Dia Duit!

Me: Lul, this is the first Fan fic that I am determined to finish. I forgot about my account, and I've lost the password *look of utter anger and frustration* (1AllyBear1) Well, I should let you read…

BTW, this is Pirate! Iggy X Princess! Ireland. They never get any love and they are my favorite couple :/ …...

So, with that, I present you a story that you should probably give me a name to.

AND BEFORE I FORGET, there will be lemon in much (or not) later chappys… (YES I CALL CHAPTERS CHAPPYS/CHAPPY. DEAL WITH IT.)

And I do have a lot of "Olde" language…

CHAPPY 1: JOYOUS DAY

Joyous day! Joyous day! The angels sing with the demons and unity! We are one yet again! We are one yet again!

-A random thing that I just thought of.

Joyous day, the day has come! The war will end and the kingdom will be saved! I kept on repeating in my light ginger head. Our people can sleep at night knowing that they are safe! Even the lowest slaves and beggars will weep with happiness!

I got out my diary, given as a gift from the young servant girl, Clare. Grabbing my shamrock pendant from my chest, I inserted the end of the emerald shamrock and lightly twisted, making sure not to detach it from the chain fastened around my neck. Simply, I started writing.

Dear Diary,

This is a wondrous day! I am to be wed to the Scottish prince. I do not know his name, but I do own a single picture of him. He has short but slightly curly dark red hair with icy eyes. This prince does also own a shaved beard, I can tell by the slight hairs on his chin. He is ghastly pale and skinny. I also heard that he is a military commander, and a envy to all other men. He is handsome, but he looks cold, and hollow. I don't exactly know why all the maidens long for him. Well, Tis important. What is important, is that our marriage will end this United Kingdom War, and thus will turn all of our possible gore-filled future into dust. The wedding will be held by The Grand Clock, in Scotland. Our kingdom will be on a small, mountain island, owned by the Wales. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to through my life away, just yet. I will not be able to visit my loyal subjects and townsfolk, whom have helped me stay strong, even during the worst moments and made them my best. I will miss my four loyal friends,, Ulster, Connaught, Leinster, and Munster, and all 32 priests, including my little servant Clare. Clare… I will dearly miss her. (YA SEE WHAT I DID THERE? THE FOUR PROVINCES OF IRELAND AND THE 32 COUNTIES?)

I will bring only a few items, and sneak you on there, as well, for you are my only remembrance of the child. See you on the "S.S. Ireland", my personal ship that I will never see again.

Goddess and Jesus Christ, Please differ the lonesome life that I must ender.

~ Erin Chloe O'Connor

"You're Highness," A young voice called out approximately ten metres behind me. Turning, I saw just a cross and a head full of brown orange hair. My eyes widened with realization.

"Clare! You know that you could very easily be beheaded if anyone was to find you here!"

Her lightly tanned face became tear stained.

"E-Erin…"

When I heard my name I knew that she was trying to say two words that she feared from the day I met her, the day I saved her from being raped in the dark alley way two years ago, the only sanction the girl of eleven years knew at that horrid time. I made a bee-line for her small, fragile body, and embraced it, whispering sweet nothings to my self-proclaimed little sister until the down pour stopped.

"Please, my dear, tell me the reason for your bright face to rain."

"Good…Good… Goodbye, Erin. I will miss you! I do so wish for your return! Please… Please promise me you won't forget me! Please don't stray for to long!" Clare sobbed into my shoulder, as I stopped fighting the tears.

I dropped to my knees and we just cried into each other, not wanting to depart.

"Clare… you know that I could never forget you, you are my little sister, the sun of my life. I will be back, and just remember I live inside of you, and you inside of me. My dear girl, I am the one begging you not to forget me…"

There was a knock on my doors, completely ruining the moment. "My Highness…" It was my personal adviser.

"Clare! Be a good lass! You must hide! When this hall is empty you will retreat into the church! Goodbye, Clare," I gently kissed her on the forehead, "I will be back for you."

And with that, she ran behind the long drapes, or my excuse for curtains, unseen by man.

Wiping away the last of my tears, my royal adviser entered the room his voice booming, "Ms. O'Connor, there you are! We need to go right away! Are you ready?"

I took a glance at the window, and nodded.

"Oh dear, look at you! All grown and ending a war while getting married, your mother would be so proud!" he took me away from my room, leaving Clare, and down pass my corridors and out into the open, only to be thrown into a high-quality carriage.

My royal adviser was dragging on and on about the bloody wedding and my "New Life", of which I could care less about- Wait! I care less about it now.

I was hassled out of the carriage, and snuck onto my vessel. It was moon high. My departure had to be kept a secret, for it was public, there would be a dangerously high possibility that I would get killed. Did I mention that a lot of people wanted either Ireland or Scotland completely obliterated? Well, you have learned something today.

You see we really never did like those damned English fools, but invading their land while getting a peace treaty between the two is kind of taking it over the top. England was now gone, And Instead of it being "Great Britain", Tis now just "Scotland and the Wales". So Ireland had to fight England's fight and this is how this predicament started. I was a wee lass when this began, at the age of only nine. I am now not a day over twenty, and after a few short months of winter and spring, it will become my day of birth and I will be twenty-one, my years of freedom over with my marriage. I really don't want to be tied down like this. But I must help my people! I vowed I would on my mothers' grave! That still doesn't mean I have to enjoy it though.

My adviser gave me a tour of the ship when the anchor was lifted and I took that one, and final glance, not just at the only place I ever longed to be, but my home, my people, my nature filled, luscious land, my place of which I belong, that I will never see again.

I solemnly walked into my cabin. SLAM! The door most definitely found its place, and for the first time in my life, I was truly unhappy. No, that doesn't describe it. Loathing, Despising, furious, and depressed of what I sins -that do not belong to me- I had to pay for.

I got out my satin bag -which was really not meant to carry items but to waste money and then show off- and dumped out all of it's carefully packet contents onto the rocking cedar and oak floor. Never in my time have I been so…so… I can't even think of a word that describes it… not even at my mothers' funeral.

Squishing my brow together from frustration, I roughly threw the items all around the room until I found the only thing that they gave me for protection, two titanium daggers. These where extremely heavy for a commoner, but for me it is… what is that French term…part of pie? Yes, Part of pie indeed. I am a child of war, and because of that I know how to kill using the most common things, like swords, daggers, a bow, all guns, poison, and hand to hand combat, and the more… usual weapons, such as paper clips, instruments, paper, and don't even get me started on scarves.

Out of all of my emotions I took one in each hand and through them vigorously at the wall. I then walked over, pulled them out of the newly made holes, and started carving the life out of the poor wooden planks. Once I realized that if I kept going like this my S.S. Ireland would break, I dropped them to the ground, letting the floor catch them, stripped, and fell into bed.

I woke up and got on a sailor uniform – my "cover", grabbing the daggers of the floor with new holes, and putting them concealed from the eye but not from my skin. I got out of my sad excuse of a princess's cabin, leaving the mess behind. The sun was soaring brightly and high, the complete opposite of what I feel. There isn't anything in site but my deck and the oceans' sea.

"Ah! You are awake! And you are in your sailor uniform. If it wasn't for you're beautiful body I would never think that the loving you can be in there!" My royal adviser rambled eternally until interrupted by a yell. It was in sailor term, so that could mean "I'm starving!" for all I know. You could tell that it didn't though, when the captain grabbed the telescope and the crew flew into action.

It was insane. Almost every crew member had a gun and where loading the cannon. My Royal Adviser was pestering trying to figure out what on God's green and blue Earth was happening. You see, me and my Adviser are two totally different people. He kept questioning everyone, I simply got annoyed with not knowing and snatched the telescope away from the captain, putting my left eye into it.

I saw a very elegant battle boat and got a good glance at the flag. I was white, but had a red line going across it and down it, making a plus mark.

That was England's flag. The United Kingdoms' flag is a mixture of it's and Scotland's. Then I suddenly saw why all the men where ready to fight. There was a small, black flag above it with a red skull sowed into it.

"By the holy three and the Goddess. That's Captain Arthur Kirkland's ship, isn't it?" My Adviser said.

I know him- not personally, but I know him. He is just two and a half years older then me, and is the most feared pirate with each crew member from a different country. Well, I only have four words to say.

We. Are. Totally. Fecked.

Point of view change: Now to Iggy!

I breathed in the scent of the sea on this Earthly night.

I have it all. The ships, the crew, the fame, the fortune, I could easily kidnap some women, yes, yes. But I still need something to complete my wondrous life- something… perfect.

My blonde hair was kept in a short pigs-tail, only going to mid-neck. I had a sharp nose to smell the water, and the green orbs to see its beauty, as well. The sun was riding the sky, and I saw a small fragment in my perfect view. A ship, much like my own, but more… more… everything.

"Ivan, bring me my golden telescope." I ordered the Russian.

"Da." T'was all he said, purple eyes disappearing, but returning with my new toy, fresh from The New World. I got a better view at the ship as I filled more with envy. And then, that envy abruptedly stopped.

The S.S. Ireland. A smirk appeared on my lips. If the information his sources had gathered where correct, the princess of Ireland was on her way to marry that fool, Prince Alan. I guess it would be most kind of me to release her soon-to-be-found misery.

"Yao and Kiku, get everyone to prepare for a ship raid, I need to get complete my collection. "

"Yes sir, aru."

"Hai."

The two lovers went to inform everyone, and Gilbert put up two peculiar flags. Yes, the day was most joyous.

K, so what did you think? Is there anything that I need (or should) change? Okay then, it's seven AM time to go to school!

YOU WILL FIND OUT why Clare and I are so close…. In the future. ;)

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