This is just a short little drabble about england/arthur as a pirate, nothing special.
discliamer- this character does not blong to me blah blah blah...

The small , soft waves rocked gently rocked the ship to and fro. Some of the boards that made up the deck creaked, as the captain ,Arthur Kirkland , paced thoughtfully. An ostrich feather was bobbing in his hat, while his grand ornate red coat trailed behind him. His eyes were fierce and arrogant, as green as the soft seaweed below. Pulled into a thoughtful frown , his mouth opened to let out a small sigh of admiration, then closed into its signature arrogant grin. The sigh was not toward and person, he was the fiercest pirate on earth, so he s way too amazing to admire anyone else. At least that s what he thought. No, it was toward the very ocean that cradled his ship at that very moment.

He walked over to the side of the ship and leaned on its railing. His left arm rested its self on the railing, leaving his gloved hand to prop up his head. The sound of the waves splashing against the ship was accompanied only by the occasional flap of a sail. To Arthur, it is one of the most beautiful things in the world, so he closed his eyes to listen, absorbing the rhythm of it, and loving each passing second. This was, in his opinion, perfection, pure perfection.

The crew was down stairs, eating lunch since it was about midday. He normally joined them, but today the air rang with freedom, and the wind whispered tales of adventure waiting to happen. But there was also a never ending sense of peace rippling in the small foamy waves. He almost dared not to breathe in fear that it would disrupt it. But since that would end in him passing out, instead he inhaled the fresh, salt sea air. This was his home, this is where he belonged.

Here on his ship with a loyal crew, and at the mercy of the wind and sea, he was off to the next awaiting adventure, finding and taking treasures, or even find another that is worthy to serve under the orders of Captain Kirkland, the fiercest pirate who ever sailed the seven seas. His eyes shot open with excitement, gleaming with pride. He stood up strait, and took one more gaze at the ocean surrounding him before he headed down stairs to eat. This is, undoubtedly, a perfect day.

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