Frerard OneShots (finished)

XXXII - Yo-Ho-Ho and A Bottle Of Rum

[this is pretty short but i hope you guys enjoy it even though its not really ship-y but i wanted to write pirates so i wrote pirates]

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"This is strange," Ray muttered, his gaze fixated on the map right in front of him as he leaned on the table.

"And that is what exactly?" Gerard strutted in, fixing the bicorn hat sitting on his black hair. "We've been sailing for a while, when will we arrive?"

"That's the thing," Ray sighed, standing up straight and looking at him, "I don't think the maps are right."

"What?" Gerard scoffed at his advisor. "That's nonsense, the maps are always right." Walking around Ray, Gerard pushed him aside to better look at the maps himself. After a minute of him humming and his gaze flicking over the chart, he waved a hand. "Ray, come over here," the advisor did, "d'you see that?"

"What exactly, Sir?"

"Here," Gerard set his finger down seemingly randomly, "do you not see that?"

Sighing, Ray rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just tell me what you mean, Sir?"

"Look," Gerard tapped his finger on the map a few times, "we should've passed this rock a while ago but we didn't."

"And what about it?"

Squinting his eyes, Gerard spied around the room. "We have a rat on our ship."

Ray raised an eyebrow. "Sir, all due respect, this is nonsense. Why would someone-"

"Think about it," Gerard strutted through the room, arms crossed over his chest, "I, a royal, am traveling to Britain to talk to the Princess and somehow negotiate peace with them. Thus, we would confederate with them and other people would have a harder time to win against us. So they don't want us to arrive there at all."

"And who are they?" Ray inquired, seeing that the Prince wasn't that wrong.

Squinting his eyes once more, Gerard turned to his advisor. Then he whispered, "the Chinese."

Rolling his eyes, Ray couldn't help but sigh. "Sir, we do not have a rat on our ship and we're not being redirected by some 'Chinese' people."

"You don't know that," Gerard pointed a finger at him, "you can't tell me that I'm wrong if you don't have any evidence."

"Well-"

"Prince!" A crew member yelled from the deck. "Prince, you should see this!"

The prince and advisor shot each other a look before both rushed back upstairs. "What is it?" Gerard yelled at the people rushing past him. "Sven? What's happening?"

Sven, a short man with a grey beard and hump, came to a halt and stared at the prince. "There are pirates!" And with that, he ran off again.

"Pirates?" Ray repeated, having listened to the short conversation. "That isn't possible."

A figure landed behind Gerard, a grin on their face. "Oh, is it?" In the next moment, they hit him over the back of the head and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

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The prince woke up due to a massive headache. He groaned, squinting against the bright midday sun. Then, the panic and confusion kicked in as he noticed that he was tied to the lookout stand. Frantically, he tried freeing himself but was not successful.

"Aye," a scratchy voice pulled him out of his thoughts and his head snapped up, looking at the pirate in front of him, "Sleeping Beauty finally woke up, huh?" Provokingly, the stranger tipped the bicorn hat on his head with the tip of his sword up.