's ear. "Now be a good kid and go along. The Capt will take good care of ya."

Alfred felt absolutely sick to his stomach about the agreement on his life and freedom. He felt like was going to puke. And that's exactly what he did all over his so-called friend Gilbert.

"Ah ficken! How un awesome you brat!" Gilbert screamed out shoving the dizzy blond forward.

The Spanish captain barked out a laugh at the event he knew would happen. The poor lad looked horribly sick from his excessive intake of alcohol. Poor kid doesn't even know his limit yet. Must be a new pub goer.

"Glad that is out of his system! Better on you than me!" The captain laughed amusingly. He truly was glad the boy got that out of his system now, because he might not have been able to hold it in for the plan what the Spanish man had in mind for them later on. He grinned at the thought and took a step forward grabbing Alfred tightly around the wrist.

Alfred felt too sick and exhausted to register what was going on, but the next thing he knew he was being lifted into the air and slung over the guy in the green coats shoulder. He opened his mouth in protest but quickly shut it when he had the urge to vomit again. Vomiting on this guy's shiny green coat probably wouldn't be the safest thing for him to do at the moment.

The man seemed notice Alfred's predicament and frowned in disgust.
"Keep that mouth closed or I'll have it sowed shut as soon as we get back to my ship boy."

"Mmhmm." The blond hummed in response as he cuffed his mouth with hands.

The floor was passing them by as Alfred watched the bar get further and further away. That's when it hit him how much of horrible situation he was in at the moment. He was just sold out by his friend and being taken away to board some ship without say. Then what happens to him? Be kept in a cellular for a week before a ruthless pirate in some inhumanly manner kills him?

Oh how Alfred wished Elizabeta would show up to save from the mess he'd gotten himself shamelessly into. But the American knew that really on the inside he was glad she weren't there. How would she be able to stand up against an actual pirate? So having her dragged into this situation wouldn't be the best for her safety. It seemed he was on his own now.

"Ah here we are!" The pirate said aloud as he kicked the door that stood in front of him.

This was it. They were officially leaving the pub that he was told not too. Being recused was impossible for him now and so were his chances of ever finding the book and returning home.

Suddenly Alfred was lifted from over the man's shoulder and thrown onto something soft and puffy. The blond looked around in surprise and realized that they were not out of the pub but instead inside another room. A bedroom to be exact and he was atop a bed. He felt like throwing up again.

Alfred looked up to demand why they were there but froze when the tan pirate was hungrily staring at him from across the room. The only escape was out the door but to his dismay, that's where the pirate harbored.

"You look frightened mi amigo. Is it that you know what I have planned for you?" Captain Fernandez asked as he started making his way over to the bed where the blond was placed. Slowly slipping off his long emerald coat, tossing it over a chair and then removing his gloves.

Alfred started scooted back on the bed to get away from the man. He didn't know exactly what was to happen but he had a pretty good damn idea on what. So Alfred just nodded his head up and down slowly. He gulped when his back was met with the head board of the wooden bed. No where else to run. He felt like an animal and knew that's what he looking liked in the eyes of the other.

The green eyed mans smile grew wider, showing off his pearly white teeth and a single gold one where one of his canines should be.
"Oh you do? This is great news! Now you can go along without me telling you what to do!" He rested his hat on the side table near a single lit candle. The only thing giving the windowless room some light.

"O-Or we can just sleep maybe? I'm sure you're tired because I-I am and we leave tomorrow morning yeah?" Alfred offered weakly. If swift and quiet enough, maybe he could slip out the room in the middle of the night with his life.

The Captain froze for a moment then broke out into a loud booming laugh. "You amuse me boy! But no worries, we will get some sleep on my ship but first," he smiled as he slid onto the bed and crawled over to the frightened younger. "We have some fun."

Before Alfred could say something to stall any longer or figure out a plan to escape, his lips were fiercely crushed into by the man's in a sudden attack. The way that the man suddenly smashed into his lips, Alfred hit the bed board rather harshly with the back of his skull, causing him to groan in pain.

Captain Fernandez smiled and pulled away, giving them both some air. "See mi amigo? I told you that you would have some fun." He chuckled.

"A-hh no…my… hea-ah!" Alfred tried to say but cut off when he was pushed down to be flat on his back under the greedy pirate who pinned his wrist above his head with one hand.

"Shh amigo." he hushed as he swooped down to kiss and bite at the blonde's vulnerable soft neck. The pirate didn't mean to be so rushed with his kisses but the lad's neck tasted so sweet beneath his chapped lips. The blondes skin tasted of sweet honey he ad once tasted so rarely on his many sails.

Alfred hissed at every nip and struggled to get his hands free but the man over him was too strong in the position he was in. If he hadn't had so much to drink then maybe he wouldn't be in this position in the first place.

"su gusto de los labios tiene gusto de la miel…" The captain skimmed his lips lower to the tip of the boy's chest. "Quiero más..."

"I don-t ah know what you're saying…" The American gasped out when his blue vest was ripped open, exposing his bare chest to the greedy man.

The captain leaned up to study the beautiful body of the young helpless boy beneath him. The boy was truly a treasure indeed. A treasure that will only lead him to more.

"You are quite hermoso amigo."

Alfred hated himself for it but blushed at the comment even though he didn't know what the word meant.

"Shut up and get off me already."

The man over him chuckled. "What is your name?"

Alfred paused and looked up at him in shock. "M-My name?"

"Si"

"Alfred… but why do you care? You didn't seem to care when kidnapping me and ripping my shirt off."

"That name suits you… And why you ask? Well, I would like to know the name of my new prisoner before I make love to them." The man smiled as if it were something simple for him to know of.

"What?! I am no ones prisoner and oh no you will not-hmm!"

The captain put his hand over the boy's mouth. His eyes suddenly turned a darker shade of green and the smile on his lips went into a tight line.

"Now you listen here boy. You are a prisoner and I am your slave master. If I wish to make unholy doings with you then I will do so. You understand this and you may live longer than the week that I have given you so kindly. Si?"

Alfred's eyes went wide in shock at the man's threat. Not single cell in him told him that the man was lying. No. This man was a pirate after all. He was not in his own century but in the time where pirates ruled and do what that pleased. If a pirate wanted to steal something from him, then what choice did he really have?

A single tear was able to escape the American's soft blue eyes no matter how hard he tried to hold it back. He felt scared, weak, exposed, and hopeless now. Wanting nothing more but to find the book and return home already. He's had enough of this adventure.

Alfred weakly nodded his head to submit and stopped his struggling. He had nothing left in him. To be honest, all he wanted to do was sleep and be left alone.

The Spanish captain smirked at the hopeless boy and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Now that's a good boy. Do not worry, I will try to be gentle with you."

Alfred closed his eyes and turned his head to side. Wishing he could just fall asleep and wake up to all of this being over with.

The pirate continued from where he left off and started kissing slowly down Alfred's tanned chest. Taking his time to savor the sweet taste that tickled his chapped sea salted lips. He continued his trail all the way to the blondes hip bone then back up his chest, stopping to tease one of the boys perked nipples with his tongue.

Alfred bit his lip to hold in the moan that he wanted to release. He hated what was being done to him but god did it feel good.

"You can make noises for me. Do not hold back." Fernandez said licking the little bud over then moving to the next one that awaited him.

When Alfred refused to make and noise what so ever, the pirate thought of a way to open the blonds pretty little mouth.

With one of his free hands, the captain slid his hand across the boy's chest and under the waistline of his breeches.

That's when Alfred's eyes shot open in immediate surprise and distress. His breath quickening when the far older man began stroking him with his rough hands.

Alfred curled his toes into the sheets and threw his hand into the pillow to muffle any sounds that dared escape his mouth. He will not comply like this to the perverted pirate. This was as far as he wanted to take it. The blonde didn't like this one bit but his boy thought otherwise.

The Spanish man watched Alfred's face as he fought so hard to not give in. He truly was stubborn one. Seems as though he will just have to break the boy into the mold he wants while aboard his golden vessel.

Still with nothing coming from the blonde's soft lips, Fernandez grew impatient. Without any warning he pulled away and flipped Alfred onto his stomach.

Alfred yelped in surprise at the action and tried to crawl away but was only pulled back by the hips.

"Hold still…" The Spanish man grunted as he lifted Alfred's hips into the air, pulling boy steadily on all fours.

"N-No wait! I'm not ready for that! Please!" Alfred begged still trying to crawl away from the tan mans tight grasp around his hips. The man let go but only for second as he ripped what was left of Alfred's shirt right off him, tossing the shredded vest to the ground.

"Ah but we will have so much fun mi Amigo! Just wait and see!" he cheered then grabbed Alfred's pants and yanked them down, fully exposing the Americans back side to the hungry pirate.

A cold shiver rushed over Alfred's spine at the loss of his clothes. He was weak and exposed and at the mercy of this savage old pirate. Alfred closed his eyes tightly to not give the other man any pleasure at the sight of his tears. All he could do now was hope and pray this would all be over.

"Please…" The blonde whimpered into the sheets. A pointless plea but it was the last that he could do.

"Si! You will beg for me just like that! You will cry out the glorious name of Captain Antonio Fernandez! You will cry my name as I tear into you and claim you to be my property! You are now my treasure Alfred! And mine alo-"

BANG

Captain Fernandez was silenced after a loud crack shuck the whole room like thunder, numbing Alfred's ears and making him freeze in complete terror. The sound echoed about the room for a moment then died down to leave a buzzing in his ears.

Then everything was silent at last. The pirate that was about to rape him was oddly silent and presence not felt. Alfred felt no hands on him, touching him, pinning him.

Slowly Alfred dared to turn his head and check over his shoulder for the man but he wasn't there on the bed. The blond sat up and saw how the sheets were dragged off the side of the bed as if someone had recklessly tumbled off. Nervously, Alfred peeked over the edge of the bed and paled at what he saw. There, laid the un breathing, moving, dangerous, Captain Antonio Fernandez. Laying in a pool of blood as it leaked from a large gashing hole in head where his right eye should be. He was dead. Alfred was sure of it. The American was sure he hadn't caused his death, so if not him, then who?

"Ello poppet. I've been looking for you." A voice said from a dark corner of the room, scarring Alfred nearly to death.

"You have…?" Alfred muttered trying to see clearly who this stranger was that killed Captain Fernandez.

"Oh yes, very much so. You've escaped me once you know?" The man said, taking a few steps closer to be in the candlelight, revealing himself to the shaken American.

Alfred gulped and stared at the intruder in disbelief. It was he… The emerald eyed pirate he saw at the window in Elizaveta's cottage.

"You…" Alfred breathed and pointed at him, still in complete shock.

The emerald eyed man grinned down at him.

"Aye so you remember me? Good lad. Then you know why I am here as well I presume?"

"I have a good idea…" he answered at the obvious fact. Of course he know what was about to happen. He was going to get kidnapped…again…

"Splendid! Now I suggest we get going if you're willing to cooperate with me but if not, I will just have to take you by force and carry you out." He grinned taking another step closer to the still exposed teenage boy on the bed. The pirate made sure to not step on the worthless body that spilled near his boots.

"I-I think I'll, I think I'll just-" Alfred muttered drowsily then crashed into the bed sheets and passed out. Tonight had been too much for the poor teen, his body couldn't hold out anymore.

The pirate sighed and slid off his gleaming red coat, watching the boy asleep on the bed.

"Carry you out it is…" He muttered as he easily scooped the defenseless blond boy into his arms with his coat and walked out of the room. Chuckling softly to himself with his new valuable prize.

AN: Ah and Captain Kirkland comes to save the day and steal the blond away. I wonder what is to happen next? And what about Antonino and Gilbert? Love or hate them? Give me your feedback!

Spanish Translations:
Blanco: White
Suficiente: Enough
Mentiras: Lies
Amigo: Friend (m)
Sí: Yes
su gusto de los labios tiene gusto de la miel: Your lips taste like honey
hermoso: Beautiful (m)
Quiero más: I want more

German Translations:
Ficken:
Ja: Yes