Captain Kirkland

I've had this idea a while just now deciding to write it down. I can't seem to find any story on how characters got into a certain situation for instance, say there's a story About Sabaku no Gaara in a mental home, I can't seem to find any stories that just focus on how he got into his situation and how he will get out of it. So I decided to take our favourite thick-eye browed Englishman and put him in the early 1700's as a normal person and follow his story as he rises to become the most famous Pirate (how he got there, what he had to do the such) and then his downfall afterwards and where he ends up.

Now this is an AU so the people are not immortal nor are they countries, there could be magical stuff in here though. Human names will be used, I won't be using old English since I don't really understand it all, sorry that this goes against the time period and I will be changing the ages again so that an adult Antonio can introduce young Arthur into sailing and piracy. Thank you for reading this now ONWARDS!
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Ark one: Boyhood part 1

Arthur Kirkland ran through the streets of London Dodging the feet of those that could afford shoes. His feet were dirty and his clothes plain and tattered. His top used to be white but now was a dull murky grey a patch on his left shoulder showing where he had to repair it after it was ripped in a chase. He was panting badly as his pre-adolescent body fought to stay ahead of the man behind him. In his arms was a bundle wrapped in brown paper. The stone houses of London sped past him as he weaved between people his body low and hunched so that he could go faster and be smaller. He turned down a dark damp Alleyway when he tripped on a raised cobble stone. He hissed his Emerald eyes closing in pain as he lay splayed on the ground the bundle flying out of his hands.

He gasped and reached as the contents spilled into the mud. A plain loaf of bread landed in a muddy puddle the loaf immediately becoming dirty and soggy, a plump red apple bounced once and rolled past the loaf landing in a mud pile. Arthur scrambled to get up only to be stopped by a kick in the gut. He keeled over gripping his stomach his golden blonde hair falling in his face, hiding his eyes and slim but dirty face.
"You little piece of shit!" Shouted a gruff man's voice Shouted at him as a heavy boot hit his stomach making him gasp and groan. "You son of a bitch that was tonight's dinner, you better be able to pay for that!" Arthur just shook. He whimpered as his dirty messy hair was grabbed and pulled so his face was off the ground. A bony fist was smashed into his face. He felt his nose start to bleed. The Gruff, middle-aged man did not stop though, his breath stank of ale and his face was unshaven and his hair turning grey with old age, his face was curled with rage. He punched Arthur again and again getting blood on his loose, white shirt. He seemed to get angrier at this and hit Arthur one last time before storming off with the soggy bread and muddy apple.

Arthur sat on the ledge of London Bridge staring at the waters below him his bare feet swinging slowly. His body was thin from malnutrition. His messy hair swayed in the wind. His clothes hung off him as they were way too big. A Huge building stood to his right showing the start of a series of houses than stood upon London Bridge. He heard boots getting closer until some-one sat beside him and handed him a slice of bread. Arthur slowly looked at the person.

He was tanned and had dark brown, slightly curly hair pulled into a pony tail held there with a gentle orange ribbon. He had on him a pair of matador trousers gripping to his legs and loose shirt. He had a belt holding his trousers up. He had his trousers tucked into white stockings that stopped just past his knees and knee-high brown boots. His Shirt was tight around his wrists and neck, the bottom tucked into his trousers. The shirt was decorated with decorative buttons of Whitby jet a portrait carved into each one that Arthur couldn't quite make out. He had a cravat on folded over and tucked into his shirt a luvalite circular pendant, an intricate spiral of gold surrounding the stone, was attached to the cravat. He looked young and his green eyes swimmed with mischief. "Eat up niño pequeño. You'll get strong that way" The Mans voice was smooth and had a heavy Spanish accent. Arthur stared at him then at the bread in his hands before taking a slow bite. The man seemed pleased as he smiled gently his eyes closing. "I saw what happened before; he had no right to do that."
Arthur just hummed his reply as he ate his bread. "Why did you do this?" asked Arthur his voice meek and timid barely being heard of the chatter of people behind him and the roaring river below. The men just smiled and stood.

"I know what it's like living poor; I don't like people like you get beat up for no reason. I don't think it is right at all." The man replied smiling gently. He looked at Arthur for a while and smirked, "Say why don't you work for me? You'll get food and a dry place to sleep. What do you say mi amigo?" Arthur nearly inhaled his bread looked at the man.
"Y-you mean that!" Arthur's voice was enthusiastic and he smiled broadly when the man nodded. The man smiled too and stood up walking back into the streets of London Arthur following close behind.
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Arthur walked for hours the sun slowly moving in the sky as they walked. They were nearing the outskirts of London when The Man decided to take the alleyways instead of the main road. Arthur was a little confused but followed him through twisting alleyways trying to keep up with the man's large strides. Eventually they entered a field of long grass. The sun was low in the western sky now. They were travelling in a south eastern direction, Arthur was beginning to tire but Antonio, as the man had declared his name a few hours ago, seemed to have endless amounts of energy. They had fallen quiet an hour ago due to them running out of topics and Arthur's sleepy responses. They kept going through the long grass not stopping.

The sky slowly faded from blue to Orange and lastly black, there was no moon tonight just the stars, Arthur had trouble keeping up with Antonio in the dim light he was getting progressively sleepier until eventually he yawned and stopped moving. Antonio stopped too and looked back. "Come on, we're nearly there" Stated Antonio. Arthur pushed himself onwards. After only another hour of walking Arthur collapsed his eyes sliding shut exhaustion overcoming him. Antonio laughed slightly and picked him up; he carried on walking the sun slowly starting to rise to the east.
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When Arthur next awoke the sun was high in the sky. He jolted and wriggled a little bit not remembering where he was. Antonio slowly set him down as Arthur rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He blinked a few times and looked around him. They were facing a cliff on the other side was another cliff face further away he could see a cliff village. He looked up at Antonio a confused look on his face. Antonio just smiled and then stepped off the cliff! Arthur rushed to the edge expecting to see a broken Antonio instead he came face to face with a smirking Antonio stood on a slanting ledge. The ledge circled around the cliff edge coming to stop at the sandy bay below. Arthur looked confused and took a step back to take a better look. Because of the way the bay was shaped and how tall the grass was Arthur couldn't see the ledge, he grinned and followed Antonio down and onto the bay where a large 3 sail boat docked a walkway leading up to the deck was lowered.

The Ship was beautiful, Decorated in gold and red paint, the sails were white and brand new. The figure head was that of a beautiful woman in a tight dress the dress flowed out and made the prow of the ship her hair was long and carved to it stuck to her back; a pair of castanet's in her hands. Various people rushed around on deck lowering things into the cargo, tying ropes, cleaning a few were climbing the mast's to check the knots holding the Sails. At the top a black flag waved in the gentle breeze, the shape of a skull and crossbones printed on it. Arthur looked at confused and looked at Antonio. "What Country are you from, I've never seen that flag before and why dock here? There's a dock near London town." He said quickly. Antonio laughed and pointed at the flag.
"We're Pirates Arthur and that there is the jolly Rodger." Arthur gave him a confused look at the word 'pirate', "We...liberate gold and jewels from wealthy ships and put them to much better use." Arthur nodded and was pat on the back. "Now Arthur you see that man by the barrels, go talk to him"
"why?" Asked Arthur.
"Because he's you're new boss, and this is your new workplace" he replied before walking up on deck and into a door on deck leaving Arthur on the sand.
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Arthur instantly regrets stepping onto the ship. The man he had been asked to talk to was short and had tanned skin from working under the sun so much, His brown beady eyes stared right through Arthur. He had a dirty brown top on and a pair of trousers tucked into black leather boots. His hair was also brown but was short and fell around his face like Arthur. He shook his head and grabbed his Arm, "Those clothes are not fit to work in." He stated. His voice fitted his body, grating and high pitched for a man. He disappeared under a hatch for a moment then came back with a clean blue shirt and a pair of breeches "Put them on" he commanded. Arthur quickly did so and watched as a bandana was wrapped around his forehead. A mop and bucket were placed into his hands "I was this deck spotless Cabin boy!" He said walking off. It wasn't the work Arthur regrets, at least he was getting food and a bed for his services, no It was the motion of the boat.

While he was working the 'Captain' Antonio Hernández Carriedo stood back up on deck his clothes, a lot more showy covered in fire cold trims and jewels a gold hoop in his left ear a black tricorn captain's hat on his head Adorned with feathers and coins. A piece of hair was now braided down the side of his face a coin on the end and tri-coloured ribbons wrapping around the braid, the rest was still in his pony tail. He stood at the helm gripping the wheel and spun the wheel to port making the boat face out to sea; the sails were lowered and caught the wind. The ship sailed out into open waters. Arthur started having trouble standing still with the motion of the ship. He began to feel sickly and eventually had to stumble to the railing to throw up over the side of the ship. Both the captain and first mate, the man Arthur had been told to see, shook their heads and faced forward. He spun the wheel to make the bow of the ship face south. Once Arthur had gotten his bearings he headed to the side of Antonio. "w-where are we heading sir?" he asked feeling nervous in the new environment.
"Tortuga" was his only answer as the sea winds carried him further from the Streets of London.
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Thank you for reading!
Ship terms used:
Prow/bow: front of the ship. Bow is the navigational name of it, prow is just the general name used.
Port: Left side of the ship
deck: top of the boat where work is mostly done this is technically called the poop deck
Helm: wheel that steers the ship.
Thank you! Welcome to constructive criticism but not flames thank you!