(Hello Everyone Grainne_Kirkland here posting my very first fan fiction. This story is Co-Written by Me and my good Friend youtube_n_Anime. We hope you enjoy our story.)
Alfred's eyes widen as a hand hit him roughly in the back of the head. He spit at the man who did so, only to watch him roll his eyes and continue dragging the American along. Alfred didn't think it would come to this. All he had been planning was to steal a few fish from one of the local fisherman's boat, needing them to feed his sickly twin brother. Then, he had seen the pirate's ship. Thinking it was empty, having watched it for some time, and also knowing there would be treasures on it, he had snuck on. With his luck, though, the ship had left port just as he was going to leave and he had immediately been caught as a stowaway. Alfred was thrown forward, at the feet of the ship's captain. He looked up, and braced himself for the worst. Arthur stepped forward, holding the captive down by one foot, his boot covered in wet dirt that clung to the young man's white shirt.
"What do you think you're doing, getting on my ship and having the nerve to try and steal?" Arthur said, his voice low. He pulled out the knife he always kept safe on his belt that fit loosely around his waist. The knife was put close to the stowaway's neck, pushing lightly on the skin, just enough to draw a little bit of blood. "Thought you'd get away with it didn't you?" Alfred, slightly winced, feeling the sharp metal blade against his neck. He looked up into his assailants face and met with one green eye, glistening with malice. The other one was covered up by an eye patch. "I'm sorry, but I needed that food, a lot more than you do!" He said, with a little fear in his voice. Alfred knew that one wrong move with a pirate would cost you your life, and he couldn't let that happen, not when his brother needed him "Aww, really?" Arthur grinned at the powerful feeling of dominance that washed over him, seeing the young man wince beneath him, practically pleading for his life. "Didya work for this food? Doya have an entire crew to feed with it?" Arthur brought his face closer to the stowaway, causing the boy to turn his head away. Arthur frowned at that. "You'd better look a man in the eye when he's talking to ya." The boy flinched as some of the words spat in his face, leaving his cheek a bit wet.
The boy didn't turn his head back, and Arthur moved his knife back. "Or perhaps a knife to your neck is too easy." He positioned the knife to the captive's left eye. "Maybe you'd like to see what I see for a bit?" Alfred's head quickly snapped back up, looking the pirate dead in the eye. His one green eye now shimmering with what looked blood lust. Alfred flinched with fear, but keeper their eyes locked. He could feel his heart racing. He was going to die here...wasn't he? No, he couldn't let that happen, he knew if he died...Matthew would die too...He couldn't let that happen.
The boy kept his eyes locked on Arthur's own. He frowned in irritation. What a stubborn brat. Arthur still saw a spark of fear in the boys eyes as he drew the knife closer. "The silent treatment, eh? No dying last words or a sly line?" Arthur pressured but the boy kept his mouth in a straight line. His eyebrows furrowed as he slipped the knife back in his belt before he kicked the kid forward, landing him face first on hard wood floor. "You've got some nerve kid. What's your name?" Arthur took this opportunity to gain some more information on the stowaway, slowly developing his plan for the boy in his head. Alfred hit the ground with a loud thud, his chin hitting it first, absorbing most of the fall. He closed his eyes waiting for the knife to be plunged into his back but after he heard the pirate speak, he opened them. He furrowed his brow, confused over what just happened. Was he...being spared? Alfred lied there, in bewilderment, for a few seconds until he heard the pirate speak again. "Oi! Ya bloody deaf? Answer me when I ask ya somethin'!" The man growled. Alfred slowly picked himself up off the ground and sat on the ship's floor staring up at the Pirate. "My name is Alfred."
"Alfred, eh?" Arthur grinned. "My names Captain Kirkland. I won't accept anything otherwise. If you do address me as anything but that, forget ya life." The boy continued to stare at Arthur in confusion and awe. "Do ya wish to die?" Arthur spat in the boys direction and he flinched again. He shook his head furiously and Arthur chuckled. "Look, I dunno whatcha wanted on my ship or why ya wanted it, but I've chosen to spare ya." Arthur spoke, kneeling down to the stowaway's height. He knotted his hands in the boys hair and lifted him by it until Arthur's eyes met his. "On one condition. You're gonna be my personal slave from here on out. Got it?" Alfred gulped, but nodded quickly. "Yes...Captain..." The Pirate smirked pridefully and dropped Alfred's head from his grasp. The young man looked down at the floor boards of the ship and starred blankly. What had he just agreed too? He had half a mind to spit in the elder man's face and tell him to fuck off. But he neither had the courage nor the balls to do so. Also he knew if he did, he was done for. He didn't know why the pirate decided spare him, but he was thankful for it. A least now he had a chance to get back to his brother, he just had to figure out how.
"Ah, yes. Excellent choice." Arthur smirked down at him before kicking him to the ground and rolling him to his back where his hands were tied. Arthur removed the knife from his belt and wove it through the rope and cut it into two long strands, throwing them aside before he did the same withe the boys feet. His skin was red and irritated where the rope had been. Arthur stepped back, his knife slipping back into its normal place. The boy stood slowly, trying to gain his balance on the rocking ship and Arthur smiled. "First time being aboard a ship? Ya still gotcha land legs." He chuckled as the boy fell to his knees, almost on cue. Alfred gave an annoyed grumble as he st came to his knees. He took a few seconds to regain his composure, before trying to stand up again, but to no avail. He had only been able to lift one leg up before a small wave hit the ship, causing him to fall over completely into his side. "Damn it..." He mumbled, iratatedly to himself.
Arthur actually laughed at the kid, his legs wobbling beneath him like that of a newborn deer. He walked over to the boy and pulled him to his feet. "Grab my shoulder for support. Ya gotta have ya sea legs before you can be of any use." He said reluctantly. The last thing he wanted was to help this thief. A strong hand gripped his shoulder as he walked forward. "Even as skinny as ya are you have a strong grip, eh? I may putcha on sail duty for a bit." Arthur grinned in approval of his own words. "Of course, that'll be later. Right now I have a job for ya." Arthur opened the door from the room he and Alfred were in and they were immediately met with sea foam spraying in their face, stinging their skin.
Alfred immediately fell to his knees again. "You're a piece of work. I can still kill ya, y'know?" Arthur said, truth in his words. "So ya better getcha shit together." Alfred sighed and made his way back onto his feet, rubbing his eyes which had become irritated by the salt water. It wasn't the movement that got him that time, the foam that hit him the face startled him something good. He had jumped with surprise and lost his footing. He hesitantly reached for the Captain's shoulder, and finally grasped it when the green eyed man gave him an irritated nod of approval. The Captain began to walk forward, and Alfred followed suit, stumbling only occasionally.