He's a pirate (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE:
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I hold the small medallion between my fingers, smoothing the pad of my thumb over the gold surface before I close it in my palm momentarily, biting my thick chapped lip between my teeth. It truly is a beautiful trinket with a stone of emerald encrusted between the perfect ring of gold. I find myself wishing I had enough money to purchase it, I bet it'd look stunning around my mothers neck and I bet she'd be just as thrilled to receive it. Though 60 pounds does seem a bit much. I'd never imagine things to be so valuable at a flea market.

Unfortunately the pay from the small bakery I work at doesn't do much but pay my bills and buy me a weekly supply of food. Buying expensive presents was out of the question as of this moment.

Sighing gently, I go to place the piece of jewelry down only to be startled when it is roughly taken from my grasp and hidden in the fist of a stranger standing next to me. I furrow my brows together in distaste, taking a step away from the unknown man with my eyes casted towards the market table. I go to walk away, though am stopped when a hand is placed upon my shoulder and as I turn around I am met with a man a little over a foot taller then me, with a mangy beard and a pointed leather hat covering his matted looking hair.

The man licks over his chapped lips slowly, before he lifts the medallion I was previously holding up, rocking it almost dauntingly in front of my face.

"I couldn't help but notice you where looking at this.." The man starts, his voice coarse. "You where thinking of buying it, eh? And who for, a girlfriend perhaps?"

I shake my head, refusing to chuckle. I almost find it funny for the fact that I don't fancy girls, though I don't mention that. "For my mother," I reply instead. The man just nods before gripping my wrist, placing the medallion into the palm of my hand before closing my fingers in on it.

"Run along, boy," he says, voice quiet. My brows furrow and I can't help but to chuckle nervously. I shake my head, opening my hand to peer down at the jewelry.

"I.. You've got to be kidding me, right?" I ask, though the man just continues to face me, his eyes covered by his drooping hat.

"No. I-I.. I haven't paid for it," I continue. I refuse to steal something that isn't mine. I don't steal. The man before me laughs, an almost evil cackle ripping from his throat.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," he tsks, shaking his head. I cower, backing away from the man. How does he know my name? He lifts his hat then, blinking rapidly before peering down at me with grey eyes. That's when I noticed it, the dark ink on the mans wrist of where his coat had rid up. It was a label, a small skull encased in a compass, a marking of which condemned you into a life of crime and murder.

I shudder, cowering away from the tall man, though the hand that moves down swiftly to grip my bicep is inevitable. The scream that comes next is deafening, a piercing cry of, "Pirates!" That makes my ears ring. Realization hits me and my emerald eyes widen, my breathing coming out in short bursts as I try to release myself from the firm grip the man has on my arm.

"Get off of me!" I cry, though it just makes his hold undoubtedly tighter. I glance around, panicked and that's when I hear a gun fire. People begin to scream, mothers running around feverishly in action to find their children and market keepers collecting up as many of their goods as they possibly can in fear of the scavenging pirates taking all they have to feed themselves and their beloveds. But all I can do is stand there, fighting against the mans strong grip in attempt to escape, though my kicking doesn't seem to phase him since he's obviously a lot stronger then I am. I wail helplessly in the mans hold as I hear a hell of, "Captain! Over here, we found the boy!" And as if in an instant, I see more men appearing from the distance, all pulling their guns from their holster, their boots kicking at the gravel as they quickly approach  and at this moment I fear for my life.

"Hold your fire men," a voice sounds and I swallow thickly as a man struts his way out of the crowd of bandits with importance. He's shorter then the rest, only by a few mere centimeters. His feathery brunette hair is messy and disheveled, and two dark bags hung under each of his eyes. But these flaws do not hide is underlying attractiveness. As he gets closer, I notice his oceanic eyes of which mimic the color of the sea he sails. They look so innocent at first glance, though I know the evil they truly hold.

I growl, seething through my teeth profanities as the same man that had tried to endure me into theft only moments ago holds onto my arms with a grip that I have no doubt will leave me with bruises in the morning. I watch as the captain reaches into his mahogany frock coat, only seconds later pulling out a small rectangular piece of paper with jagged edges. He glanced towards it momentarily, his attenuated lips pursed before he's looking up at me again.

"It's him alright," The captain announces, making confusion blossom inside of me, my eyes darting between the pack of men helplessly. I don't know any of these men, what possibly could they want from me?

"What do you mean 'it's him'? What do you want from me?" I ask almost in a pleading manner. The man before me just chuckles and I find myself wondering how this situation could be humorous in the least. The captain shakes his head nearing me slowly and with every tap of his boots against the gravel I find myself flinching. He stops when he's only mere feet away from me and it's then that he cracks a grin, his teeth showing.

"You don't remember me do you, sweetheart?" He questions. I don't have time to register what he's saying before his smiles fading away and he's taking a step away from me, glancing to the man of whom is holding me.

"Take him out," The captain orders and before I can comprehend what's going on, the man lets go of me, before quickly and forcefully hitting me in the skull with the back of his pistol, erupting a searing pain in my head before I am falling to the ground, the world going dark around me.

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