How?
He had once been feared.
He had once been respected.
He had once been the hottest pirate of all of the seven seas.
He made black beard cry.
He had lived over a 12,000 years.
He had everything.
And now. . .
"Mr. Kirkland, your breakfast is ready."
He was sentenced to life . . . in a hospital.
They called him insane.
Unable to rule the way he used to.
The told him to either step down,
Or be forced down.
"Yes, thank you, Michelle."
Michelle was one of his three nurses.
And he hated all of them.
Michelle the most, she always looked at him with those sad eyes.
Like he was some pathetic puppy left in the rain.
He was a Pit-bull, ready to fight at anytime.
If he was ever allowed out of his bed, he wouldn't mind taking a swing at her.
And Francis.
Francis and Michelle looked down on him.
And he hated it,
Francis was the one that told him he had lost his marbles and that he needed to go.
He thought he was so cleaver.
God, how he hated him.
He hated all French people.
They acted so high and mighty.
Disgusting.
"Oh, and you have a visitor Mr. Kirkland,"
"A visitor? Who is it? If its Francis again send him away."
Michelle had a crush of that dam Frenchman, and he loved seeing her squirm
If he couldn't use his fists, he would use his words.
"No sir, he says his name is Jones. . . I think."
"Jones? Never herd of him, tell him I'm asleep."
"But Mr-"
"Do it or I swear I will fucking kill you."
"Y-yes sir."
This Jones guy was like all the others.
He was a reporter.
He just knew it.
"Well hello Arthur, it's nice to meet you."
"Bloody hell! I thought I told that twat of a nurse to send you away!"
"Really? I got board of waiting for her so I just went in myself, guess I just missed her."
"Get out, or I'll call security."
This man was a true American.
Tall
Blond
Blue eyes
And he was wearing a superman shirt with a flannel over it.
He looked like a collage student.
Not a mentalist.
"The great England would call security? That's rather childish of you."
". . . who are you?"
"Well I'm called many things, America, fatass, Mr. Jones, Artie, kid, brother-"
"What. Is. Your. Name."
A moment of silence swept over the room.
He had caught him.
Or he had thought.
"My name is Alfred, and we will be seeing each other for the next six months."
Well this is just a teaser you could say,I really want some feedback on this one. Should I continue with it? Thanks!