Ocean's Song (Pirate!England x Reader)

Ch 12: Rescue

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Arthur's P. O. V

I wake up in my bed with a throbbing head ache.

"Ugh, how hard did the bloody wanker hit me?!"

I try to remember the events prior to me being knocked unconscious, after a bit I do. I stumble out of bed to my door and fling it open. I run to the helm to see Alfred there, with an unnaturally serious face on. He steers the boat and I look in the direction we are going and I see 3 black dots on the horizon.

"I've been following them ever since I got loose, but you can see how long that took."

I stared at Alfred, he was unnaturally serious and calm for being Alfred. To be honest it is scaring me.

"We will get them back Arthur, we may have all been lied to but she and Peter are still part of this crew."

"Yes, you are quite right Alfred. You may be dismissed I'll take it from here."

Alfred gave me a look but didn't let go of the wheel. In fact his grip tightened.

"You need to rest Arthur, when night falls I will speed up, then you and a few others should sneak onto Francis's ship. You cannot deny, It's the best plan we can do."

I opened my mouth to argue but I closed it. 'For once Alfred is right... To be honest it's kinda scaring me...'

"Fine Alfred, but don't push yourself."

I slowly walk away from the helm. As I go back I see the rest of the crew cleaning up the remnants of the battle. Instead of going into my quarters, I go below deck to Peter's and (b/n)'s room. Nothing has really changed, it looks the same as when I repaired it. But now there was a different feeling to the room. Knowing that there might be a chance that we may never get them back, made the room feel thick and have a mood similar to that of a funeral.

I look down and clench my fists, 'Why did I let my guard down?! If I hadn't done that, Gilbert wouldn't have disarmed me!' With a small cry of rage I punched the wall above (b/n)'s bed, knocking a loose board over. I look up and see a pile of paper, drawings to be exact. Some of them hers, others obviously Peter's.

I looked at one of the scribbled drawings that Peter drew. It was of him and (b/n) swimming underwater in front of a huge city. 'What a strange drawing...' I leaf through some of Peter's other drawings, most of the had him and (b/n) in them. But, water seemed to be a recurring theme. I shrug it off and look at (b/n)'s art.

Suddenly I lose my breath, there are no words to describe the beauty. The first one is a drawing of the Equedoia shoreline, from the crow's nest point of view. The drawing itself looked so realistic, that I felt as though I was looking at the real thing. I look at the bottom of the drawing and a name is written there, (Y/n), 'Her name is (y/n), its pretty...' I pull out the next one, and my breath is once again stolen.

It's a sketch of me, just my face. There is no color except for my eye. It is truly stunning, but I wonder something. 'How much did (Y/n) think about me to draw this so well...?' My thoughts flash back to the image of her coughing up rose petals onto the deck of my ship and shake my head, 'she has hanahaki because of someone else why would she love me? I force her from her home onto my crew and treated her badly like any other crewman, shes almost died because of me! Now because of me she has been captured a long with Peter...' I put the picture down and look at the others. Most are of the ocean, dolphins, birds, crew mates, and the sky. There is one last picture in the hiding spot, I pull it out and I'm confused. It's a simple sketch of a silver necklace with a sea green gem, it looks strikingly similar to the ocen from that lucid dream I had at Seychelles's place. It looks a lot like a Sea Nymph's necklace.