The Love of the sea (Pirate! 2p EnglandXinsert reader)

more than meets the eye

(sorry college has taken over my life, so had work but now I finally got off my but and updated this... and sorry I love writing for Ollie and this actually if based upon a story in an RP I have on Tumblr with my friend, so if anyone is wondering the french woman he mentioned before was 2p!nyo!France whom I do have a Rp blog for... and no one wants to rp with me... so if you have a Tumblr and want to rp with me its http://ask2pfemfrance.tumblr.com/ send me a starter and I will gladly rp with you!)

A few weeks had passed and (name) had recovered from her exhaustion and was finally allowed to walk on deck, when she opened the door of the cabin and walked out she was surprised to see such a change in Oliver's behavior when around his crew. He had explained he had to act cruelly or they would brush him off but, she never expected this much of a change. His normally sweet smile was replaced with a scowl and his gentle eyes were narrowed into a cold gaze, it only softened a bit when he saw her walking about in her disguise. He walked over to her and finally smiled a bit. "Ah you are up! Seems like you are ready to take up the slack on here? Here is your tool, if any man acts out of line use this on him" he used a stern tone which did not quite match his softened gaze as he handed her a whip. "for every mess up they get five to ten lashes... and for every rude comment they receive ten to fifteen lashes." He then leaned closer and whispered "and if they find out your gender and touch you in any way that makes you uncomfortable, give them any amount of lashes you see fit... after all you should feel safe on the vessel and not have to live in fear..."

He then straightened up and glared at the men who were staring "Get back to work ye scallywags!" His cold tone caused the men to scramble back to work anyone could tell the jacket he wore was old, his eyes showed an air of wisdom way beyond his years and his hands were calloused from years of hard work. Even the crew knew of this, and they feared him just as much as they feared his brother. Both were warriors of the sea and to never be crossed but Oliver was far more intimidating, he didn't just use brawn to make a point, he used his brains to make his crew see just how different they were intellectually. He was always planning, always calculating and always prepared for any attack against him.

(name) picked up on that quickly as Oliver pulled her close as a dagger stuck to the wood right behind where her head had been. His face changed from the cold act to an enraged glare as he yelled "WHO THREW THAT DAGGAR!" An older crew member raised his hand and scoffed "ye picked a boy to be yer right hand man when some of us have been working fer years for that positi-" the man never finished as Oliver shot him between the eyes and looked around "anyone else planning to question my decisions? No? Good... now excuse me as I help this lad figure out the ship..."

He gently took (name)'s arm but made it seem like he had grabbed her harshly and lead her below deck and looked to make sure no one was spying before saying "I'm sorry you had to see that... I had to off him or he would have hurt ye.... They are going to ask you what your name is... so think of a boy's name and we can use that..." he looked over at (name) who tapped her chin before replying "how about (favorite boy's name)?"

Oliver nodded in approval and ruffled her hair "alright (f/b/n) lets show ye the ship, here is where the crew sleep, as you can see no privacy... no personal space and well its not a nice place to stay... further down is the kitchen where we make and serve grub... below us is the storage area where the loot is held along with the brig.... Do not trust the man in the brig.... Toni will try to sweet talk you into letting him out, don't listen to him.... He killed the last person who fell for his sweet words..." The captain then showed (name) the ship and by the time the tour was over the crew were lined up for supper. "wow the day flew by...." Oliver blinked in surprise as he walked over to the kitchen and got the same thing the rest of the crew was eating, some sort of gruel, the remains of the food. He handed (name) a bowl of it and grabbed his own bowl before gesturing to follow, he walked quickly ahead not noticing how far ahead of (name) he was till he heard her yelp. A member of the crew had grabbed her arm and snarled "ye think yer better than us because ye are the Capt'ns new toy? Well listen good the Capt'n won't get attached to ye, no matter what ye do fer him... he likes both lads and lassies and the last chump to be his first mate met a cruel end..."

(name) gulped and tried to get free of the man as Oliver whirled around and stormed over. "Smith let go of him, the lad has had enough to deal with today! And do you assume I sleep with my first mates? Honestly, have you ever thought maybe I pick them because they seem like someone I can actually hold a conversation with? Unlike ye lot I don't think will my balls" Oliver was blushing slightly from embarrassment at the comments the man had made, he then proceeded to take (name)'s hand and lead her away from the crew who burst out laughing at making their captain embarrassed.