The Pirate Prince *Larry Stylinson*

Captain Clifford

Remember it gets edited from straight version, Forgive the mistakes.

Chapter 40

With a scowl, the dark haired man sighed, "I honestly didn't want to waste anymore bullets on you than I did for Captain Styles, but you're more annoying than I thought you'd be. I'm sure if I sell you with a shot leg, you'll still be worth a lot. And maybe some other things..."

Louis sat, gaping at the man, shock, and mortification. He opened his mouth to protest and shout, but before he could, he watched as the man's fingers moved toward him.

"Get down!"

Louis didn't have time to give anything but a gasp in complete and total surprise as his whole body was grabbed and swung to the left powerfully right as the sound of a gunshot rang through the air.

The voice that had commanded him was too familiar and sent immediate chills throughout his once quivering body.

With his eyes opened, Louis was able to see the front of the neck that he'd just been feeling for temperature not too long ago and the sight of Harry's pale, moving neck had never once been as a big a relief as it was now.

Harry hissed out in aggravation as his arms still held Louis close to his body; his green eyes were trained on the man that had fired the shot who was currently watching at Harry in nothing short but mortification.

"Harry!" Louis found himself exclaiming, happiness and relief overtaking a majority of the disclosure within his tone. His mind completely ignored the situation they were in to lean his head to Harry' chest.

Harry didn't spare him a glance, his gaze still focused on the enemy that still had his pistol pointed in their direction.

"Y-you shouldn't be alive." The man stuttered out in clear fear right as Harry allowed his arms to let go of Louis and instead push himself up from the ground.

The pirate captain scoffed while he straightened out his coat, irritation clearly seen on his facial features, "Neither should you and yet you still pathetically stand in my presence like a child who just learnt to hold a gun for the first time."

"You mock me but if I remember right, I was the one who had your face first in the dirt a few seconds ago! Don't think I won't shoot you again, Styles!"

"You can try," Harry simply remarked and at the very moment, Louis found himself wincing at the unexpected ring of a gun going off along with the straggled shout of pain that erupted from the man's mouth as he slid to the ground, his hand dropped his gun to the floor as both his hands moved to grasp his thigh that was slowly beginning to stain with dark red.

Louis's hand moved to his mouth in shock at the sudden change in atmosphere of the situation while Harry took the chance to shoot once more, this time his bullet apparently hit the male's other leg.

"But I doubt you will." The pirate captain finished in a rather bored tone right after he began approaching where the man now sat on the ground, his hands at his wounds painfully.

The royal anxiously began to pick himself up from the floor and watched from afar as the young pirate captain brought his cutlass out from his side and drove it into the same spot where he'd first shot the man in the lower limb.

The sight was enough to make Louis want to gag especially with the amount of blood that was now beginning to stain at the man's once dingy light brown trousers.

He watched back as Harry leaned forward and downward until both he and the older man were face to face, "From what I heard between you and the Prince and common sense, I can assume that you were given a lead on our whereabouts from someone. My only questions to you are who sent you, why did they send you. Answer now and I'll kill you as painlessly as possible."