Always: Ciaossu everyone! Miss me? Yeah I know you did...this story is to prove that I'm not dead...yet. Well then, this is a multichap romance and adventure with a splash of humor for you brave pirate souls. And an attempt for me to get better at writing stories and the plot bunnies from knocking at my door. And since this is my first story with chapters and a plot you can only expect so much from me, so help and comments would be greatly loved. And about my other stories...I rather not go into that. So please sit back and read this new fanfic that I bring to you, "Treasure over the Seas."
KHR belong to Akira Amano, and Treasure Island belongs to Robert Louis Stevenson. This is also lightly based off "Muppet Treasure Island" by Jim Henson.
Warning: This fanfic contains 1827, 8059 and little mini ones and implications of other different couples, you may ask for a certain pairing, but I cannot guarantee that it would work into the story
Prologue: Shiver my Timbers
"I was a part of the Primo's crew on that voyage. Three days east from Tortola in the Caribee, and Primo knew an island. From even where Cozatto can stand, that's where we buried the treasure. Penalty and Sin as his trademarks, he left both behind him that day..."
"Aha, LAND HO!" the Lookout called from the deck.
Voices echoed off the sails as shipmate to shipmate readied their posts. Casting lines over the mast and readying the boats.
"Lower the sails!" A blond haired man yelled back before he turned to an Indigo haired man. "Will it be fine for you to wait here on deck?"
"Hmmmm, aye cap'n." the man smirked and went down to the galley. The boat lurched forwards suddenly and the blond fell forwards with it.
"What do yee think I mean when I say 'Steady as she goes,' Lampo!" he yelled at a green haired officer at the helm.
"Sorry, cap'n, but I was up and helping the crew before I realized the helm ain't got a driver," the one called Lampo put his hands together before bowing, "Don make me walk the plank yet!"
'Who said anything about making him walk the plank?' Giotto twitched as he turned around and walked towards the fore where the lookout is stationed. "Asari! Have you any clue where G. is? He's been gone all day."
"Mmm, sorry cap'n, I've been standing ere' all day. I'll tell yee when I see 'em." The lookout responded, "Anyway cap'n when shall we dock?"
"As soon as Alaude and Knuckle stop bickering about which way them sails go." Giotto sighed as he turned around to see his other two crew mates argue with swords dead ready to strike at each other. Even though Knuckle was the only one yelling it was pretty obvious that more damage would be done when Alaude finally gets his sword out of the belt.
"ALL HANDS ON DECK!" Giotto yelled through the mess of pirates. The indigo haired man peeped up from the galley. "Not you Daemon, get back down there…"
He shrugged and went back under the ship as every other crew member gathered in front of the captain.
"We are close to the shore mates, all of us are to bring the treasure and set out in an hour or so. Don let me be catching you all slacking or it's the plank, got it?"
"Aye aye sir!" the crew responded before they went back to work on their preparations.
"Ah G.!" Giotto managed to spot the pink-cough-red head.
The mapper turned around, "Yes first?"
"Be sure to keep record of the path that we take, I want no mistakes."
"You can only expect the best from me first!"
"Mmm, then keep up the good work mate." He grinned and went off to make sure no hand was slacking.
-xXx-
"Be the boats ready yet?" Giotto called to Knuckle who fastened the last boat over the ship.
"Hmmmm, of course. Otherwise I be off to an extremely bloody death! Which is not the extreme will of the sea at all!"
"Uhhh, okay? ummm…carry on then…"
"AYE TO THE EXTREME!"
Giotto shrugged as he walked off before bumping into an older man.
"Ouch, where are you going old salt?" He asked rubbing his nose and turning towards the ancient relic.
"Yar, you be decades too young then to be talking to me like that boy!" The older man jabbed back with his cane.
"Gah! Sorry Talbot, but you best not be looming about here on deck. We are to be disembarking real soon." Giotto griped his sides from the jabs Talbot inflicted ever so painfully. "We wouldn't want you to go and get trampled."
"Like I'll be trampled by you young'uns, now go get before I get me cane to send yee over the horizon."
"Aye…" Giotto sighed. 'I may be cap'n but it seems this old sea dog is in charge.' He thought.
"I heard that yee blasted child."
"Owowowow! What the blimey? How do you do that! You're not secretly someone in many generations ahead are you!"
-xXx-
The crew now sat in the row boats as they embarked on the short trip through the water onto the shore. The crew continued on dragging the four heavy chests on the sand and through dirt.
"Careful with that," Giotto sighed as he was stumbling along when his crew, desperately tried to drag the chests to the location it is to be buried. "If I see any lose coin missing from one chest you'll be one of the mark posts that I'll be making soon."
More than half the crew stared at him. Excluding the closest six to him of course, who shifted their eyes nervously back and forth between their captain and the unfortunate post marks- I mean lackeys stumbling behind, well except for the aloof one seemed to not give a damn about anything going on at the moment.
"May I remind you that the mark posts would be, oh I don't know…DEAD men?"
With that said the crew jerked forward and double checked the path behind them as Giotto sighed once more. They finally reached the grotto however the path way was blocked by multiple vines suspended in the air by whatever it may be.
He settled for bringing out his gloves and lighting them, burning away the obstacle and walking in cautiously, wary of snakes, bats, or other things that could pop out.
As he continued to stalk through the dark chasm he found an opening where a little light shown through the earth above. "This is where we shall bury the treasure!" he called out to the fellow thieves dragging the chests against the dirt.
"First, is this the spot?" G. called out from the back.
"Yes it is, make sure to mark it correctly; I don't like mistakes…no matter how small they be."
"You can count on me cap'n!" G. rushed off to make sure the steps he counted were right and the direction on the compass wasn't pointing the wrong way.
"Asari!" Giotto called out to his Lookout.
"Yes Captain Giotto?" the bluenet rushed over to the blond.
"Are any of the natives on their way?"
"Mmmhmmm, not yet captain," Asari peered through his telescope and circled around once or twice, "Don worry, I be able to spot them a mile away~"
"Okay," Giotto grinned, "That's fine, which also remind me…" He turned around, "Knuckle! Lampo! Don dig too deep into the dirt that you guys can't get out!"
"Extreme okay cap'n!" the extremist yelled out from the shallow pit.
"W-w-what! W-we c-can't get out!" the green haired pirate stammered.
"OF COURSE WE COULD EXTREMELY GET OUT! WHAT DO YOU THINK WE HAVE! THE BLACK SPOT!"
"I hope not!"
"You guys…" Giotto rubbed his temple before he walked around to where the chests of treasure were settled. Before he was able to get there, a certain aloof pirate stood in front of him.
"I've made the markers Giotto," Alaude stared down at the small captain.
"A-ah, really? Thanks Alaude," Giotto looked away slightly, "Ermm, you didn't use the bodies did you?"
"The markers stand out perfectly." He leaned forward staring right into the blonds eyes.
"Of course," Giotto sighed getting slightly flustered from the invasion of personal space, "Because corpses of those who don keep the discipline deserve to be hanging from a tree to show the path to 'ere…"
"That's pretty much it," Alaude scoffed as he walked off leaving to fidgety Captain.
Giotto watched his elder guardian make his way through the cavern to the other side before he turned back to the rest of his crew. Soon enough, the minor thieves were able to throw the chests of treasure into the pits that his helmsmen and doctor dug up. Now they were covering the chests with a fair amount of dirt and rock.
"Guardians gather up!" Giotto yelled as he walked to a far corner in the chamber.
Soon G., Asari, Alaude, Lampo, and Knuckle gathered up and were now shifting around waiting for the job to get done. His mapper brought out his bow and readied it. The lookout readied his four swords. His guardian swung the cuffs from both hands into one. The helmsmen readied his shield. His doctor tightened the bandages around his fists, while he himself brought out two onyx gloves.
"Well then, since Daemon is watching the ship and here we stand already prepared…" he started, as he turned and had his six guardians stand behind him facing the lesser ranks."I really didn't want to do this, but...Shall we get started?"
For Dead Men tell no Tales…
Always: Well, how was it? Being the prologue, I can't introduce the main stars of our story right? We have to get the plot going. Aha, I'm sorry for my failed pirate talk, I tried learning and watching/reading but I can never seem to get it down so I reverted back to normal talk at the end...mostly that is. I'm sorry if any of the characters are OOC, but you know; only having one arc to explain these guys' personalities was fairly difficult. Hmmm, anyways, I hope you all do please review! And may I hope that you do not get cabin fever while waiting for chapter one.
And about my other stories, I kind of have writers block for "Vongola News Crew," and the new stories are going to have to wait as well. I'm sorry if this updates late as well, but then again, I can't guarantee a fixed schedule for this one's update. Rate and Review please, sorry that this is unbeta'd too...
Ciao Ciao!
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