Random x Reader One Shots

9- Pirate!England x Reader

(A/N: Wow, whoops, this is longggg. Sorry. It also sucks, so read at your own risk. Suggestions are open, so feel free to drop me a message.)

You laid in your hammock, stretching your arms out on the small surface. With every movement, it swung back and forth along with the sway of the boat, but you had gotten used to it. You were surrounded by snoring, as it was night. The other crew members were all sleeping, some with rum bottles still in their hands. Most of the other crew members were men, except for the occasional female (there weren't any on the crew as of that moment except for you). It was hard being a female pirate, but the other crew members knew not to mess with you. If they did, they would be in for a lot of hurt.

You lay in silence, staring off into the dimly-lit room. Most of the lanterns had been snuffed out, but one or two was still aflame. You were just about to close your eyes when a loud BANG went off, shaking you. You sat bold upright, causing the hammock to twist and dump you on the ground. All around you, the other crew members were sitting up, confusion contorting there faces in the dark. You stood up briskly, climbing the ladder that led to the main deck, followed by a few of your fellow crew members.

Your captain stood on the deck, spyglass up to his eye, sword in hand. The wind whipped his long blonde hair around, making the ends of the bow on his hat dance up and down. He stared off into the dark, seemingly looking at nothing.

"What is it, capitaine?" someone called, jerking his attention away from the night sky. He took the spyglass away from his eye, tucked it in his light blue coat, and then turned to his crew.

"It'z Angleterre. I am zure of it."

There was a quite murmur as people glanced around at each other, some of them eyes filled with fear, others with glowing hatred.

"Load zhe cannons. He iz coming." You ran off to complete his command, but before you could get anywhere, you tripped, falling face-first onto the hard wood planks with a loud yelp.

"Femme, could you be any more clumsy?" he scowled, stalking off to the other side of the ship.

"Sorry, Monsieur Bonnefoy," you replied, running off to where the rest of the crew were getting ready for an attack.

The rest of the night was silent, until the sun began to rise. You had all let your guard down when another loud BANG rang out through the empty sea. A huge ship was approaching, and by the looks of it, your captain was correct. It was the British.

"Everyone! Arm yourselvez!" Captain Bonnefoy yelled, unsheathing his cutlass. You grabbed the nearest weapon you could find: a thin dagger. It wouldn't be of much help if the British had guns, but it was the only weapong you could find at that moment. "Prepare for battle!"

The large ship was slowly getting closer, and the men were slowly getting more visible. Standing in front was a man in a deep red coat with a large, flowing cravat covering his chest. In one hand he held a long sabre pointed toward the sky.

"It'z him," Captain Bonnefoy growled, tying his long blonde hair back.

"What do we do, capitaine?" a crew member inquired, their voice shaking.

"We fight."

The British ship was close enought for you to make out every detail of the British captain's face. He had piercing green eyes, and huge bush eyebrows. He had no sign of stubble on his chin, unlike your captain. His hair was blond and messy, and it blew around slightly under his large tricorn, which was adorned with a large white plume.

"Hello, France," he chuckled. "We meet again."

"Black sheep of Europe," Captain Bonnefoy spat.

"I do say," the British captain replied, "is that a female I see? How interesting! Bonnefoy has a love interest!" he laughed, causing the rest of his crew to break out in laughter too.