Treasure: ℛℯ-𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓃 |Pirate!England X Reader|

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Over the next few years, I master the art of the Blacksmith, and I slowly take on more responsibility in the shop. I've gained a muscular frame, just like Mo had when I first arrived, from swinging heavy hammers and testing out our weapons for -- quality purposes. My teacher has gotten a bit weaker over time; her frame is slightly thinner than it was before, and her cheeks have started to sink in, but still, she swings that hammer like she's in her prime.

She likes to pretend that I don't notice her changing.

"Good morrow, (Name)!" One of our regulars greets me as he walks through the door way.

I'm in charge of the shop while Mo runs some errands into town.

"Welcome!" I smile, leaning my elbow on the counter, "Here to pick up the Halberd?"

"Of course, I've been looking forward to seeing it all week!"

I nod and walk into the back of the shop, grabbing the black bladed weapon from the wall and walk it back to the front. "Black blade and golden hilt, just as you requested."

He takes it into his hands, examining it, "I love it! Could you just sharpen it a little bit more?"

"Of course, not a problem!" I take the halberd from him and set it down on the table next to the sharpening stone as I tie my apron around my waist. I place the blade against the stone and press the pedal; the stone begins to spin and sparks fly into the dirt below. After it is sharpened to perfection, I bring it back to the customer, "Is it to your liking?"

"It's perfect!"

"That will be 400 gold coins," I tap the counter with a smile.

He nods gratefully and places a pouch of gold on the counter, "Worth every ounce!"

I take the bag and wave as he walks out of the shop, and I begin counting the coins.

A little while later, I hear footsteps walk into the shop, and I look up to see Mo with a bunch of bags in her arms. "He came to pick up the Halberd?" I nod, and she rolls her eyes, "I ran into him in town; he was showing off to his buddies outside the tavern."

I chuckle and continue counting, "He never tries to negotiate pricing, and comes in almost every month for a new weapon. He must be the son of an important man."

"He just knows he's getting what he pays for," Mo shrugs with a mischievous grin, "Not that I've beaten him up in the past for attempting to lowball me or anything."

Over the course of that day, we had many people coming in and out of our little shop, testing out new weapons and bringing us old ones to rehabilitate. During the slow hours, I would bring out a small Blacksmith's guidebook, to further my education. "Hello."

I tear my eyes from the pages to find a man with blue eyes and a big smile, "Hello," I answer, closing the book and setting it aside, "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could repair this for me," he places a cutlass on the counter, hand behind his head, "I accidentally snapped the handle in half while I was practicing; practically fell apart in my hands!""

I'd never seen this man before; this town was once popular with tourists, but since the ports had been closed down, we don't get visitors often, anymore. "I'm surprised you have one of these in your possession!" I trace my finger across the curved blade, "No one makes them in this area, I've never seen one before!" I beam at him, attempting to get a general location of where he might've picked it up.

This is a pirate's weapon.

"Are they rare to come by?" He leans over the counter with both elbows. "It was a gift from my father."