Screams erupted from my village. I ran as fast as I could leaving my father and grandfather behind. But they were strong they would be ok... I hoped. Then I heard it. My fathers voice scream in pain. I ignored my grandfathers words and made a U-turn for the village. I pulled the sword I had around my wast and got ready to fight. I saw my village getting ransacked by pirates. One had his sword in my fathers face. My father's leg was bleeding harshly. My grandfather busy I knew it way my turn to get drenched in blood. The pirate before me had messy blond hair that was all in his face. He had an eye patch over his left eye. His eye was emerald green. He wore a red pirate outfit on. "OI!" I yelled at him, he turned to me and smirked.
"Well of it isn't Princess Lauran!" He said with a thick British accent. I aimed my sword at him ready to fight.
"Let my father go!" I yelled at him, he chuckled.
"I don't want him." He smiled deviously. "I want you!" He said as he lunged at me. I blocked him with my sword. Out weapons clashed and had I been paying attention I would have seen the man behind me. But I didn't and even if I had it wouldn't have made a difference. The man grabbed me from behind making me drop my sword. I screamed at the top of my lungs trying to get away. I kicked and did but he held on to tightly. The blond man came up to me and took hold of my chin with his thumb and forefinger. He lifted my face up and looked at me dead in the eyes. His emerald eyes looking into my vary soul. He smirked and turned to my father and grandfather who both sit covered in blood.
"She's a beautiful girl." He smirked, "she makes a fine trophy. And heaven knows that if I could I'd keep her as my own little doll. But the thing is I'm broke. This little princess is worth a lot in the black market. A lot of people would pay big bucks for a princess as their slave." He chuckled to him self. "But I can understand that you need her on the island. If you want her back then come to the black market auction alone. If you are the top bidders she's yours." He took me from the man holding me and flung me over his shoulder. "Oh and the names Kirkland. Captan Arthur Kirkland." He smirked and started back to the ship.
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Livin' Like a Pirate
FanfictionArthur Kirkland. The youngest pirate captan yet at the same time the most feared. At 18 he has been able to make a name for himself. Every one that's every caught a glimpse at him will tell you he is satin's right hand man. He's a heartless beast th...