have some kind of cutesy fail angst. yay, take 3983998 of "THE AUTHOR FAILS AT WRITING ANGST!"

do i at least get a "thou hast made a valiant effort" star? no?

Pokemon isn't mine.


The pirate left the castle for days after the war was over.

She counted the days on her fingerprints - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine - each one a day with no homecoming of her pirate.

The war was over.

He was supposed to be back by now.

Should she send a search party? Was he dead? What was going on? Why would no one tell her anything?

No one seemed to like telling her important things, because she just could not keep still when something important was bothering her. So they kept secrets from their beautiful princess.

Something that in all her years she never thought she'd hate as much as she did now.

Even longer the wait had to be when Volkner did not return eighteen days later. The Princess wanted the pirate back in her arms right this second.

She would wait, her dazzling blue eyes locked on the doors where he would come into her throneroom.

Yet the doors never seemed to open, never seemed to close.

And now the Princess was all alone in her kingdom, the only one standing as the black death attacked everyone.


It is fifty days more of no sign from her pirate, and the Princess learns of the tale between him and something that kept him in the ocean, to where he would dive in when his crew was asleep, but she learns he is indeed very alive.

Elesa wants to scream and shout, but since she is a composed person through and through, she must feign her anger and sit to think about it.

Because she knows what had entranced him so much to the point where he has forgotten that he belongs to a princess.

A siren.

And because of how the siren made him die inside, and he will no longer come back to his princess because he can not trust any girl he meets.

She felt like the siren had committed treason towards Elesa, though she had never met the siren girl.

Though, Volkner did not seem like the type to meet one girl and give up on everyone all together.

But she is left cynically waiting for someone that may never come back to her, never come home.

Elesa is startled from her thoughts when the doors open and behind them she sees her pirate.

Oh, but he is not her pirate at all!

He looks bored, stands solemnly, seems to be in pain, in anguish, in such a state where she can no longer see his dazzling blue eyes pop at everything someone does, no longer pop whenever he sees her.

No, he is not her pirate in the slightest.

Guards have fallen, people have been dying and it is not a matter of whether he acts the same or not because he is still her pirate, she tells herself.

She still loves him.

And she knows she does because she's been counting the days that he was not with her, worrying more about him than the fact the death is knocking on her kingdom's door.

Volkner really would have been ashamed of her.

But Elesa fixes herself, gets up from her throne and descends the stairs, long yellow dress streaming behind her.

Her beautiful blue eyes stare into his and she presses her lips to his.

"Welcome home, my love. Do tell me everything."