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Pirate!America x Pirate!Reader- Flintlock Pistol (Part II)

So, here's a part II for "Flintlock Pistol"! @NarnianAwesomeness told me that this was kinda incomplete, and I thought so too. Also, @America_Da_Hero gave me advices on writing stories, which helped me out from my mini-writer's block! //slapped

Emil: Or you were just lazy.

Me: Aw, shut up. I tried my best. And why are you even here!? You're not in this story! Now onto the story.

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<Third Person POV>

You were sitting on a bench near the Poop Deck (that's what it's actually called). You and Alfred, whom you just figured out his name, were cleaning out the barrels of other guns with soot-covered rags. You were half-way finished, when Alfred reached out for your Flintlock Pistol. You swatted his hand out of the way, and grabbed it.

"Wait, wha-" Alfred looked confused, as you started to clean the mouth of your pistol.

"Sorry, it's just that I can't trust anyone t' handle this guy," you started. "Me grandpa gave it t' me, for a good luck token. He went t' Davy Jones' locker soon after that by a gunshot. But I guess, he still lives on as a spirit, he helped me via this pistol when I was abducted."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." He said apologetically, though he did nothing.

"Oh, you don't have t' be." You stated, as you moved on to another musket.

Suddenly, the Mates started scurrying about, looking panicked as they went on and took the guns to their Gunners.

"What happened?" You caught a Mate by the shoulder, who looked somewhat calm.

"An opponent ship. Probably t' strongest one out thar."

"Alfred, get your musket. We're fightin'." You shouted, as you got your pistol.

'Hope nothin' bad happens,' you thought, as you marched toward the Main Deck.

~Time-skip brought to you by hamburgers that don't even exist in this time period~

Of course, as the Mate had said, the opponent was far from easy to beat. Corpses of Mates, A.B.Ss and Cabin Boys scattered around, some hanging off the railing. The Sail had some holes in it, rocking the boat side by side.

You were currently fighting a Gunner, a Master Gunner in fact, who uses his Spadroon well. He was smiling, showing his crooked yellow teeth, as he shot a couple of times. You dodged the first two bullets by a hair, though one caught you on your left shoulder, and one on your right thigh soon after that. Pain rushed, as you shot your pistol out of rage, shooting straight through his heart. He flopped down, with a crimson pool beneath him. You swirled around, in search for more, but something caught your eye. It was Alfred. He was fighting yet another gunner, his white shirt the color of dull red. His face looked tattered, just like the day he joined your crew. He was panting heavily, as he dodged bullets.

Suddenly, a bullet gashed the back of your hand, causing you to drop your pistol which spanned to the corner. You whipped your head back, seeing a Sailing Master shooting randomly by a Blunderbuss. He seemed to not notice you, but still, you had no time to get your pistol. You quickly grab a musketoon from a corpse, and shoot at the gunner. You missed, only scraping his arm.

"(Name)! Don't come here!" Alfred shouted, though you did not take time to listen. You shot a couple more, though it did not kill him, it sure caused some injury, making him unable to move. He also shot a couple more, but you protected him from further injuries. Fortunately, your own injuries were healing too, which gave you some hope to live. You tried to fire again, aiming at his heart, but "it" happened.

No more bullets.

The opponent just smirked, his eyeballs popping up. You scanned the scene, and your pistol came into your eyesight.

'Maybe I could run and get it,' you thought, as the man slowly tried to pulled on the trigger.

You sprinted like a madman, picked up your pistol, and shot him twice, one straight in the eye, one straight through the heart. The man collapsed, never to speak again. It was over. Just a few more to kill, but it was over.

"(Name), you're safe!" Alfred ran over, with a sigh of relief.

"Well, it must've been grandpa who saved me," you said, as you made your pistol glint in the sun.

~Time-skip to a few years later~

"(Son's name), come over here!" You called out, as your son came dashing towards you.

Only a few survived the attack from a few years ago. Still, you were proud that you drove off the enemies. After that, you and Alfred sort of created a special bonding with each other, after all, you saved him from dying. Months after that, you had your first child.

"Ma, I'm here!" A boy with (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes stopped before you, a grin plastered on his face.

"(Son's name), I wanted to give you something," you said, as you placed the Flintlock Pistol on the little boy's hands. It seemed like it was a bit heavy for him, but he seemed to like it, by the look of his eyes.

"Ma, what's this?" He asked, holding it like it was his life.

"This... Is a good luck charm. From your great-grandpa." You replied, as he ran to his father to show it off. He fired into the air, causing your to jump, but you smiled a little, since it didn't have any bullets.

"Don't do that!" You shouted off, your voice echoing off the water.

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Ah, I'm finally finished with this! Sorry for the wait! I hope you liked it! Don't forget to vote, comment, or follow if you haven't already!