A.N. So I decided to start another story... *sigh* this is my worst tick. I can't help it when the plot bunny jumps into my brain out of nowhere and taunts/tortures me until I give in and write it out. I decided to try something new and begin the story with two excerpts from the future of this story. I've never done it before though I'd thought about it and when I read another fic posted here that used this tactic and I was immediately hooked into the storyline I decided, "hey why not?" *shrugs* So I really do hope you enjoy, thank you for clicking my story -w- Please leave a review telling me what you think I would appreciate your feedback very much.
Al landed harshly on the deck with an audibly yelped "Oof!"
He rubbed the back of his head where the pirate had grabbed a handful of his soft blonde locks. The sound of boots thumping their approach invaded his young ears, as the rest of the crew fell silent. The hush fell over them almost instantaneously.
Alfred, who had been looking across the wooden planks of the deck that stretched out before him, watched as a pair of well-shined boots approached. Their stride was confident and large.
He chanced to allow his gaze to follow up the legs, waist, and torso to look at the face that along with it had a pair of the most ruthless emerald orbs Al had ever seen. They sat shadowed under dark bushy eyebrows that might have been comical had they not been drawn low setting the eyes at a sharp calculating glare. Those cold squinting eyes along with the set of the jaw cast the face altogether in a scowl.
It all belonged to a handsome young blonde man.
The older blonde was not what Al's young imaginative mind had concocted when he thought of a pirate captain. The man appeared tall and strong yes, but he was much cleaner than the rest of the crew and had, besides the cold look and frightening demeanor, an underlying gentlemanly air that also emanated about him.
The pirate captain seemed to take in the small boy sprawled at his feet as Al took him in; though his cold judging stare never faltered.
When he spoke his voice was much softer than Al had thought it would be though it did match his overall demeanor in both sharpness and authority. "So then lad, what fine circumstances led fate to allow you passage on my ship?"
Alfred felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and he shuddered ever so slightly. When he realized that the reigning silence was due to the fact that he had failed to provide a verbal response the the captain's query he blinked a few times before realizing he hadn't even computed what the man had really said only the chilling tenor of his voice. He opened his mouth falteringly and dumbly got out a, "huh," for a response.
The captain's look grew to irritation and he snapped, "How is it that you're here!"
Al jumped slightly at the shout and in that instant his persistent rebellious nature was rekindled and he responded with a sharp, "I don't have to tell you! You're nothing but a mean old pirate!"
The older blonde's green eyes glinted with interest and he smirked wickedly before replying, "Right then lad, tell it to the rats in the brig!"
It was as though he had barked the insinuated order along with a death threat the way the crew jumped to life once more, moving and making way for Al and the rough handed pirate to once again make their way through, this time to descend to the holding cell below.
"Captain a storm appears to be settling in, sir."
Captain Carriedo's sharp green eyes narrowed as he stood staring off at the quickly darkening horizon.
Indeed there were ominous black clouds settling in at an alarming rate and the winds had noticeably picked up. Carriedo nodded and then gave his first mate a look.
The man knew what to do, and immediately he called the order.
The crew leapt to work tying down sails and preparing their ship to ride it out.
Lovino happened to be on deck during the bustle and was quickly pushed aside by crewman after crewman until he found himself face to face with the ship's railing as well as the churning dark waters below. He still held the 'kerchief in his hand and struggled to regain his footing as the deck rocked unsteadily beneath him. He sighed irately through his nose and was about to put the handkerchief back into his pocket for safe-keeping when a gust of wind came out of the apparent nowhere.
The cherished possession was ripped from his hand harshly and he lurched forward grabbing frantically at it.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion.
Captain Carriedo had been standing atop the poop deck scanning the lower main deck when he spotted him. Lovino lunged for god knows what when the ship gave a simultaneous quake and the young boy was sent tumbling overboard into the cold, dark, sea below.
"Shit!" was the young Italian's last thought before he lost his footing and had no sense of direction.
It was cold and dark everywhere.
He surfaced and was barely allowed a gasping breath of what was mostly saltwater before another wave beat him mercilessly under.
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