*A/N: My first story so please no negative feedback O3O England/UKxOC*
Chapter 1
Fire. The only thing aiding the view of the warriors on this bloody night. The flares of the cannons and guns firing created a strobe effect, hindering the expectation of any oncoming attacks by an enemy soldier. The sea flowed a deep crimson red as wounded men were forced overboard. This was no ordinary naval battle, however, this was the result of two great pirates crossing paths. Arthur Kirkland, a very well-known and legendary captain against Capt. Lexa Bastry, a young Czechoslovakian girl, hell bent on avenging the death of her father. Though quite inexperienced, she could do much more than hold her own in a fight. Her crew was down to seven man, not including herself and her brothers Demitri and Nikolai.
Drawing a sword, Lexa cut through another enemy with great ease. The blood drenched her once clean skin and clothes. Demitri, losing his blade retrieved a handgun from the holster secured tightly to his thigh and all but decapitated his opponent with a single shot. Nikolai on the other hand was nowhere to be found. His siblings, still engaged in battle called out to him. No one answered.
Suddenly a flash of light revealed him to be in the cold hearted embrace of Kirkland. The British captain had him by the hair, a newly sharpened sword eagerly awaiting to slice his jugular at the wielder's command.
Capt. Arthur beckoned a request to Lexa. "Give up or I'll kill more of your family!" he yelled
"I will only give up once I have your head on a shelf!" she responded, shredding through another foe.
"Oh, so I see we have a challenge." Arthur mused at the young girl.
"Against you, I'm afraid it wouldn't be fair to label it a challenge. Demitri, stay here." she turned to her older brother before quickly jumping to the enemy's deck.
Finally reaching Arthur she drew her sword, the sharp blade stained with blood.
"Come any closer and I'll cut through his throat like paper." he warned, pushing the cutlass harder against Nikolai's outstretched neck.
She took a step back. Arthur removed the blade, revealing a thin red line where the metal once was. No sooner than he could release the boy's hair and see to it that he was returned to his original vessel , Lexa was being tied up by the remainder of his crew. She screamed but was soon interrupted by a strip of cloth being tied around her mouth. Arthur walked over to the helpless girl, pulled out his gun, and hit her with the handle knocking her unconscious almost instantly.
