Antonio was enjoying a nap as a short break from his patrolling duties, when commotion out on the deck interrupted him. He stepped out of his room and yawned.
"What's going on out here?"
"C-Captain! There is an English pirate ship ahead, and it's heading for us!"
"Who is it this time?"
"Judging from the flag, it's most likely Arthur Kirkland, Captain."
The Spaniard flinched at the mention of his arch enemy's name, but tried to keep a straight face. After all, he was in front of his subordinates.
"Prepare for battle!"
Antonio struggled to keep himself upright, only to fall onto the cold deck of his maimed ship again. His wounded body was covered in blood, and he felt lightheaded. There were much more pirates than he had expected; they were outnumbered by two to one. It all happened so fast. Starting with the first cannonball that hit the mast directly. He tried to keep the pirates back, fighting as many of them as he could. However, his limit was reached when his crewmembers began falling one by one; he couldn't stay standing for long. Antonio's train of thoughts was abruptly stopped when a pair of leather boots, followed by the familiar sound of footsteps, came into his view.
"My, my, what have we here?" A blonde young man with bushy eyebrows and a black eye patch sneered, looking down on Antonio. "The Spanish fleets are really overrated, I say. You scalawags were finished off so quickly…"
"Arthur Kirkland… I won't forget this." The fallen man glared up at the englishman with an effort.
"Haha! But you won't have anything to remember if I finish you right here, right now..." Arthur grabbed the Spaniard by the collar and put a dagger to his throat. "Hmm?"
"I'm not scared to die."
A mischievous grin spread across the blonde's face. "Then shall we try something more interesting?"
"What are you-"
Without giving the weakened Antonio any time to resist, the pirate pushed him back and fastened his hands back to a wooden mast. Then he tore off a long piece of Antonio's ragged shirt, and used it as a makeshift gag for his new prey. After having done this, Arthur took a step back and took in the delicious sight. Seeing the slightly larger man all beat up and tied back helplessly was definitely a turn-on for him.
"Oh, what a sight you are. And you call yourself a captain of the 'mighty' Spanish armada."
"Mmm!" The captive tried to pull away from the binds without much success.
The pirate chuckled as he peeled off his gloves and shoved them in his jacket, and inched towards Antonio on all fours. He put himself just millimeters from Antonio's face, and stared directly into the glaring brown eyes as he ran his hands down the bare, muscular chest. Arthur's hands found the cut he'd given the other during the short duel earlier, and digged his fingernails into them. That caused Antonio to shudder in pain, and beads of perspiration faced on his forehead. Satisfied with the reaction that was drawn from his victim, Arthur smirked wickedly and wetted his lips.
This is going to be a long, long night.