Authors note:
Desartrose: This story was written by two people Desartrose and monsterhunterkit. It is based off of a RP between us. Do you want to say anything MHK?
MHK: I think my name is personally more awesome. We don't own the hetalia characters but the others are ours. Take them and fear my wrath.
It was a clear, refreshing night. the merchant ship Florance, prepares to be docked for the night. Her captain, Francis Bonnefoy stands at the helm, guiding her to rest for the night, after a long day of sailing. They are docking next to a small island, carrying a cargo of ammunition and war supplies. Two months away from France they are, heading to a fort four months from their current position.
Captains log. Day 58 of The Florance's voyage. We are almost two months into the journey. The journey so far has been very uneventful. The men are missing home already, as am I. the skies have been clear the past 2 weeks but it seems there is a storm brewing in the North West. James thinks there is nothing to worry about and we will out run it, but I am not so sure..
After Francis sets his log down and walks out of his cabin, there is loud cracks from below deck and followed by an intense heat. Captain Bonnefoy gets thrown off the deck by the explosion. He gets hurled from the ship and into a palm tree on the island.
Arthur Kirkland, captain of a pirate has docked his ship in open waters on the other side of the island for the night. Standing on deck using the stars to pin point his location. "So, yes…Alright, well we aren't off cours-" The large deafening explosion, knocked him off his feet. "What the bloody hell was that? FUCK!" Gets up and looks at the island, and takes out his spy glass, and sees the island is on fire. "Now with that kind of explosion, there has to be some things we can salvage…" His crew, mumbling get up above deck. Arthur turns to his crew, "Get back in your beds, we have a wreak to salvage at dawn."