My screams could be heard from across the island as the ship began to sail off away from my home, my family, my people. Arthur walked as I pounded on his back as hard as I could. As we past some of the others on the ship stopped to stare at the fuss I was making. The second he walked into a room I was thrown on a wall and the door was slammed shut. The next thing I knew was he was towering over me his hands stoping me from running away. He had pinned me to the wall of what looked like his quarters. There was a bed and a desk and a shelf of book. Arthur sighed, "You truly are quite a hand full." He said as he let out a dry chuckle. He lowered his voice and whispered "I swear if you don't do as I say when I say it you just may not make it to the black market in one peace." He smiled. Horror ran up my spine in the form of a chill. Before he could utter another word I pulled out my dagger I always had hidden in my bra. I pointed it at his good eye.
"And I swear that if you don't take me home right now there gonna be called you 'No Eyes the Pirate.'" I threatened, a smirk formed on his face and then he erupted in a laugh.
"You sure are the bold one aren't you?" He grabbed my wrist and held it up over my head on the wall. I struggled to at lest stab his hand but to no avail. He took the dagger out of my hand with his free hand. He then chucked the dagger at the door and it stuck in so far I don't think it will every be retrieved. He smirked at me. "My dear. The reason you may have never heard of me is because people are to scared to even mutter my name."
"I'd be afraid to mutter your god awful too." I hissed right back. Before I could even register his hand went across my face in one swift and painful movement. Oh now I was mad. Scratch that. I was down right pissed at this guy. So I did what any self respecting princess would do. I kicked that git in the nuts as hard as humanly possible. He dropped to the floor and I made a run for it. But when I got past a few open doors I was grabbed by a normal sized man. He had blond hair that wasn't as messy as Arthur but it was sort of every where. He even had a little cow lick popping out. He had deep blue eyes hiding behind glasses that any woman could just get lost in. Any woman but me of course. I struggled to get from his grip. "Hey Arti! Your little princess is messed up. What did you do?" He called, Arthur then walked over to him.
"My name is Arthur, Alfred! And to answer your previous question. I put the brat in her place." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Go take her to Yao." He said and walked off. The man holding me, Alfred, let go and gently took my hand.
"Your name is Alfred?" I asked,
"Yep!" He said happily, there was a long silence until he broke it. "You know Arti isn't as bad as he seams. You just have to get past that's hard she'll of his." I didn't reply we just continued walking until we got to another room. He knocked and went in. Inside there were two men. One was tall with long blond hair and light blue eyes. The other was just as tall with long dark brown hair and amber-ish eyes. "Hey Yao! Can you fix up little um..."
"Lauren." I replied,
"Alright." Said the brunet, he had a think Chinese accent.
"Well I better get going." Said the blond who had a French accent. He then left. Alfred left as well leaving me with who I presumed was Yao.
"So go ahead and sit." He said gesturing to his bed. I sat down with my hands on my legs and my head down. The next thing I knew there was a cold hand on my neck which sent chills down my spine. He pulled the shoulder of my black top down and put his hand to my shoulder blade. I hissed in pain. I looked to see blood. It must have been from the fight on the island. He moved my long black hair out the way to get a better look. After he patched me up he took me to the dining room where a few others were. One had blond hair with a curl sticking out and blue eyes that his behind glasses. I found his name was Matthew, he was Canadian. Then the French blond from before's name was Francis. Then there was a girl that had bleach blond hair and aqua green eyes. Her name was Sofia. They, unlike their captan, are really nice people. But they all say the same thing about Arthur, you have to get to know him.
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Livin' Like a Pirate
FanfikceArthur 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...