Arthur snarled a curse as he slammed his head into a support beam. "Damn! How in hell am I supposed to run a ship that's this freakin' shitty…"
Snapping his head around, the captain looked for what had woken him. A flash of blonde caught his eye, and he quickly drew his sword.
A pair of young, blue eyes watched Arthurs every move from behind a map.
Arthur relaxed his arm and chuckled, shaking his head. "Son… You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Alfred bounced up straight, and grinned at his father. "Hahah! Again, Daddy? Did I really scare the biggest, meanest pirate in all the sea?"
"Being a brown-nose won't make me forgive you for sneaking into my cabin, Alfred."
The boy frowned, and stared at his father with sad eyes.
Arthur glanced at the ceiling and sighed. He smiled and added, "But it might help."
Alfred laughed and hugged his dad, only being up to his waist.
Arthur smiled slightly again, but frowned when he thought he saw a shadow. With a slight growl, he muttered, "Francis… Stay away from my boy."
"Huh?" Blue eyes stared at green.
"… Nothing you need to worry about." He ruffled the boy's hair.
He laughed, and raced to the stairs, leading to the upper deck. "C'mon, Daddy! The sharks are commin' out soon!"
Arthur chuckled at his 7-year old son. He loved to feed the shark, for some reason. With a grin on his face, he walked after his boy, and onto the deck.
3 DAYS LATER
"Ah…" Arthur belched before whistling for another beer.
"You seem to be in a good mode." A voice purred beside him.
Arthur gasped, but before he could move, a blade was in front of his throat. "S-shit!"
"Ohnonhon~ Watch your language in front of my son, Iggy~!" The Frenchmen sang. He hissed to someone else, "Speak, boy!" And a small squeak of pain sounded.
"D-daddy…? T-this guy-y's m-mean… A-are you g-gonna he-lp me?" his son sobbed as Francis yanked his arm again.
"Alfred-!" The English pirate was horrified. To Francis, he growled, "Let. Him. GO."
"Ohnonhon, but where's the fun in that~?" He laughed as Alfred shrieked in pain.
That's it!
"May God damn you to hell!" Arthur shouted as he rammed his chair into Francis' legs. "Nobody touches my son!"
The younger man hissed, and yanked Alfred in front of him as Arthur drew his sword. "Now, now, temper, Iggy…"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Arthur yelled as he pulled out his gun as well. At this Francis gulped and backed towards the door.
"D-daddy?" Alfred's eyes widened as he realized his father couldn't do anything without hurting him.
"…" Arthur's mind was racing. Without thinking, he wretched back his arm holding his sword. With narrowed eyes, he heaved at Francis' head.
The Frenchmen shrieked in terror as the blade landed directly beside his ear. "F-fuck!"
"Let go of MY SON." He growled, stepped towards him.
"Fine!" Francis glared at the boys he was holding, then at the sword stuck in the wood beside him. With a maniacs laugh, he grabbed the sword from the wall and twirled it. "You'll have him in pieces!"
He raised his arm, and Alfred shrieked as the blade came down.
