GAHHHHH! This needs to stop happening to me. I get ideas and they just have to happen. So here's some Pirate England, cause I love him, and Fem!America. I'm still writing my other stories and working on joint stories with another author, but I apologize if I don't update as often! Thanks guys! :)
The girl with the choppy dirty blonde hair and shining sapphire eyes stepped off the ship in the English port and onto the dock. She had very little with her as she hoped she would be able to start over here in England. It was odd; most people were going to her home, America, for new beginnings. But it was all expected by her. She was one of the first generations to be born in the colonies, though many were yet to be official crown British colonies. She had been born in Rhode Island in the year 1638. It was now 1656 and the world around her was changing fast. More and more people came to the 'new world' every day. But for Amelia Williams, daughter of the prominent Roger Williams back in America, the founder of the Rhode Island colony, she wanted to see where it all began. She wanted to start somewhere totally knew, at least for her. But her father was a well known man, rich as well, as he had recently returned from England and been elected president of the colony. She would have to be careful not to be used against her father, for ransom or some such nonsense. Amelia wasn't worried though. She could fend for herself.
"Well hello there, miss. From the American colonies, I see. Do you need any help finding someone or something?" Amelia sighed as she looked back at the man who had spoken to her. She was very pretty and people often gave her random charity simply to gain her affection. She was a little sick of it, but remained hospitable to them. "As a matter of fact, yes. Could you direct me to the 'Salty Sea Dog Inn' please? A letter from one of my brother's old associates say I can find work there." The man nodded and pointed down the street. "Go left at the corner and it will be directly- HEY!"
Amelia backed up, shocked at the man's outburst. His entire attention was now focused on young men, holding a bag of coins and running at top speed. With a start, Amelia realized they had swiped the coins from the man's waist, something that was on the verge of impossible. They looked back and she immediately noticed they were almost identical, except one looked unbelievably happy, and the other seemed to have a permanent scowl. Within seconds, they had disappeared into the crowd of people.
Amelia looked at the man, who was fuming with anger. "What was that?" Her growled and leaned against the dock. "Bloody pirates, or so they say. No can prove anything of course, so they've never been caught. Those two are from Italy, but they sail with a man named Arthur Kirkland, a true pirate if I've ever seen one. But no can get charge them, so they run around theivin. It's a bad month for yer purse if that crew is in town. I'll warn ya, stay away from them if ya can. They're good fer nothin."
Amelia raised an eyebrow and thanked the man politely. Pirates? In a little town like this? Preposterous. Then again, maybe because it was small, it would be less conspicuous, and have less people to look for you. Still... pirates. As she walked in the direction the man had pointed her, she pondered the idea. Having never been to England, Amelia couldn't help but romanticize the idea of a pirate. She had heard stories of how they were heros; men who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. But those boys had stolen from a poor, lowly sailor. Surely they were simply low grade thieves...
Amelia looked up to realize she had walked much too far and missed the corner that the inn was on. She spun around, only to also see that she had wandered into a dark alley, completely branched off from the street. How had she managed to get this lost? She began her walk back up the alley, only to spin quickly at the light sound of a soft British voice. "Well, well, well. What have we got here? A lovely lady, wanderin around the alley ways? Miss, that certainly wasn't a great idea."
Amelia stared into the shadows as a young man, probably about three or four years older than herself, stepped into the fading light. He wore low riding black pants with a sheath for a sword acting as a belt. A flowing white shirt peaked out from under a long burgandy coat with brass buttons, and he had his sword drawn out at his side, using it as a cane. But Amelia was unable to see his face as wide brimmed hat with a red feather was pulled down over his eyes. She could indeed see his condescending smirk, and though she was initialy frightened, the smirk made her angery as well. Who the hell did this man think he was anyway?
She gathered her strength and stood up straight. "Excuse me sir, but I must be on my way." She made a step towards the street, only to gasp and stagger back as a sword humped out and blocked her way. "Now, now, miss. Not so hasty. I won't hurt you. Just hand over your money, and I'll be on my merry way." His white teeth glinted in the soft light as Amelia stared at the sword. Would he really hurt her if she didn't comply. There was no way to know. She would simply have to risk it. Besides, he didn't know how much money she had. One bag of coins and he would leave her alone. SLowly she reached into her coat and pulled out a purse.
The man smiled and stepped forward to take it. Amelia also stepped forward, stepping on his foot and grabbing his sword. He cried out as she spun the sword to point at his neck. He backed into the wall and Amelia used one of her hands to brace herself, placing it next to his head. "I guess you misjudged me, sir." Now Amelia was grinning wickedly, enjoying this feeling. It didn't last long though, as she noticed the man was chuckling. "Not bad, for a girl. Your father must have taught you that." Amelia scowled. "My brother actually. He-" She gasped as one of the boy's hands shot up and grabbed her waist, the other spinning the sword from her grip. He pushed her against the opposite wall, Amelia gasping in pain as her head hit the brick.
"I guess your brother forgot to tell you to not have idle conversation with your captive." Amelia glared at him, receiving a smirk in return. "Now. Your money, if you please." She scowled and reached for the coins again. With the hand not holding the sword, the thief reached out. "I think I deserve to see the face of my robber, wouldn't you say?" Amelia was both trying to stall and truly curious. The boy laughed and reached up to remove his hat. Surprised it had worked, Amelia tried to think of a plan- but was stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the young man's face.
He had golden blonde hair, the color sunshine. His pale skin was smooth and flawless and his bushy eyebrows made him seem slightly goofy, but also able to be absolutely stone cold. But the thing that caused Amelia to stare was his eyes. They were gorgeous, the color of perfect emeralds. They gleamed in the light and held unknown emotion; entertainment, excitement, sadness, cruelty. She could see them all just in his eyes. Unfortunately sh edidn't get to look for very long, as the boy then pulled his hat over her eyes, grabbed the bag of coins and ran.
She cried out as she ripped the hat off, but by the time she had, the boy with the green eyes and golden hair had disappeared. She set the hat down on a barrel beside her and stared down the alley, trying to figure out where he had gone. It was less than a second later and she turned back to the hat she had set down. Except there was no hat. It too had disappeared.
Amelia spun around, looking for the elusive man. She probably looked like a total fool, spinning around looking for a ghost. Finally, she sighed and gave one last look at the place where the hat had been. Now there was something there again. Her mouth fell open as she picked up the object and held it in her palm. A gold coin. But not one she had seen before. It had a skull on it, one with a hat very much like the young man's, and two skeleton hands held criss-crossed swords. She stared at the token, glancing around once more for the thief. This was certainly going to be an interesting town if this had all happened within the first hour of her arrival.
Sighing, Amelia made her way down the street to find the inn she would be working at, all the while thinking of the man who had stolen her purse. She didn't even know his name. Only that he had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen; full of secrets and excitement and mystery. And his attitude- like he owned the world and didn't care. It was really... attractive! Amelia stopped herself. Attractive? He ROBBED you. Get a grip. She put her head down and marched on to the inn, which she finally managed to find, and walked inside, part of her mind still on the handsome, mysterious man who had so rudely welcomed her to her new home.