Please read this before going on: This prologue was written after I had written the first chapter...so it is rushed and not very detailed, but I promise the other chapters will be oozing with detail.
"Hey Arthur!" The girl smiled as she talked on her cellphone and walked through the streets of New York, going over to the airport to go to Arthur's house, out of a whim. She smiled at her plan, it was simple but yet an awesome way to annoy the crap out of him.
The man on the other line groaned "Hello, Alison, what do you want?" He said tiredly, scratching his head, and moving the sheets out of the way so he could sit on the edge of his bed, he rubbed his eyes, waiting for her to answer.
The girl couldn't find her words she was so excited she blubbered something out so fast, not even the most hip up to date valley girl could understand her.
The Brit blinked "What was that?" He asked airily, confused and partially spacing out.
The girl sighed, rolled her eyes and slowed down "How. About. We. Hang. Out. Tonight." She said as slowly as she can sliding her pilot's card to get into the New York airstrip and run to her …well her brother, Alfred's world war one Hanriot HD.3, a fighter plane given to Alfred by Francis during the war but Alfred made some minor safety adjustments over the years…the gun at the back was taken off and Alfred had it repainted and parts renewed and fixed…the girl loved that plane. She hopped into it and sat in the cockpit, lounging lazily in it.
The Brit blinked and groaned slightly "Alison, it's barely three in the morning"
The girl pouted and huffed "Fine. Don't let me come over. Old man, I knew you wouldn't be up for it" She smirked at her nickname of the Brit.
The Brit grumbled and leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked out into the dark morning "Two things Alison, one I'm not a bloody old man and second It's barely morning over here, you idiot" He groaned and stood up and went to look out his window at the light morning rain.
"It's morning over here too…I let Alfred sleep, I wanted to come by the airport and fly over to your house"
He sighed "Alison, Like I said, it's morning…god it surprises me how dense you can be…" He chuckled slightly at her arrogance.
She gasped, offended "You jerk!" She huffed and leaned further back in the seat "…wait, so that means I can come?! You're the best, Artie!" She giggled and hung up before he had a chance to say anything.
Alison smiled at herself as she flew over to Arthur's house, it being five in the evening she figured it'd be a good time to go over to his house now. She yawned as she flew over the Atlantic Ocean and flew into London, she smiled tiredly as she flew through the rain pelting on her aviator cap as she saw Big Ben's silhouette and saw the yellow light emitting from the giant clock she flew by and saw the airport waving her in, she flipped a few switches and started her descend, pushing hard on the wheel to bring it to a crawl before she hit the pavement and stopped her plane, hopping out and pulling her jacket closer to her as five men pushed the plane into a garage for the night.
Alison then began to walk to Arthur's house, nine-thirty as she knocked on his door, she heard shuffling then the door squeaked open, the blonde Brit blinked, not expecting her over so early in the evening, they stood there for a minute before Arthur looked at her, and gestured into the house, "Won't you come in?" He asked, stepping aside to let her in. She zoomed in and stripped off her soaked-to-the-bone coat and threw her hat onto the couch before plopping on it herself, putting her feet up onto the coffee table and sighing "Ah~"
The Brit rose an eyebrow "Do you mind getting your dirty boots off my clean table?" He said with a bit of irritation at her.
She looked up at him, bored as she rubbed the dirt further into the table, looking directly at him when doing so, just to piss him off.
Arthur looked at her, amazed, he walked over, picked up her feet and set them back on the carpet, "…What did you come over here for again?"
Alison shrugged "I'm not sure…to bug you I guess…wait!"
He looked up "What?"
"You still have that pirate room right?" She sounded excited as she almost jumped out of her seat to go explore as she looked anxiously at Arthur.
He stuttered "Wh-What?! How did you know about that roo- no I do not, Alison"
She furrowed her eyebrows at him and huffed "C'mon, please~?"
He shook his head "No."
She sighed and got up, running around the house, trying to find the hidden room, she looked at every dent in every wall, trying to find that crease that would open as a door. Her hands ran across the smooth eggshell wall of Arthur's bedroom hallway, she stopped when she felt a crevice in the shape of a small door; she smiled to herself and whispered "Bingo!" Her hands fumbled with trying to get it open and she slid the small door aside and she crawled through the small opening to reveal an enormous room with multiple chests, coats, portraits, swords, pistols, tons of pirate memorabilia from when her past mentor was the ruler of the seven seas and the biggest punk known to the world.
She gasped at all of the paintings and things, she touched everything, it looked so old…she could see why Arthur was so proud of his pirate days, he has enough gold in this room to not have to pay his bills for decades! Why doesn't he? She kept snooping about, faintly hearing the Brit call her name. She scrambled from her spot and closed the door from the inside, she sighed in relief and kept looking, she saw a small chest, smaller than the rest, curious she opened it to reveal a magic wand, a black piece of wood with a golden star on top, she giggled "Out of all the things he could have kept he chose this?!" She laughed and picked it up to look at it more, unaware that a light yellow mist was forming around her.
Within moments of sitting in that mist, Alison realized that she was getting light headed and soon enough she collapsed onto the floor, being swept away into the past.
Alison yawned as she sat up and stretched, she looked around the room, everything looked brand new, every single article of pirate clothing, every map she was around the room, perfect, as if they were bought yesterday. She blinked as her eyes flickered around the room, at everything glitter-y and shiny, the windows shown bright rays of sunlight through them, and the room rocked, odd, she wouldn't think that it would rock she glanced back to the door, the sound of boots clomping on wood catching her attention, she dove behind a wood chest and waited.
The door opened and a man in a navy blue velvet coat, with white cuffs and a black captains hat with feathers pluming from the right side of it and white pants, and from what Alison could see, black water tight boots. The man sighed heavily and growled to himself as he laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling above him "You're just going to sleep, Arthur, Ally can take care of the crew, you deserve a break" He talked to himself.
Wait, did Alison hear right? Arthur?! She peaked above the chest to look at the man, sure enough it was him, and she gulped "Oh no…" She mouthed how did I get back in time?! She wondered, in awe as she ducked back behind the chest, maybe if I be really quiet maybe he won't see if I slip out…Alison thought as she knelt as far down as she could and walked very slowly and low to the ground, softly making the boards under her moan in protest from her weight.
The pirate looked up from his bed, a wench practically crawling out of his room, he rose an eyebrow, and sat up slowly, he peered at the girl, was there really a girl in his room? He didn't remember bringing one back to the ship, last he recalled he was trading with an inn keeper owner back in town, he remembered seeing a sandy blonde lass that worked there, possibly the inn keepers daughter, maybe this was her. "Lass." He said, peering at the back of the girls head.
Alison froze, and she waited a minute before starting to walk again.
The pirate was getting annoyed, the girl was refusing to look at him, more or less still try to leave, maybe she was deaf, "Lass." He said again, more forceful and his voice demanding more of an answer.
Alison froze again and turned around slowly to face him, not wanting to look him in the eyes she looked at everything in the room, not wanting to mess with the time-space-continuum and such scientific things like that.
Arthur looked at her, confused again, but mostly annoyed with her, deliberately disobeying his orders, he growled slightly before sitting up, and leaning in closer to look at her, her sandy blonde hair falling over her shoulders, onto a type of overcoat that looked odd to him, dyed leather and what looked like some sort of animal fur along the collar, he rose an eyebrow at what was fastened around her waist, blue knickers, but in a strange texture, his eyes flashed back at her face, blue sapphires darting away from him, he looked at her, sitting up closer to her.
Washington D. C. was beating so hard, Alison felt like she was going to pass out from so much blood being pumped through her veins, she looked away at a map, eyes peering into her cheek, making her red, as she kept looking away, she heard a shift in the bed sheets and she looked at him, briefly , emerald green watching her curiously and barely three inches from hers. She looked away, quickly.
The pirate growled at her, why does she insist on being so difficult?! He grabbed her chin forcefully making her look at him "Look at me, wench" he hissed at her.
She winced, keeping her eyes shut as she felt him pull her face closer to his, his breath hot on her cheek, sending shivers up her spine.
He kept staring into her shut eyes "Look. At. Me." he repeated as he looked at her, his eyes peering at her, waiting for an answer.
Alison kept quiet, as her thoughts raced one side of her wanting to follow orders to not get hurt and in major trouble the other side wanting to ignore him, to conceal her identity and stay in the dark, as to not hurt the future.
The pirate was getting more annoyed, he grabbed her by her sandy blonde hair and threw her onto his bed "Oi! Ye answer when I'm tolkin tah ye!" He spat at her, crawling on top of her, pinning her to the mattress, "Open yer eyes lass, my patience is runnin' thin" He growled, his face just inches from hers.
She breathed heavily, and opened an eye barely squinting at him "Y-Yes sir" She said, and opened her eyes fully to gaze at him, she couldn't believe it, a man who once ruled almost the whole world, who was such an incredible punk, from what she could tell, could turn into such a stick-up-his-ass, formal, boring, old geezer.
He rose an eyebrow at the girl, her eyes were open, that's a start, he smirked at her "Now, wench, 'ow did ye ge' here" he questioned.
She looked away from him for a second "G-Get off of me, a-and I'll tell you" she looked at the door.
He looked at her and glared, leaning closer to her "Ye don't give me orders, I be dah captain of this ship, wench" He traced her cheek, smirking.
She closed her eyes again "Pl-Please?"
"If yer plannin' on runnin' away, ye won't get too far, me men can grab ye so fast ye won't know wot happened" He whispered hotly into her ear, his smirk still visible.
She gulped, the hair on her neck standing up on their ends, how can he get this so close to me without gagging, I mean I thought my McDonald's aroma would be enough to keep him a comfortable distance between us. She thought as he kept breathing on her neck, not moving like she asked.
The pirate groaned and sat up, "A'right lass, if ye answer me questions, I'll let you get off me boat, savvy?"
She nodded "Yes sir"
He nodded to himself and got off of her, sitting next to his newly stuffed pillows, he sat lazily and looked at her, still laying, he chuckled slightly "Wot ah ye doin' lass, I told ye dat ye could get up, didn't I?"
She propped herself up on her elbows "No, you didn't…" She mumbled and looked away from him before sitting up and getting a bit more comfortable on his bed.
"Now…Who ah ye, lass?" He asked, leaning toward her.
Alison bit her lip, "I…I can't tell you" She shifted uncomfortably, the sheets moving under her.
He rose eyebrow "And why not?" He leaned more towards her.
She looked at the sheets and twirled the fine material in her fingers, "Because…it will affect the future"
His eyebrow went further up his forehead at this "Dah future…'ave ye been drinkin' dah sea water, lass?"
She grimaced and looked at him, utterly disgusted "No, Why would I do that?!" She shook her head and cleared her throat, "No, I have not"
"Den 'ow did ye get 'ere?" His head tilted at her, if the girl was mad you might think she should be a bit more jumpy, jumping around his cabin and trying to read his palm, like the gypsies in the Caribbean and she looked like she meant business at the least.
Alison blinked at him "U-Um…I found this wand" She said, maybe is she is very undescriptive about how it happened she might not alter the future for forever.
He blinked, "A'right, and?" A wand? Why a wand? Whose wand?!
"I was playing around with it, at your- someone's house, and somehow I got here…" She looked away from him, red tinting her face.
He tilted his head, confused Why would I send myself a wench? I mean, if she was at my house and somehow she ended up here then why? Hmmm... He thought, looking her over, he bit his lip hard, he wanted to do so many things to her, but he was too annoyed at everything to jump at the chance. Blood ran down from his lips across his jaw line and down his neck, slowly and disappearing into the stitched cotton of his collar. He looked at her "A'right, maybe if ye tell me dah exact story maybe I could help ye." He said, his teeth moving away from the slick surface of his bottom lip.
Alison looked at him, debating whether or not to tell him, blood running down his neck, she looked at him, an eyebrow arched and eyes swimming with curiosity, Am I really making him that nervous? She asked herself "B-But I have no idea what that will do to the future…" She mumbled the looked away at the soft bed sheets clenched in her hand.
He looked at her and smirked softly, "Well, den 'ow can I help ye get back, if ye don't tell me dah exact things ye went through, lass?"
She shivered "O-Okay, I-I'll tell you" She looked at him, took a deep breath and explained from the time she got to Arthur's house to now.
During the hour she was telling it, The captain was watching her, only half listening and examining her hair, how it moved when she was talking, how her hands moved as well, how she shifted gently on his bed to get more comfortable every once in a while, how her figure perceived a perfect hourglass shape, but she was not wearing a corset under her tight cotton shirt, she was not properly dressed, oh well, easier to undress her. The way her sapphire eyes looked directly into his, when he was actually paying attention to her story. Her lips, how they moved on each syllable, how gentle and light, how soft they looked. The captain couldn't stand it any longer, he sat up more and leaned over, kissing the wench softly, as to not pierce them with his strong bite.
Alison blinked at him, moving quickly away from him she stood from the bed, stunned and tried to run out of the room, leaving her bomber jacket behind and her spaghetti straps, she heard footsteps behind her, hard and heavy as a rough sea stained hand grabbed her arm "Oi, lass, where d'ya dink yer goin?" She turned around and met green eyes with the pirate captain again, he smirked at her terrified, captured expression and she jerked as hard as she could from his hand then booked it for the door then to the deck, she heard shouting behind her, but didn't care as she ran faster and faster then jumped, high off the side of the boat and landed in the rough waves of the crashing sea on the dock.
The pirate ran to the side of the boat, smirking "If she has a tattoo like that , she'll be back, she'll be back" He nodded and turned back to his chambers.