In sixteen hundred seven we sailed the open sea; for glory, God and gold and the Virginia Company. For the New World is like heaven and we'll all be rich and free or so we have been told by the Virginia Company. So we have been told by the Virginia Company.
Seagulls flew and cried around the docks as men and women alike stood in front of the large ship. Men were signing their initials into a little booklet, saying they were going to be sailing on the voyage. They were kissing their children, their wives and their sweethearts' goodbye, promising they would come home. Promising to bring home riches and fame when they did. A dark haired man kissed his fiancé on the forehead and then shook hands with his brother. His niece placed his pale green cap on his head and he pinched her cheek. He smiled as he bid his small family farewell.
For glory, God and gold and the Virginia Company.
Men were shouting orders and tying things down on the massive boat as a man with curved, sword like instrument and a musket strapped across his back walked into the mass of people. He had shaggy, silvery hair and glinting, ruby red eyes. His skin was pale white and almost glowed in the bright sunlight. Two men were looking over the railing of the ship as the dark haired man walked up the gangplank .
"Hey, look. Is tha' Beilschmidt?" one of them asked, pointing down to the albino. The sailor had fiery red hair and a heavy Scottish accent. The other looked down and barked out a laugh.
"That's him, all right. The old sea dog," the other replied, slapping the ginger on the back as the dark haired Spaniard stood beside them. He had a lighter, Welsh accent with dirty blonde hair.
"Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt. I've heard some amazing stories about him," he said in awe, looking over at the other two sailors.
"Are ye coming on this voyage too?" Allistor, the Scot asked, pointing down again. The other rolled his eyes.
"Of course he is, ya half-wit. Ya can't fight Indians without Gilbert Beilschmidt!" Dylan, the Welsh said excitedly, gesturing animatedly with his hands. Gilbert grinned as he walked up and grabbed a rope that was wrapped around one of the cannons.
"Zat's vight. I'm not about to let you boys have all ze fun," he stated, jumping up on the cannon and riding it as it lifted into the air was pulled onto the ship.
On the beaches of Virginny, there's diamonds like debris. There silver rivers flow and gold you pick right off a tree. With a nugget for my Winnie, and another one for me.
A black carriage with purple curtains was being pulled quickly down the street and was stopped in front two long rows of men. The footman hopped down and opened the door. All the men stood at attention as a man dressed in purple with black accents stepped out, waving cordially to the crowd. His blond hair stuck out from under his hat as he walked towards the ship.
A young man of about twenty with blonde hair and light blue eyes followed hurriedly behind. He was carrying a small white dog with the strangest little curl on his head, on a plush, purple pillow. The other, the man dressed in purple, walked up the gangplank. He gave a wave of his hand, signaling for them to release the ship. Men below, still on the ground, untied ropes and threw off whatever was still anchoring the ship. The sailors stood at the edge of the ship, waving down to the crowd. They blew kisses and waved, yelling goodbyes and promises as the ship finally set sail.
And all the rest will go to the Virginia Company. To glory, God and gold, and the Virginia Company.
Gilbert Beilschmidt walked to the front of the ship and watched the open ocean. He leaned against one of the lesser masts of the ship and breathed in the salty sea air. He looked up and grinned at the Union Jack flying overhead. Setting sail once more.
The tattered flag fluttered violently in the storm. Thunder crashed and lightening flashed around them as the waves rolled high. The men were sliding around on deck, attempting to tie things down and keep from flying off the ship themselves.
"Haul on the brace!" someone yelled as they pulled on the slippery ropes. They were yanking as hard as they could, trying to tie down the sails.
"Come on, come on! Do your best!" another cried as the men atop the yard tugged on the ropes, bringing the sails closer to being tied up. Another huge wave crashed over the edge of the ship. The sailors lost their grip on the rope and went sliding across deck. The sails unfurled once more, much to the men's dismay.
"Watch out! Faster! She's taking on more water!" The men below deck were pumping out water as fast as they could, but more just kept coming. They couldn't stop it. The huge waves crashing about didn't make things any easier.
"Look out!" Antonio was trying to tie up a cannon to side of the ship as it rocked violently on the water. The rope holding it to the ring snapped and he struggled to keep it from sliding too far. He wrapped both around the cannon, trying to keep it stationary. He looked up and cupped a hand to his mouth.
"Gilbert! Get down here!" he yelled frantically. The albino's head jerked up and he looked down, red eyes wide, at the deck from his perch on the yard. He saw the Spaniard struggling with the heavy object. "The cannons are breaking loose!" Antonio called. Gilbert immediately snatched one of the ropes whipping about wildly in the wind. He slid down expertly, his wet hair flying about in the wind as he spun down towards the deck and planted his boots firmly on the wood of the deck.
"Reef ze topsails!" he shouted as he made his way to Antonio. "Steady on your course!" He landed roughly against the cannon that the Spaniard was clinging desperately to. "It's all vight, Toni. Ve'll get her tied off," he shouted over the wind. He grabbed the ropes wrapped around the cannon and tugged.
"Say your prayers men!" a man holding onto the ratlines cried. The ship rolled and tumbled about on the angry waves. The men were just waiting for the thing to sink. A wave crashed, sending more ice cold, rushing water onto the deck. Men scattered, trying to keep the ship from capsizing. Gilbert looked up and saw the water coming towards them.
"Antonio, vatch it!" he cried before they were both taken under. The Prussian clung to the ropes as the water washed viciously over them. He watched as Antonio was dragged away by the current. He was slammed into the railing, breaking it and sending him overboard.
"Help!" he screamed as he fell into the ocean below. The water silenced him as he plunged underneath.
"Man overboard!" the man in the crow's nest yelled.
"Help!" Antonio pleaded from the water. The waves continued pushing him away from the ship.
"Stay your course! He's lost!" Allistor shouted, cringing at the thought of losing a crew mate. The Spaniard begged for help, floundering in the cold ocean as he was pulled away from his only hope of salvation. Gilbert looked and grabbed a strand of rope and tied it around his waist.
"Pull ze pins!" he commanded, making sure the rope was secure around his waist. "Aye, sir!" A sailor came up and yanked the pins from the railing. Allowing the sail to fly freely in the wind. Gilbert took off running.
"Beilschmidt! Beilschmidt!" He ran to edge of the ship and jumped, ignoring the cries of his fellow crew mate. He ran in the air for a few moments before diving perfectly into the water. "Are ya crazy?" Dylan yelled after him, looking down over the edge of the ship. Gilbert surfaced and swam through the water towards Antonio.
"Hang on, Antonio! I've got you!" he gasped. He reached out and wrapped an arm tightly around his torso. The Spaniard was nearly out cold as he was held limply in the Prussian hold. Gilbert felt the rope around his waist tighten and then go slack. He grimaced and prepared for the worst. The men on the ship noticed and saw the line snap.
"Quick! The rope!" Allistor yelled and three of them ran for it. They grabbed it just before it was dragged over the ship and began pulling as hard as they could on it. "Heave!" Gilbert was gripping the rope as tightly as he could with one hand while holding onto the now unconscious Antonio. He strained against the water as another large waved washed over the two of them. He held on tight, knowing that the crewmen would pull them up.
"Come on, lads! Pull!" Dylan shouted as they hauled the men up. They finally broke the surface and the continued pulling the rope up, hand over hand. "Pull! Pull! Put your back into it!" The two men were tugged out of the raging current and the freezing air surrounded them. "Pull! Pull!" Gilbert and Antonio were almost at the railing of the ship as the men continued yelling. "Hang on!" They were grabbed and yanked roughly over the edge. They hit the deck and rolled, landing on their backs. They were soaked to the bone and gasping for breath.
"There, my lucky lads," Allistor said, draping a blanket over Antonio's shoulders. The Spaniard was on his hands and knees coughing weakly, getting all the ocean water out of his lungs.
"Vell, zat vas refreshing," Gilbert said sarcastically, wringing the water out of Antonio's cap.
"Well done Beilschmidt," Allistor said, patting Antonio on the back.
"Of course, you'd all do the same for me," he replied breathily, silver eyebrows raised, placing Toni's cap back on his head. The three sailors looked at each before nodding quickly.
"Oh, sure, sure. Of course we would. Sure, yes. Yeah, we would. Absolutely!" they agreed. Gilbert rolled his eyes and helped Antonio stand up. Lightening flashed, bringing the men back.
"Trouble on deck?" They all looked up and saw Governor Kirkland holding his dog and standing with Peter Winchester, his little helper, behind him carrying a lamp and an umbrella.
"Governor Kirkland," Antonio said shakily as he and Gilbert stood up.
"Antonio fell overboard sir," Gilbert said, laying a hand on the boys shoulder as Arthur looked between the two of them.
"Thank heavens he's been successfully retrieved. Well done, Beilschmidt," he praised and turned to walk down from the upper deck.
"Thank you, sir," the Prussian replied curtly, following behind the Governor with the other sailors.
"Don't lose heart, men," Kirkland said as he walked down the steps to the main deck. "It won't be long before we reach the New World. And remember what awaits us there." He paused for effect. "Freedom, prosperity... the adventure of our lives." His little dog, Roderich, barked each time, making a few men jump back. He walked around to all the men, gesturing with his free hand to all of them. "You're the finest crew England has to offer, and nothing not wind nor rain nor a thousand bloodthirsty savages shall stand in our way! Carry on, men!" They all cheered behind him as he walked off. Peter trailed behind, holding his umbrella over Arthur's head.
"A stirring oration sir! I'm sure the men were most exhilar-a-ated," he said happily, his umbrella getting caught in the strong winds only once.
"Let us hope so. I'll need those witless peasants to dig up my gold, won't I?" Kirkland said, holding his little dog up. The small animal had a greedy grin on his face as he growled in agreement with his master.
"This New World's gonna be great, Gilbert," Antonio said as Gilbert tossed him a bundle of rope. I'm gonna get a pile of gold, build me a big house... and if any Indian tries to stop me, I'll blast him," he stated simply, wrapping the rope around the back of the cannon. The Prussian smirked and grabbed the other end of the rope and pulled it over his shoulder.
"You just worry about that fortune of yours, Antonio. Leave the savages to me," he said over his shoulder.
"Ye think they'll give us much trouble?" Allistor asked, coming up next to them and helping them tie down the cannon.
"Not as much trouble as Beilschmidt'll give them," Dylan crowed, grabbing a feather from a sailor's hat and sticking it into the top of the mop he was carrying. He ducked down behind a barrel, pretending the broom was a native.
"We'll kill ourselves an Injun," the crew sang as Gilbert drew his sword and sliced off the top of the broom.
"Or maybe two or zree," he continued, stabbing the cork of one of wine barrels and letting the purplish red liquid spill freely.
"We're stalwart men and bold of the Virginia Company." The men stuck their cups underneath the flow of wine and took long, deep gulps.
"What do you suppose the New World will look like?" Antonio asked as he and Gilbert climbed the ratlines up to the crow's nest.
"Like all ze others, I suppose," he replied, climbing up and resting his arms against the wood of the small railing. "I've seen hundreds of new vorlds, Antonio. Vhat could possibly be different about zis one?" he asked, lacing his fingers together as he leaned over the railing, taking in the sight of the now peaceful ocean before them.
It's glory, God and gold And the Virginia Company.
Alright you guys! The first installment of my Pocahontas/PruCan crossover! It's late over here so I might've messed something up, so please lemme know if there are any errors. I hope you guys enjoy this! I have had waaaay too fun much writing it so far! Please please lemme know whatcha think! Love ya'll
Staring in this crossover *drumroll*
Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia) as John Smith
Antonio Ferdnandez Carriedo (Spain) as Thomas
Allistor and Dylan Kirkland (Scotland and Wales) as Lon and Ben (the settlers)
Arthur Kirkland (England) as Governor Ratcliffe (no, he's not related to the others in anyway)
Roderich Edelstein (Austria) as Percy (the dog)
Peter Kirkland (Winchester, for this story) as Wiggins (the little guy following behind)
Pocahontas belongs to Disney
Hetalia (and all it's wonderful characters) belong to himaruya hidekaz