Treasure ( Pirate!England x Reader )

Chapter 8: Attack

The captain's words repeated in my head. I couldn't help but blush as I looked into his glimmering eyes. I'm his treasure...

I felt the captain hold my hand, and I looked down to see him kneeling.

''May I have this dance, love?'', he asked politely as he softly kissed my hand.

''So now you're acting like a gentleman.'', I teased. ''I'd love to, captain.''

He wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand. ''Call me Arthur.'', he said pulling me a bit closer.

I rested my head on his chest and danced with him for what seemed like an hour, and no one bothered to interrupt us. Most likely because they were either drunk or busy with work. (Why are pirates always drunk in my story??)

Slowly, sunset turned into night. I finally looked up to see the captain slowly falling asleep. I have to admit, he looked adorable while asleep. But then I noticed something more important behind him; I saw a ship heading our direction.

''Arthur, wake up! Arthur?'', I said shaking the captain. He slowly began to flicker open his eyes.

''What? What's wrong? What happened?'', he asked panicked and concerned.

''Look behind you!'', I said pointing towards the ship.

His expression quickly changed. He let go of my hand, and I heard him mumble something about Spaniards under his breath. He yelled instructions to his men, and turned around to face me.

''You're going to have to wait in my headquarters, do not come out till I say so. Now go!'', he yelled at me.

''But aren't I apart of the crew? Why can't I stay?'', I asked furiously.

''Because I don't want you to get hurt!'', he yelled, looking quite angered by my questions.

''Then what use am I here?'', I asked angered.

How come he can get himself hurt trying to protect me, but I can't do the same thing in return?!

As the ship was now clear in sight, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his headquarters, ignoring all my protests.He shut the door and I heard a click.

''Arthur!'', I yelled trying to open the door.

I quickly realized that all my screaming won't do, since it was being blocked out by the yelling of the men outside and the sound of gunshots.

I leaned back against the wall and realized that I'm alone.

There's nothing I can do. There's nothing I could have ever done. I'm completely useless, aren't I?! I began slamming my head into the wall in frustration.

I'm... alone.

This feeling felt familiar, and I quickly remembered the source of it. I couldn't help but think about those memories that gave me nightmares. My anger soon turned into quiet sobs.

What hurt the most was that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I remember all those times being locked up, away from everyone. Then, I realized

I use to be alone. I corrected myself mentally. But now I'm not. And there is something I can do now. I'm not going to let anyone else perish for my own sake, not again.

I wiped away my tears and got up. I looked around to find anything that will help me get out. My eyes quickly focused on the window above the desk. The window is my only option besides the door, so I have to try.

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A/N:

I'm sorry...... I am truly, honestly sorry. I need lessons