Calm My Raging Seas

"Let me fight"

Hello my Bunnies! I am so so soooo sorry that I have left this book for so long. But I was able to write a short chapter.

I am sorry for it being short but it's better than nothing. I've just been super busy with classes lately so please forgive me guys.

Thank you all so much!

Ciao~*

"What?" Levan growled as he stepped off the bed, glaring murderously at Ambrose. "Who?"

"It's them, sir." Ambrose panted and he wiped the sweat from his brow. He wasn't bothered in the least by his captain's fury but he was slightly uncomfortable having disturbed his personal time.

Levan swore under his breath as he hurried about his quarters gathering his weapons. Arlow had just finished calming himself from his sudden embarrassment due to being seen in such a position, that he was now watching the pirate captain scurry about the room. When Levan opened one of the chests that was in the room, Arlow spotted his pistol along with his sword and he brightened immediately only to have it crushed when Levan closed the chest once more.

"Tell the crew to prepare to be boarded," Levan instructed. Ambrose nodded his head in acknowledgement and left to do his captain's bidding. With him gone, Arlow climbed off the bed and approached the pirate cautiously now that he was armed. The pirate heard the younger man's approach and only turned around when he was merely a few feet away.

"Let me help." Levan blinked in surprise for that was not what he had been planning on hearing, especially from his captive.

The pirate's face hardened as he stared at the once captain. "No," he snapped and shoved past the smaller man.

Angered, Arlow ran up to him and grabbed his shirt, yanking him backward and causing him to stumble. Levan looked at Arlow, bewildered that a man his size had so much strength. He couldn't stop the perverted thoughts that drifted into his head when he thought of ways the man could put that strength to use.

"Pirate!" Arlow yelled, snapping Levan out of his filthy mind. "Did you hear me?"

"No sorry, I was too busy imagining yourself on me." Levan admitted, causing Arlow to blush once more. Arlow was certain he wouldn't become accustom to the pirate's way of speaking his mind.

"I said I would be of use to you when you're fighting," Arlow repeated. Levan scowled at the idea of the young man up on deck, fighting the other pirates.

"Denied."

"This is ridiculous!" Arlow cried. Levan stood up angrily and approached the furious man.

"If you were not a prisoner aboard this ship then it would be considered. I will not be aiding you in your escape," the pirate captain sneered.

Arlow was filled with rage as the older man looked down at him before going back to grabbing the rest of his weapons. He waited until the pirate's back was turned away from him and the chest before he ran over quietly and opened it. He made the quick decision to take both of his own weapons out in case something were to happen. Just as he was shutting the lid he felt the tip of a blade on the back of his neck.

"Disobeying me,are you?" Arlow's face contorted into a sneer as he turned to face the man who held him captive. "I believe I said I was not going to aid your escape."

"I am not escaping though." Arlow explained to him calmly. The pirate raised a brow in question, prompting him to continue. "I am going to kill all of the pirates aboard this ship, connard." (asshole)

Levan smirked at the daring young man before he quickly snatched his tunic up into his fist and dragged him close. He bent down and quietly said, "I will let you fight. But remember this; when the battle is done you will not get off so easy, salope." (bitch)