Back Story!
Arthur Kirkland famous pirate of the English seas, was once a whaler. Whaler's are people who hunt whales on ships. Arthur hates this about his past but he can never seem to keep it in the dark. He still has the reflexes from it and everything.
His lover Alfred does not know this about Arthur's past. In fact he knows barely anything about Iggy's (Arthur) past. One day their ship was passing a whaler ship. Then out of no where a whale emerges to the surface.
"Ther' she blows!" a man from the other ship shout's. Arthur bolts right out of bed and gets his gun and heads out on deck. Alfred awoken by his lover sudden movement follows him.
Arthur continues in almost a trance like state aims his weapon and fires. The bullet hits right on its mark, the whales eye. The whale dies instantly. The men aboard the other ship quickly collect the whale, thinking if the other ship shot it they'll want it. They weren't about to let them have it.
Arthur emerges from his state and looks around. " How the bloody hell did I get here?"
"You walked here love, right after the other ship said something. Why did you do that love?" Alfred asked turning to his lover.
"Damn I still have my bloody reflexes." Arthur muttered to himself.
"What was that Artie?"
"Don't call me Artie, Come on we'll talk about this in my cabin." Arthur said as he noticed some of his crew were starting to stare and he didn't want everyone combating him with questions.
He led Alfred to his cabin and motioned for them to sit on their bed.
"So tell me my Arthur, Why did you do that?"
"Well, I really don't want the crew to know this but, I will tell you. When I was young I was whaler, I hated the job, but I loved the sea. I was then found by my family. Until they fell on hard times and I was forced to marry that horrid man Francis. I ran away from him once the ceremony was over and went back to the sea. Stole a ship and became a pirate. Never told any one though except you of course. That life is done and over with. I never told anyone because I thought they would think differently of me. Do you think differently of me?"
"No, my love, but can we continue our previous activities?"
"Of course Alfie." Arthur then pulled Alfred into a sweet passionate kiss.