The Shield One-Shots Book 3

A Pirate's Life For Me/Ambrollins Pt2

The sun shone brightly on the horizon, warming the soft sand and reflecting off the crystal clear waters of the ocean. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily in from the east, casting a shadow over the coastline. A warm breeze carried the salty smell of the ocean and enveloped the beautiful coastal country of Theoria in a calming embrace. The gentle rocking of waves lapped against the hull of the massive boat anchored in the bay causing the hull to creak slightly. From overhead, a chorus of birdsong filled the air. On the distant shoreline, the faint noises of cities and towns echoed across the landscape.

The notorious and infamous Pirate, Captain Dean Ambrose, stood alone on the deck of his ship, looking out at the morning shoreline while the rest of his crew slept. The wooden boards creaked beneath his feet as he peered through the salty mist that hung in the air. His gaze was steady and fixed on a point on the shore, yet his mind was miles away. The sun had already risen high above the horizon, shining its golden rays onto the shoreline and out to sea. Dean despised being up so early but ever since that encounter with Tomas, a stranger he had met outside the pub two days ago, he was unable to sleep past sunrise.

Dean's usually chaotic mind had been going crazier than usual, his mind reeled with unanswered questions about the stranger and he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that surrounded the man. Even though he had never met the man before or since, there was something familiar about him and it bothered the hell out of Dean. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, despite that, Dean was also well aware of his growing restlessness, an urge that was screaming at him to leave Theoria and explore new shores.

Dean paced the deck of the ship, his hands balled into fists as he stared out at the shoreline of Theoria. Before he left, Dean wanted to do one more big heist, one more fuck you to the King and Queen, but what? He had done it all in Theoria that a Pirate could do: pillaged ships, stormed homes and businesses, robbed wealthy merchants, and gotten into countless fights, among other things. But none of it would be enough to truly make a lasting impact.

He couldn't leave until he had done something to fuck over the King and Queen who didn't give a damn about their people. Killing them may have been tempting to him and the perfect farewell to the long-suffering people of the country, but he knew it wouldn't change a damn thing in the long run - their pathetic son and his new husband would just take the throne and nothing would change for anyone. No, Dean needed something bigger, something epic that would ensure his legend lived on forever.

"I got it!" Dean said smiling.

"Damn, is it contagious?" Roman's concerned voice spoke from behind him, Dean turned around to look at him.

"No, you asshole, I meant I have a plan to screw with the King and Queen one last time before we leave here for good."

"Really?" Roman said shocked.

"Yes, really, why do you sound so surprised?" Dean asked as he crossed his arms and stared at him.

"Not surprised, impressed." Roman corrected him. "Dean, you've been sulking about this for a damn month."

"I'm Captain Dean Ambrose, I don't sulk, dammit." Dean replied bitterly.

"If you weren't sulking then what do you call it?" Roman questioned sighing.

"Plotting." Dean answered smugly. "Now, do you want to know my damn idea or not, asshole?"

"Tell me, Cap." Roman answered smirking.

"So, I thought about killing King Fuckface and Queen Bitch as a way to secure my place in history as well as give the poor suffering people of Theoria a goodbye gift."