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Chapter Seven
"YOU- YOU'RE COUNTRIES!"
Silent overcame the whole crew. The only sound that could be heard was the roaring of the wild waves crashing against the boat.
Allister chuckled, attempting to dry away the awkwardness.
"Ahaha, keep on working men, she's probably gone 'sane due to hunger issues... Or somethin'."
(Name) stood there, unable to say something to defend herself whilst Allister, Jett and Peter dragged her to an unoccupied room.
"You mustn't tell anyone about this, (Name)." The Scot spoke softly. The blonde of the trio nodded in agreement.
"SO IT IS TRUE? I'M NOT CRAZY AFTER ALL!" (Name) yelled. She clamped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry."
"Indeed, 'tis true." Jett told. "We're all countries- well, except for HIM." He pointed to the little blonde boy.
"HEY-"
Allister managed to shut them up. He grabbed (Name)'s hand. "Just promise me that you won't tell anyone about this."
"But why?"
Allister sighed and whispered quietly.
"It's something that can put our life on the line."
KABOOM!
A loud sound filled the air, the ship slowly rocked to one side as something made impact. The girl looked out of the window, looking at the direction where Arthur was standing. She could see fear running through his emerald orbs. Allister and Jett sprinted out of the room, towards the deck of the ship, (Name) and Peter followed.
The Australian climbed up the crow's nest and snatched the rusty old binoculars off his koala.
"BLOODY HELL, ARTIE, YOU BETTER TAKE A LOOK AT THIS."
Arthur climbed up to Jett. Without a minute of hesitance, he grabbed the binoculars from his brother, completely eager to see what lies between them and the waves of the big blue ocean. "F*CK, THEY'RE HERE", He furrowed his eyebrow and quickly headed down to the deck to order his men. A flash of blue, white and red flew in the sky and (Name) could easily point out that it a new French ship had come to accompany them.
"I'm guessing the mastermind behind this doing is a country called, 'France?'"
The Brit nodded.
He stood on a box and grouped his men. He gave orders to most of them to load the canons. He ordered the rest to keep their weapons close to them in case of invasion, which according to him, probably wouldn't happen. He ordered (Name) to stay in his bedroom so that she'd be safe, she refused.
"I don't have time for your childishness, go to the bedroom stay there. Now's not the time to be arrogant."
"I'm not a child, I don't need your rules to keep me safe, I can fend for myself, you know?"
Arthur rolled his eyes and left her, left (Name) alone with the companionship of Peter. The boy gripped tightly onto (Name)'s hand.
"I-I'm scared, (Name)." He cried, she stroked his soft blonde hair in reassurance. "It's gonna be fine."
The enemy steered closer towards the English's ship. Allister hurried down to (Name) and shoved her and Peter into the room they held their previous discussion in.
(Name) sighed and tugged on Allister's shirt. "Please be careful, Allister.." She told, her hands trembled. Allister gave the girl a small cuddle. "Aye, I promise. But if the French invade the ship, keep quiet and do not make a noise." The scot chuckled and ruffled Peter's hair who now was crying. "Stop crying 'ya big baby. You embarrass me." He smiled as he left, leaving (Name) and Peter in the darkness of the room. The only light visible came from the gaps of a barricaded window. The place they are in must have been the storage room for food. Secretly, (Name) prayed for the safety of her new friends especially Arthur. She felt deep respect for him. Also to be known as a crush, but (Name) too oblivious to even realise what her feelings were. Peter snuggled close to (Name)'s chest, she sighed.
"I just hope nothing goes wrong, Peter."
"Hopefully."
Suddenly a loud agonising scream pierced (Name)'s ears. Her eyes widened and in curiosity she took a peek out the window that was barricaded by planks of wood. Out she could see in the deck was a tall, blonde, nonetheless a quite handsome man. He had a stubble and the most fabulous hair but (Name) couldn't care less. The man held a gun in one hand and pointed it towards the Brit. Arthur. (Name) screamed and kicked the door open, rushing out onto the deck of the ship. She ignored the other wounded men, her main focus was on Arthur.
"YOU IDIOT! Nngh.. YOU'LL GET KILLED." He cried, his right hand placed over the wound located right underneath his left ribcage. This sent the peculiar looking man to turn his head- his attention now on her. He sneered. "Ah, mon cheri, this is certainly not a time or place for a woman." He spoke through his thick obvious French accent.
She kicked him in the walis ting ting [1] before she assisted Arthur up. The french clenched his thingy and ordered some of his men after her. The girl grabbed Arthur's sword and laid him down next to a sturdy chest to support him. She climbed up the shrouds and clambered back down, confusing her new enemies. (Name) could sense a man behind her. He was armed. Swiftly, she jabbed him in the stomach and pulled the blood-stained sword out. Allister and Jett gawked in awe as they continued fighting. No one can stop her now. She was filled with blood-lust. Arthur groaned. The French sighed and decided to join . By the time he reached her, she had already wounded a majority of his men. On the other hand, she was covered in bruises and scratches.
The French took a break from the chase and sat down next to Arthur. "Okay, now i'm scared."
Arthur sneered through his heavy breathing. "You better be, Francis."
Jett tripped over, his ankle now twisted, a pair from the French's vessel cornered him, pointing their sharp edges at the tip of his neck. Allister came over to assist his brother, only to find himself too, cornered.
It was all up to (Name) now. For she was the last ray of hope that the pirates had. After she finished with her round, she picked up another sword on the way and held it on the other hand. She ripped her skirt until it was about six centimeters off knee-length, which of course only scored her a few nosebleeds from the watching audience.
Accidentally, she had swiped her swords too fast, causing her weapons to accidentally slice the nape of her enemies' necks. She apologized several times to their now lifeless corpses before helping her comrades, Allister and Jett up.
(( Who the hell knows where Peter is at the moment? ))
Suddenly two unwanted hands slid beneath chin, she felt a dagger sinking slowly into her skin. "Tsk tsk, Quel dommage. What a shame." He whispered into her ear. Jett and Allister jumped in Alert, pointing their weapons towards Francis.
"Put the weapons down, boys or It'll be her life for the taking." He smirked victoriously. She balled her fist. "DON'T LITSEN TO HIM, GO AND AVENGE ENGLAND! GO AND AVENGE THAT BASTARD!"
All this ranting going on, yet the boys didn't dare to move a muscle. All for the reason that they didn't want (Name), the only girl that they both cherished, to be hurt by Francis. They surrendered to the French. Francis sneered. He knew now that he was victorious. He tied (Name)'s hands together by a rope covered in blood. She jerked.
"Stop resisting, mon cher, It'll cost you three important men."
(Name) froze. She stopped. Francis smiled and turned to his friend. "Did you get him?"
"Oui."
The girl could hear someone's boots clicking on the wooden floorboards. She looked up. Gilbert. It was the bast*rd that left her for her sister. He smiled, "Guten nacht, (Name)."
.The.Whole.World.Suddenly.Blacked.Out
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