Why hello there. This is my first fanfiction so please be nice :D
Hetalia belongs to Himaruya. But the c**p pirate speak belongs to me…
The ship harshly groaned and creaked as it was slung along the rough waves of the sea. Buckets of rain beating down, threatening to fill the ships lower quarters and damage any goods that weren't safely stacked away. Thunder sounded from far off in the distance; as if changing its mind whether or not to come closer and inspect the ship. This kind of weather could change a ships course with no concern as to whether they were in need of supplies. The captain smiled slightly to no one in particular- this was the best kind of weather. He wasn't afraid of getting blown off course. He saw it as adventure and wished silently that there were storms more regularly.
Captain Arthur Kirkland's smile vanished, his brow knitting together as a young crew member came stumbling onto the deck, looking quite pale, and heaved over the side of the ship. After gathering his stomach muscles, the young man glanced in the direction of the captain and gave him a slight respectful nod.
"Seems I haven't quite got my sea legs yet captain," he grimaced and threw himself over the hardboard side; his body shaking quite violently as he emptied out the rest of his stomach's contents.
"What's your name, boy?" the captain asked, casually taking his hat off, emptying the water content from it and slapping it back on his head.
"A-Alfred Jones, sir," the boy said weakly. The captain looked thoughtful for a moment; the boy must be new to his crew.
"Ya just need sleep, boy. I'll bet ya ne'er experienced a storm as rough as this." The captain said softly as he walked over to the quaking body. He rubbed the boys back and guided him towards the lower quarters once he was sure the young man would make it. He made sure the boy was safely in his sleeping quarters. "Ya just need rest, boy. Ya'll be fine after that. The storm might last a little while longer, and you'll eventually grasp those sea legs of yours".
With the young boy comfortably settled in his hammock, and all of the supply numbers carefully checked over, the captain easily made his way to the captain's quarters. Once there, he grabbed a bottle from a crate underneath his desk then made his way back up onto the deck. He walked in an un-drunken state, as though he was taking a casual stroll through the park. It was through years of acquiring his sea legs and his ability to somewhat predict which way the tide would next thrash the ship, that allowed him to walk so gracefully.
"We're going this way... That way, forwards and backwards over the Irish Sea... A bottle of rum to fill me tum and that's the life for me," the captain mumbled to himself casually swaying his legs in time with the rocking ship.
The captain smirked once again and took a swig of rum from the half empty bottle grasped firmly in his hand. Where would the storm take them this time?
So what do you think? Please review and tell me. :3
while concrit is appreciated, flames will be used for cooking delicious bacon *omnomnom*
Thought I'd make this Fanfic, after my sister and I were in the kitchen, just casually singing the song I put in the story. I thought this was a great idea for a one-shot so I had to upload it ^^
I'm not sure how America got in there, but… Deal with it :B