Hello and welcome to my newest project! This story is about Pirate Arthur and modern-day Alfred. I've just had this idea in my head for the longest time and knew it wouldn't go away until I just sat down and wrote it all out. It truly did help and I think I'm going to like this story. I hope you all do too!
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Alfred sat at his school desk tapping his pencil against wooden counter as he impatiently waited for the bell to ring. It was the first class of the morning for the sleepy blond who only wanted to get the hell out there and find some quiet place to nap. Coming to school this early should be illegal in Alfred's mind. Having to sit still with your stomach screaming at you for food and the your eyes begging to be closed. How is one supposed to concentrate on boring a History class with all that, you know?

Alfred yawned and stopped his tapping so he could use the instrument to poke his best friend in the back of the head with it. He did it a couple of times but got no indication of life from his little friend so he changed his tactic to something he knew what could gain the others attention. Smiling to himself, Alfred leaned forward and blew a wisp of cool air onto the back of his dark-haired friend's neck causing him to practically leap from his desk and shutter.

"Boy that sure got your attention! Ha dude you should of seen yourself! You almost flew out of your chair!" Alfred snickered with a grin on his face. The dark-haired friend was no other than Alfred's long time pal, Kiku. All the years they've spent together they were able to learn things that the other liked and disliked. So of course Alfred had to use that knowledge every once in a while.

Kiku spun around to expose his flustered face to Alfred who only started grinning more at the sight. "P-please reframe from doing that Alfred." He whispered trying to keep his voice steady and un heard from the others around him.

"Then you should have turned around the first time! I was only poking your head like a million times." He smiled mockingly while he poked his pencil into his flustered friends cheek.

"I said stop that! Now what do you want before you get us both in trouble?" The Japanese boy said as he swatted away Alfred's pencil.

"Oh uhh I forget now… But don't turn around yet! Talk to me a little longer wills ya? I'm so bored of this damn class already." Alfred sighed resting his head on his fist. When Kiku didn't reply he looked back up from his paper.
"I said talk to me a li-" Alfred stopped when he noticed the scared expression on his friends face. Kiku was looking past Alfred at something behind him with wide eyes.
"Uh everything ok buddy?" He asked but froze when a heavy hand fell on his shoulder.

"Bored, are we now Mr. Jones?" A man sneered from above. Alfred slowly turned around to face his strict, stuck up Austrian teacher glaring down at him from behind his glasses.

"Heh me? Bored? Psh of course not! W-what makes you say that?" The blond awkwardly laughed trying to lean out of the angry Austrians death grip on his sore shoulder.

"Call my class boring then lie about it to my face?"
"I didn't mean-" Alfred began but was silenced quickly.

"Now you interrupt me as I speak to you? HALL. NOW." The teacher growled lifting the teen from his desk with his shoulder still in grasp. Alfred grunted and hissed as he stood the rest of the way up and shook off the hand on him.

"Fine by me! I think the hall might be more fun anyways! Hell maybe ill even take a nap because this class has made me so tired already!" He joked as he stomped his way out of the classroom slamming the door shut just as the teacher was about to yell.

Alfred leaned against the wall and slid his way down to sit on the tiled hallway floor. "Damn floor to cold and hard to sleep on." He muttered crossing his arms on his knees. He thought how childish he just acted and a part of him regretted it. He knew he had a temper and that sometimes it was hard to control and with teachers like Mr. Edelstein it sure as hell didn't help. Damn during his temper tantrum he didn't even check on Kiku to see how he reacted to the events. Kiku knew Alfred had anger problems but that never affected their friendship. Maybe one of the reasons they were so close was because Kiku never did anything to make him anger or frustrated. The guy was calm and low spoken as anything gets.

"Ah fuck it all." Alfred muttered leaning his head onto his arms. He closed his eyes for a second till something startled him.

'Alfreddd' a voice whispered in the air around the young teen. The whispers seemed to continue but in gibberish and faint. Alfred whipped his up once he heard his name being called. Looking down both halls, he discovered no one was there. He was the only one. "Who's there?" He whispered back than sat silently and waited for some type of reply.
'Followw.' He heard and shot up from the floor in panic. What the hell was going on? Were these halls hunted or something?

Alfred shivered when a cool gust of wind blew from one of the hallways sending goose bumps up his spin. 'This wayyy' The voice cooed from the same direction of the breeze. The blond took a step forward following the mysterious voice but stopped when he realized what he was doing.

Was he hearing things or was there really a creepy voice calling out to him? Maybe this school really was haunted and a ghost was stalking him… He gulped just as the thought.

Nervously he stepped back and reached for the classroom handle to escape the noises and be with his fellow alive classmates. Dead people won't follow him in there right?

'Scared?' the voice said making the blond retreat his hand from the door handle. Did the ghost just fucking mock him? Alfred spun around on his heel facing the empty hall. "Of course I'm not! Now uh shut up!" he hissed pointing his finger at nothing. The voice in the air made a muffled sound that Alfred took as a laugh. Ok now the spirit was laughing at him. "What do you want?" He asked.

'To follow' it said this time louder almost sounding as if someone were right there in the hall with him. Alfred knew that in all the movies you were to never follow the creepy noises because it never leads to anything good. But something about this didn't seem like all the horror movies.

"Then lead me." He said slightly nervous and unsure. A cool gust came from behind Alfred pushing him forward in the direction it intended on leading him. He almost squeaked at the action but let it happen and continued moving forward.

He walked through the school in silence except for the whispers till he reached the library. Wondering if he were led in the right direction and started to turn around till the doors started opening by themselves. "Ok now that's creepy…" He said as he walked inside.

The library was empty except for the librarian that sat at her desk in the middle of the room. The woman had her face deeply buried in a book but looked up when she heard the doors creak open.

"Oh Alfred you're here! You're a little late but no matter!" The Hungarian women sweetly smiled at Alfred then gracefully walked to his side taking his hand.

"Uh late for what exactly?" He asked confused. How did this woman even know his name? He wasn't a big fan of the library and in fact has never taken a step into the place.

She smiled at him then shook her head. "Your checkout of course! Now go find it and meet me at the counter." She let go of Alfred's hand and started walking away to hide in the aisle of many books.
"Wait, what book? I don't exactly come here often, no offense, so how do I even find it?" He asked starting to jog over to her but stopped when she spun around and shot him a deadly glare.

"Do I have to explain everything to you? Just follow the voices and they'll lead you to it. I would help but I can't hear the voices you see. Only you can hear them because they only want you to find the book. Now good luckkk." She winked and disappeared into vast long dark book aisles.

"What!? Hey you can't just tell me that then disappear! Come on lady!" He yelled out to her but she was already gone. Sighing he threw his hands into the air and starting slowly spinning around. "Ok I'm here! Now lead me or whatever to this magical book only I can find!" He jokingly hollered out.

Suddenly the whispers came back into the cool air around him. He walked across each aisle till he found the one where the voices were coming from the loudest. The blond walked down the library passage for what seemed like hours. The further he walked, the darker and creepier the halls seemed to become. The carpet beneath him at some paint changed into old stone and the shelves were appeared to be some old oak wood. Books were covered in dust with webs all over. The light was now almost gone as he was so deep in the strange once library.

Just as he thought about turning back, he saw a small-lit glow of a light a little further down. Slowly walking towards it he discovered the source of the strange glow was a candle that was newly lit and rest upon a desk.

When he reached the desk, the whispers stopped all together. The room was completely silent except for his heavy breathing. That walk must have been for miles he thought.
Alfred looked at the items that lay before him on the old cracked desk. A candle that was newly lit, a compass, some gold coins, and a book…

"Is this the book? Is this what you've been leading me to?" Alfred asked aloud but was met with no reply. He pulled back the old creaky chair and sat down slowly, testing to make sure the chair would hold and now crumble under his weight.

The candle flickered as Alfred reached for the book. He used his sleeve to whip off the layer of dust that was collected from over time. "The Pirates Compass." He read out loud. So these creepy voices were leading him to a book about Peter Pan? Alfred laughed at the thought. Hell, maybe it was Captain Hook who was haunting him!

Slowly and carefully, he lifted the heavy book open. The book cover hit the desk with a loud thud almost sending Alfred out of the chair as it scared him. When the book was fully open a breeze blew from the book into Alfred's face. Blowing his hair back. The candle started swaying with the breeze and Alfred was afraid it might just go out.

When the strange gust of wind stopped, Alfred noticed the smell of the room was no longer the smell of dust and wood but the ocean. He gazed upon the first open page and started reading.

Long ago there was a mighty pirate. He was famous for his treasury and control over all the seas. Nobody and nothing could ever stop him from what he needed to gain. Although he had everything he could ever want and wish for, he in truth didn't have it all. He felt he was missing something but he didn't know how to obtain it. For years he searched the seas in hope of finding for what he longed. Though year after year he failed in his conquest.

Just as the mighty captain was to give up on his search, he heard word of a map. A magical map that could lead any pirate to the most glorious treasure of all. For sure that's what the mighty pirate thought he needed. That was what he was missing. Nothing was going to stop him from getting that treasure. He would find it and be the most famous and feared pirate of all time. But just as he was to set out for that treasure, the map was stolen. And all hope for the pirate was lost until a strange boy arrived and-

"And? And what?" Alfred complained slamming his hands down on the old desktop. "You lead me to an un finished book…awesome." The blond grunted and was about to stand up but stopped when something on the page started to form… Alfred leaned in closer and watched as a picture started to slowly come to view as if it were being painted into the page this very second. Alfred gasped when the picture was complete.

"It's me…" he whispered staring at the picture in amazement. The picture was of him sitting on a pier with the harbor and ships behind him. He was wearing old-fashioned looking clothes also. The drawing was indeed a picture of him no doubt.

Slowly Alfred stretched out his hand towards the picture, stopping right above it feeling the cool breeze that came from it. Nervously and cautiously he let his fingers drop and touch the portrait of him in the book.

Suddenly the spot where he was touching started to glow brightly. Alfred tried yanking his hand away but it was stuck to the page. "Oh shit, shit, shit!" He panicked as the glowing started to ease its way up his arm spreading. He felt the warmth the glowing brought as it soon consumed his entire body. Everything was so bright that it was blinding. He felt as if he were on fire.

The air around him started growing faster and stronger till he was lifted into the air. He tried screaming for help but his new golden glowing body was not a solid but an orb of light.

There was a huge flash as the wind picked up but then it was all suddenly over. The room was quiet, dark and still. The only light was the small mysteriously new lit candle that brought little light to the area it could.

Alfred and the book were both gone.


AN: Sorry for not much happening here. I will try to get things rolling by the next chapter. Thanks for reading and please leave a review and tell me what you think.!