Pirate!UK x Reader..The Bonds of Time...Pt 9

Chapter 9-Welcome Aboard The Black Rose!

Your POV

You looked at Arthur with both a confused and concerned expression.

Who in Dragon's name was THEY?

"Arthur." You asked softly. "Who are they?"

BANG! Another wild sound of the outside and a scream from the village. But Arthur still didn't answer you. He was worried.

You could tell by his ghostly pale face. You looked out the window. Your eyes widening as you saw some fire a lit and smoke curling into the night air. Blackening the sky. Arthur was shaking but he was still slipping on his dashing red coat and his smooth brown boots.

You walked up to him as calm as you could, and laid you palm on his shaking shoulder. He nearly jumped and then you said slowly. "Arthur. Tell me." You felt his body slow and stop shaking. "You trust me don't you?" You said in a soothing warm voice.

For a moment he hesitated.

Then at last, he spoke to you. "I'm Cap'n Arthur Kirkland...of the Black Rose."

You felt yourself in time. As it stopped suddenly when he had said Black Rose.

The Black Rose? Your heart pumped wildly. The ship that had a bounty of endless treasures on their heads? The rumored ship that Sailors murmured about in The Paper Lotus? The Ship that was Captained by a man so evil hell even denied him?

That Ship...was Arthur's?

"I'm not like them you know." He said even softer.

"I know." You replied with great warmth and compassion. "I know Arthur...you better."

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Arthur's POV

BANG!

Another cannon shot was blown into the Port and another fit of screams echoed in the distance.

I knew those cannons like the back of my head.

Those screams of ye people.

The shouts of those men.

The breaking of glass. The firing of bullets. The clangs of swords.

It was the Santa Maria.

Spain.

Antonio.

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"Arthur you move away this instant!" _________ screamed furiously trying to reach the door.

I looked at her. Her hair tucked in her sailor's hat. Her old Sailor vest and her long sandy colored boots.

She looked stunning...for wearing a guy's outfit.

But she was still enraged.

"Arthur! I am going to help you whether you like it or not!" She said even more furiously. Her cutlass swinging from the belt on her hip.

"No can do, Lass." I replied still stepping in front of her. "You need to stay here where it's safe!"

"No! I want to go out there. I want to fight and help those villagers!" She protested trying again to reach the door.

"No." I said plainly. "No."

Another blast! And a fit of screams. She silenced.

"Is that the Black Rose?" She asked slightly shaking from the fits of terror outside.

"No." I said solemnly. "That's the Santa Maria."

After a while, I finally got her to stay put. I stormed out of the cottage dodging some more bullets as I approached the Village square.

It was hell.

Fire everywhere. Screams of mothers carrying their crying children, and Antonio's deadly pirates swarming the shores...looking for me.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I ducked under a sword and stabbed my opponent with my cutlass.

It was all my fault. If I had left sooner, Antonio wouldn't be searching and killing these people. I have endangered everyone. Including....__________.

Her image flew into my mind as I remembered her sweet angelic voice, her kind hospitality, it was because of her I didn't die of Antonio's stabs in my side.

My eyes suddenly went red. I felt anger.

How dare he hurt _________'s village! How dare he step foot onto these shores again! How dare he send his men to hunt for me! Cap'n Arthur Kirkland of these seas! How dare he!!!

The curse. I felt it pumping me. And then...it consumed me.

I sliced every of Antonio's sailors I could find. With all my anger and frustration. Oddly, I couldn't control myself again. But these monsters deserved it. They may have Saint in their ships name, but they were more demons from hell than saints!

Suddenly, I heard that same voice.

"Hola Amigo. Ran away again?"

I spun around. "Antonio." I hissed.

"That's right my fellow Cap'n. You think your all hot and everything but your nothing but a stupid excuse for a pirate!" He lept at me charging for my head. I remembered all those countless battles. All those nights. All those pain.

I fought. And with my curse...when I fight hard I fight.

We both hissed into each other. Slicing the air with each blow.

"You devil!" I cried madly. Stabbing for his side. He only gave me a sly evil grin. Another slap as he cut through a part of my sleeve. A sharp pain flooding in the side of my right arm.

"You've gotten soft you Brit." Antonio laughed menacingly. "What? Gato got your toungue?"

I cut at him again. Slicing a part of his leg.

"No you Bloody git!" He jumped a barrel as we locked swords with each other. Fire raging around us.

I was engulfed in blinding heat. Scorching and burning my skin. But the curse pushed me on. As if it told me to not stop until Anotonio was dead.

He smiled in the fire like the devil. Suddenly, lunging at me curling his blade spin it and locking the metals together with each clang. Pushing my more stumbling into the fire. I got up my clothes dusted in ash.

But he nimbly parried my cutlass to the side.

And for that moment. That one dreadful moment. I watched my sword fling out of my grasp piercing the earthy village ground. Fire ablaze all around me.

Shoot. I was toast...literally.

"The devil..."I cursed searching for my pistol on my belt but I had left it back at the cottage. With great dark satisfaction, Antonio held his sword by my neck causing two drops of blood to pour onto it.

"No more tricks Amigo?" He cackled laughing.

I hated when he did that.

I was soon as dead. I was gone. Never to see _________ face again. Never to be enlightened by her joy and happiness. Antonio laughed even more.

"That's sad. Great Britain didn't even get a girl before he died!"

And then out of nowhere.

BANG!

A bullet fired piercing through Antonio's blade knocking it to the side.

__________.

Holding a smoking pistol in her hand...and god, was she gorgeous.

"Actually," I smirked to him as his eyes were wide in surprise. "I do. And she's right over there."

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Your POV

"Arthur!" You cried concerned racing down the hill. "C'mon we have to leave now." I said grabbing him out of the ashes as he grabbed his sword.

"Not so fast." You whipped around. That stupid Spainiard from the bar.

"Ah so...Great Britain did find a chika did he now?" The Captain in the Lush green jacket grinned wildly, but I saw that hint of malice in his eyes. "My my...she's a beauty isn't she Britain. May I keep her?" He had a fool's grin plastered on him face, his eyes locked on you like you were being hunted. Arthur stepped infront of you.

"You Wanker! You keep wour damn Bloody hands off of her!" But the Spainiard only smiled more naughtily.

"I don't think so Britain." You felt a chill down your spine. You weren't some prize for these people! Arrogant men! As Britain and Spain began to lock positions you assumed the worst. When suddenly....CRACK! Spain's head was hit by the handle of another cutlass.

"Oi, what ye doing here Arthur?"

It was a man with a jug of whiskey in his hand and a smirk on his face. Wild red hair and green eyes, a Scottish accent...and wait? Were those fuzzy eyebrows too?!?

"Oh good lord." Groaned Arthur. Then he turned to the man. "Alistair where is she?"

"By ye ports." This man, Alistair smiled. "She is a pretty lass ain't she?" He smiled glancing at Britain.

"Oh you wanker shut up!" Arthur replied. YOu looked at both of them in confusion.

"C'mon __________." Arthur hurried to you. "We have to go."

You looked at him in surprise as the three of you hurried to the docks.

"Where Arthur?" You asked.

The two pirates grinned to each other like brothers.

"The Black Rose of course."