Hi friends! It's been awhile hasn't it? Yeah, I've been pretty shitty about writing lately, huh? Welp, I was browsing tumblr as I do and I found that NTT Solmare apparently released a new game a while ago called Shall We Date?: Pirates and I was like "hot DAMN, I can't wait to fall in love with a fictional character (again)!" I've always found pirates kinda sexy as all hell in these kinds of stories so this was like an eight month early christmas for me. And of course I go for the bad guy, which by the way is completely opposite of me irl (I usually go for the nerdy types), and I landed on Black Roberts. And oh my god is he sexy or what. Like damn, that shirt's very becoming on him - and if I were on him I'd be-cumming too (yep, I am a dweeb irl too).

I am enjoying the story so far, but I will say: why is every MC in SWD always a princess? Like WAT? That doesn't happen in real life. And don't the peasants and whores deserve love too? Like, jeez, classism much? So I decided to write my MC with a drastically different back story, but I still think you'll enjoy the story. I swear to god, I laughed so hard writing this character.

I guess that's it. . . yep

Chapter 1: Kerosene

We slink our way out of the room only to go dashing down the corridor. Not surprisingly, we reach a dead end. After all, our only lights here are the ones seeping through the cracks between the brickwork. My brother Nagisa, or "N" as I like to call him, grunts.

"Dammit! This way is blocked off too!" he says as he catches his breath. He approaches the brick wall in front of us and bangs his fist on the stone. He turns back to me. "We'll have to head towards the interior of the castle."

"You fucking imbecile!" I scold him."We'll get trapped in there!"

N rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed with me at this point. "I think we oughta go down to the dungeons and get the Black Baron to, ah, do us a little favour" he says.

"What, are you MAD? Asking a filthy pirate for help?"

"What? You have a better idea? I say we go down there and strike up a deal with him to get us out and away from here in exchange for a share of the money."

I take a second to carefully consider our options at this point: a) keep running around the courtyards and eventually get caught by the guards, b) backtrack to the way we came in and get caught by the guards, or c) go down to the dungeons and free Black Roberts for a chance at survival. Finally I utter the words "Fine, we'll do it your way."

By some miracle, we're able to evade our pursuers and make it down to the old fighting pits under the castle - the dungeons. The whole place is in terrible shape; everything in the room is old and the only possible light source is an unlit kerosene lamp in the corner of the room surrounded by old matches. The lantern doesn't provide much light in this dark and dusty corridor, but from what I could tell, no one was there.

"Great, just great" I say, obviously frustrated. "No one's down here."

"Shit, don't tell me he escaped?" my brother asks while trying to search the area despite the lack of light. "Wouldn't put it past him" I mumble.

As we whisper angrily to each other, a muscular arm comes shooting out between a set of bars, capturing N at the neck. My eyes instantly jerk to the body connected to the arm, Black Roberts.

"Bastard! Put him down!" I say sternly. He only chuckles. "Now that's not very ladylike is it?" he asks. I scowl at him. "I'm sorry, did you not hear me darling?" I ask condescendingly. "I said put him down."

"And why should I take orders from a whore, hm?" He asks, tightening his grip on Nagisa's windpipe.

"You value your life, do you not?" I ask, yet Black Roberts stays silent. "Unlike yourself, I can actually get you out of here" I say, twirling the key around my finger. "So unless you want to be shot on spot as soon as the guards come down here and find us, you have no choice but to take 'orders' from me."

"... Fine, I'm listening" Roberts says finally, letting go of my brother's throat.

"We'll let you out. IF, and only if, you help us escape."

Roberts, feeling cocky, walks over to a horrible excuse for a bed in the corner of his cell and lays down with his hands behind his head. "I'm not stupid enough to make a deal with a couple of thieves . . . got any cigars?"

I raise my eyebrow. What does cigars have to do with anything? "No."

"Then get out of my sight."

Fine. Two can play at that game. I turn to my brother. "Obviously he's not going to help us. Let's just go, I'm sure there are plenty of other people willing to help in exchange for a sum of our recently acquired affluence." In the cell behind me I can feel Roberts shift in his bed.

"Sounds like a good idea" N says, playing along.

After years and years of my brother and I conning even the smartest of men, we've our routines down to a science. We go from town to town, whorehouse to whorehouse. N slips drugs into the heavy-drinking mens' drinks, and I coax them into bed with me. I let them play around for a while before I slit their throats and rob them of every pretty penny. At this point, we are master smooth-talkers.

As we begin to walk away, Black Roberts' voice suddenly calls. "Wait!" he says.

"Yes?" I say innocently as I turn my head.

"How much money exactly?" he asks curiously. Hook, line, and sinker.

"A third of what we have" I say, coming up with that on the spot.

I feel his eyes on my when he calls me over, and I reluctantly obey. His eyes seem to fixate on my chest - of course, this is nothing new for me. However, as it turns out, he wasn't staring at what I thought he was. His arm suddenly pulls me in by the gold rosary around my neck. He looks back up to my face. Looking at him closely, he was actually quite handsome. He must've been a good few years older than me. A large scar ran down his face on a diagonal, and I found this incredibly sexy. But I knew I had to hold my ground. "Well, you're certainly a looker aren't you?" he asks trying to intimidate me. "Anyway, you say you'd pay me. How 'bout we start with this?" he says, yanking on my rosary once again.

"Like hell!" I stammer and pull away.

"Hmph, so you were lying" Roberts says as he lets go of his hold on me.

I roll my eyes. I don't have time to deal with this bullshit.

"Fine" I said as I took off the rosary and chucked it at his face. "Take us to the Gardiner's Trove and there'll be plenty more where that came from."

"Yeah, yeah sweetheart. Now unlock the door will you?"

I roll my eyes again, forgetting everything I thought about him being handsome, and unlock the cell's barred door.

He steps out, now right in front of me. I marvel at just how big he is; he looks like he could crush me with just one hand. As I gaze up at him, he suddenly has his arm around my waist and throws me over his shoulder. "What the hell?!"

"Shut up" he says. "I don't wanna dawdle along with your tiny legs, now c'mon!"

And with that he goes dashing out the corridor with me in tow and N right behind.

"Who'd have thought? Enjoying a drink in a country bar gets me thrown in jail and then threatened by a whore" he mutters angrily.

"I did not!" I shot back, but he came back even quicker. "Something about being shot on sight?"

God damn, this was going to be the death of me.