Pirate!Hetalia X Pirate!Reader - To Kill a King

Chapter 4 - Arrival

  It was early in the morning when someone had roughly shaken you awake, you turned and glared at the person to soon find Elora hovering above you. After a long night of making several dishes for the Vargas brothers, all you wanted to do was sleep. You were exhausted just looking for your sister, but yesterdays activity surprisingly took a toll on you. You're used to working long hours; you even managed to survive a week without sleep once, running on nothing but rum and whiskey.

        "Ugh, what is it?" You turned back to your original position as you asked groggily.

        "Sis, you have to get up, we've arrived." She said hurriedly.

        Hearing this, you shot up out of bed with a jolt. Scrambling out of bed, you pulled on a boot, drawing the second one up as you reached the main deck. Your crewmates were busy preparing for the grand arrival. As they all hummed a toon and exchanged banter with a skip in their step, you can tell they were all very excited.

        You unconsciously let out a light chuckle as you watched the sight before you, "Alright lads! Today is the day, so sharpen your swords and load your guns, cause' there is a chance you lots will be fighting in the pits! You hear me!"

        They all roar in response, and a sense of pride swelled in your chest. You were a famed Captain, 'son' of the once great (Father's name), you had to look the part, and so, you made your way to your quarters to change. A few moments later, you had been seen wearing your casual look, to being dressed in a professional privateer complimented with the most refined weapons by your side. You wore your long (colour) coat accompanied with intricate designs outlined in gold. The jacket stopped at your knees, covering half of your brown breaches. After tucking the ends of your trousers into your black leathered boots, you tied back your locks. You had decided to wear your (colour) hat lined in gold and silver, with feathers falling off to the side. 

        Once you were satisfied with your attire, you step out of your cabin to be immediately be greeted by Feliciano. 

        "Ciao Bella ragazza~!" He opened his arms for a hug, but you stopped him.

        Hushing him, you clapped a hand over his mouth. "Shut your trap Vargas you're too loud!"

        "Scusa Capitano..." (sorry captain) He mumbled through your hand, but you were clear on what he said.

        Nodding your head, you chuckle at his response, "just be a little more careful next time." You say ruffling his hair.

        Feliciano beams as he replies in his native tongue, "Non-dimenticherò, Capitano!!" (I will not forget, captain!) He salutes.

        "Oi! Chico!" Antonio interrupts, "Bring back my mate!" You turned to the Spaniard's voice as he angrily waves his arms to grab your attention.

You lightly push Felicano in the direction of Antonio's vessel, "Better get going kid, I don't want my culo (ass) to be chewed out by that Spaniard."

Felicano only laughs at your comment, "Ve~! Me neither-" He turns to Antonio before running towards him, "Coming!"

        After he retreats to his Captain's ship, you make your way to the wheel. The four Caravel ships including yours, sail their way towards the Lerwick Port Authority. The harbour was lined with many other vessels surrounding its edge. The port you were docking at was an island just above Britain and Scotland, and it had been abandoned for a few decades now. It was the perfect place to hide from the British navy; it also wasn't considered as a well-known place to be visited by outsiders either. But in the distance, you saw a massive coliseum which had the classical architecture of Greece and Rome in the eighteenth century. It stuck out like a sore thumb, and the building itself separated from everything else, It was merely eye-catching.