The sun rose above the little town, it was morning and the sound of birds and the ocean filled the air. In a room Arthur sprung up from the floor, and looked over at Alfred who was sleeping on the bed next to him. Arthur rubbed his face then got up and walked to the window. He looked out at the people and listened to the sounds. They were so nice and peaceful, but Arthur didn't want that. Arthur hated the place they were staying because it was so peaceful but he did want it so he could keep Alfred away from in danger. Arthur then turned and went over to his Alfred, which he called him his 'little helper', and shook him violently.
"Hey wake up" Arthur said while he let go of the boy. Alfred got up and rubbed his eyes, moaned then fell back onto the bed. "Just awhile longer…" he begged while throwing the blanket back over him. Arthur thought Alfred's plea over and agreed to let him sleep some more. As he sat he thought about Alfred and realized why he didn't want to get up was because that was probably the best bed Alfred's ever been in and all the traveling they have done profusely exhausted the poor boy. On the other hand he knew the traveling will be easier soon because they are going to get his crew from the bar and set sail.
Alfred stirred in the bed trying to fall back to sleep, but it was hard to with the racket from outside; Arthur gave him more time then shook Alfred again. "Wake up, come on, move." Arthur tried to remain calm but he was starting to lose it. "Alfred" he scolded. Alfred was aware that he easily lost his temper. So Alfred got up swiftly and brushed off his clothes. Arthur smirked at Alfred then grabbed his arm leading him out the door onto the dirt roads. Every one walked about the pavilions on the street buying various fruits and odd meats. Even with all the distractions Arthur kept going dragging Alfred behind him till they got to the bar. Once inside Arthur tugged Alfred along and into a dusty room the people looked sharply at Arthur and Alfred wondering who they were and why they were there.
The bar was filled with smoke and groups of people huddled around old tables, half of the people were unconscious and half were on the verge of being. Alfred looked up at the man holding his arm and tugged on his sleeve. The Englishmen looked down at the boy then back up around the room searching for his crew; they were supposed to meet him in the bar. Alfred remembering that he was in safe hands released his grip on the man's sleeve causing the man to also release his arm so they could both move freely.
After a bit of searching the Englishmen and the Boy found the crew who finally came over to them.
"Captain" one of the men spoke while looking at Arthur. Arthur recognized their faces and moved his hand to point out the door then started walking followed by the crew and the tiny boy behind him. They all made their way down the busy dirty road and storming people to the dock were they found a little rowboat. The crew stood looking at the small boat. The captain pointed to the small boat and the crew obeyed. They all got in the small row boat and the crew started paddling not knowing where they were headed, until they saw a boat in the distance that was red and gold. That was the ship they were heading to. Once on board every one gathered aboard the boat and waited for the Captains commands. Arthur grabbed his gun from his belt and held it into the air then fired one shot. "Start working "he shouted at the crew and pointed ahead "This be the heading … now get a move on" he shouted excited to hit the sea again. He calmed down once the sea breeze hit his face, as the boat started moving. Alfred was fine with boats and the sea but he preferred to be in better company then some bar rusty adults. He found a space between some barrels and sat down. The child stayed there and watched the others hustle around doing work ordered by the Captain's enthusiastic words. As day went to night the action on the ship slowed down to a halt and the crew went down to the brig to rest in the hammocks .The captain unlike the crew headed to his quarters that are private and definitely cleaner. Arthur started to head to the room when he froze and wondered were Alfred was, he went down to the deck and found him a sleep between the barrels then lifted him up in his arms.
Alfred was fast asleep and was moving slightly with his dreams. Arthur looked at him with surprise wondering what the small child was thinking about. He carried the small child up the stairs and into the room. The room was lavished with fine drapery and jewels. Also in the room was two bed one smaller than the other. Arthur placed Alfred down and covered him up in blankets. Then went to his bigger bed to rest for the night not noticing no one was on watch.
