Alfred F. Jones stood on the bow of his ship, staring out into the sunset. A small smile graced his handsome features and the glow from the setting sun brought out the blue in his eyes. Today had been a good day, Alfred decided. He'd made a few trades and was well on his way to becoming one of the richest merchants out there.

Alfred was a merchant sailor, and he sold goods that would protect others from pirates. Alfred hated pirates with every fibre of his being, and nothing would ever change that. To Alfred, pirates were scum of the earth, they didn't abide by the law and he thought that they should all be brought to justice.

Of course he couldn't do much, him being only one person. Yes he had fought pirates during his time on the seas and he had won almost every battle. Because he was the hero, Alfred would love to see every pirate eliminated so that others could sail the seas with no fear.

Alfred sighed lightly and moved away from where he was standing and walked across the deck of his ship. The gentle sea breeze blew through his blond hair and he closed his eyes for a second before opening them.

"Alfred?"

He turned to see his twin brother Matthew watching him. Alfred smiled he best smile and walked towards his brother. Matthew returned the smile and said in his quiet voice, "We had a good haul today."

"Yeah, we did. If we continue like this we'll be made!" Alfred looked excited, thinking of the future filled with riches that could be used to bring the pirates down. Matthew smiled at his brother's expression and he led the way inside. Alfred followed, "You did good today Matt. Those pirates were tough."

Matthew blushed, "I did my best…"

"Don't be modest, you were awesome!"

Matthew looked down and didn't say anything. Alfred animatedly recalled the fight between the pirate and his brother earlier that day. Once again their ship had been attacked. They were a prime target for pirates, since Alfred was selling weapons to use against them. Matthew laughed quietly at his brother.

They both reached their cabins and Alfred smiled at his brother, "'Night, Matt. I'll see you in the morning! Ready for another good day?"

"You bet," Matthew replied, smiling. Alfred saluted him and walked into his cabin and shut the door. Matthew sighed, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

Captain Arthur Kirkland wasn't the most patient of men. Watching his first mate, Francis Bonnefoy steer the ship behind the merchants ship ahead of them, he sighed in frustration, "Hurry, would you? I don't want to loose them."

"Patience, petit fleur, one can only go so fast," Francis replied with a smile.

Arthur sighed again and adjusted his hat. His green eyes were fixed on the merchant boat ahead of them and Francis interrupted his train of thought, "Do you think we can take them? The boy has a reputation for slaying any pirates that try to take his ship."

"Of course we can, do you think I would have us tailing them if I didn't?" Arthur replied curtly, "Besides, what swordsman skills can match my own?"

Francis pursed his lips, not finding an answer, which made Arthur satisfied, "Exactly."

"We must be careful though, Captain. We mustn't underestimate them,"

"Of course not, Francis," Arthur's tone of voice showed that he didn't really mean it. Francis, not wanting to argue with his captain, sighed lightly and inhaled deeply, "Nice night…" he wanted to change the subject.

"Indeed, when should we catch up?"

Francis subject change was a failure; "We should be on them by dawn."

"Excellent."

Francis sighed once more and looked ahead, keeping his gaze firmly ahead. It was not yet dark and he could still see the ship in the distance.

"Captain… should we loose sight of the ship, what should we do?

"We are not going to loose it. Do you understand me?"

"Oui…" Francis' eyes widened as he was smacked across the face. He staggered slightly. Arthur glared at him.

"You will not use that inferior language around me, understand?" He hissed. Francis held his cheek and nodded, moving back to the wheel, "Yes… I understand…"

"Good," Arthur walked away to his cabin. Francis muttered a curse word under his breath and continued steering.

Arthur lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He scowled. He would get that ship. He would kill that Alfred Jones. He would make sure of it.

A/N: Hey guys, okay I dunno where this came from xD I just thought it up when I was listening to Alestorm. I'm not sure how long I want this to be yet, obviously this is just an introduction and I'll try to write longer chapters in the future. This is AU and the pairing is USUK :) Uh, so yeah, if you could review that would really help. It boosts my confidence~

Iggy :)