Every Man For Himself (Pirate!England X Reader)

Traitor

When you got a decent ways away from the castle, your vision started to blacken and blood dripped from your mouth and nose. No matter how beaten up you were you still managed to be breathtakingly beautiful.
The man grabbed your neck forcefully and led you down the cobblestone road.

Your knees buckled and your ribs felt like they were on fire.. You collapsed onto the gravel street and coughed half-consciously, blood splattering across the rocks and dust. Looking up, you noticed Kirkland's ship in the distance, candles still lit in the windows.

"He beat her up pretty bad..." A thick German accent breaks the silence and hands slip under your knees. Another hand tries it's way under your arms but a shooting pain erupts from your shattered bones and a piercing scream bellows from your lungs. His hand quickly jolts under you and hoists you up. You jaggedly sob and cold tears stream down your smooth cheeks, your jaw crushing against itself as you clench your teeth. You whimper against the man's hard chest and he tries to shift you into a more comfortable position but he stops as a quick and painful whine comes from your lips. He starts walking slowly, you could hear three pairs of footsteps in the gravel and the German's slowly beating heart lulls you to a deep but painful sleep.

'(Y/N), ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!' Alec appears in the vast blankness of your dreamscape. He sprints towards you and stops to look at your bleeding form.
You just keep breathing.
He places his hand under your left breast and another to the right of your stomach and murmurs quiet and jumbled words you couldn't comprehend.
His eyes start to emit a bright white hue and sounds like a cracking water bottle erupt from your bones. To your obvious surprise, none of it hurt and any previous pain was relieved just by Alec's power. You smiled and hugged him, but a black mist enveloped your mind slowly.
'Gotta wake up. Tell the crew not to worry, just keep the ship safe. I will see you soon Alec.' He nods and dissolves into the blackness.

You shoot up from your dream and the expected pain from your ribs never happens, a dull tingling sensation fills your rib cage as you get up and stretch.
'Weird..'
You look down and notice you're in the red dress still, just torn at the bottom hems. Your black boots were set by the door and a small note was poking out of your left shoe.
You put two fingers around the note and pull it out, your red nails bringing out the crimson ink on the note.

'Dear Captain Calico,
    I'm terribly sorry for how Francis treated you. I left clean clothes for you on the dresser and your sword should be there too. I hope you heal soon. Just so you know, I'm on your side. Don't tell the captain about this.
                            -Ludwig

His handwriting was messy but in beautiful cursive, leaving it easy to read. Ludwig.. that name sounded familiar.. Suddenly, Feliciano's voice rings in your mind softly.
"Ludwig saved me when I was younger, I've loved him since!!"
It makes sense now, why Ludwig was on your side, a friend of Feli's is a friend of his..

So if Ludwig gave you the letter, that means that you are on Kirkland's ship.. great..
You flipped the note in your hand and slipped it down your bra, no one would be going down there, so it's safe.

You walk over to the big oak dresser and unfold the clothes which consisted of almost skin tight brown trousers and a cream colored blouse. You pulled the back ribbons of your corset and the dress tumbles elegantly to the floor, right around your feet, which you use to kick it away. You strip the ruffled undergarments off and run your hands down your sides.

In the silver mirror, your torso seemed perfectly fine, no cuts, no bruises, nothing but smooth, clean skin. Your face on the other hand was covered in flaky, brown blood stains. Especially from your nose down to your chin. Just to clean it off you licked your thumb and rubbed it off of your face. You sigh and put the clothes on, looking back to the mirror, you looked like a crew member, ready for work. And you knew, as soon as you walk out the door you'll either be ordered around or violently assaulted by the crew.