After some thinking, I decided to make a story about Arlyn and how he met Lapis Lazuli. So here it is, requested by a viewer. Enjoy! And be sure to review!
Steven Universe: Black Flag
Chapter One: Life of a Pirate
It was a sunny yet misty afternoon, as a small merchant ship sailed through the fog, carefully maneuvering its way through the dense fog. The captain steered the ship, trying his best to maneuver his way through the fog, trying not to hit any obstacles in the path, as his lieutenant stood at his side.
"Good evening, captain." He greeted, curtly "A fine day, or it would be, if not for this cursed fog."
"Aye, indeed." The captain said "It's almost impossible to navigate these waters, without accidentally running into anything."
"Yeah." The second-mate nodded "At least we're not running into any pirates today."
"Don't put that thought in my head." The captain frowned "And besides, there hasn't been any pirates, since the golden age."
"I wouldn't say that, captain." The second-mate shooked his head "There are still reports of pirates, roaming the sea's and attacking merchant ships."
"That's just rumors, lad." The captain chuckled "There's no way they can be true."
As they sailed through the fog, however, unbeknownst to them, a much larger frigate followed, just enough distance, to avoid being seen, as its crew silently prepared the cannons.
Back with the merchant ship, the second-mate looked off the port side of the ship, then noticed something off in the distance.
"Captain?" The second-mate gulped "We have some company."
"Probably just a passing vessel." The captain shrugged, ignoring the danger "Nothing to worry about."
That soon changes, when the neighboring ship fired its cannons, sending several cannonballs through the hull of the merchant ship, causing quite the fright.
"What the-" The captain ducked, as several more cannonballs smashed through the wall, smashing the radio "What's going on?!"
He stepped out, to see what was happenning, only to be surrounded by four men, pointing their assault rifles at him. The men dragged the captain to the deck, pushing him to his knees with the rest of his crew, which was only about six men, then a mysterious figure stepped onto the deck. The figure wore a pair of baggy white sweatpants, a light blue t-shirt, a pair of dark blue military styled boots, and a dark blue leather jacket to match. His skin was tanned, his left eye was bright green, while his right eye was dark blue, his hair was black as night, and was medium height, and seemed to be in his mid-twenties. He also had twin sabers sheathed at his sides, twin pistols as well, both strapped on the sides of his legs, and several other small peices of equipment, as he turned his attention to his prisoners, with a snide smirk on his face.
"Ahoy, gents!" He declared, as he circled his prisoners "My name is Arlyn Calder. And this..." He waved a hand to his accomplices, who responded with only grunts and chuckles "Is my crew." He returned his attention to the prisoners "We're sailors, just like you. Only we don't necessarily follow..." He stopped for a moment, before smirking "By the book. We see something we like, we take it. One way or another. Of course, we try to avoid bloodshed, if we can, but if our prey puts up a fight, well..." Arlyn chuckled "We give them a one-way trip to Davey Jones locker! Ain't that right, boys?!"
The crew cheered loudly, as Arlyn only chuckled, as he turned back to the prisoners.
"So, here's how it's going to work." He explained "We're gonna take whatever it is you have on this tiny sail boat, and as long as you cooperate, I might be tempted to let you guys go home, without a scratch. Refuse, well, I won't guarantee you'll leave here alive. Boys?"
Two of his men nodded and made their way to the lower decks, returning with a handfull of cargo with each round, before one of the men approached Arlyn.
"Captain, we've cleaned out the cargo hold!" The crewman saluted "Ready to leave, when you are, captain!"
"Very good." Arlyn grinned, before turning to his prisoners "And since you guys were behaving so well, I'll give two of you boys a chance to sail with me and my crew! So, which two of you scum sucking mongrels would like to join my crew?!"
Silence ensued, before one hand raised.
"Very good, lad! Come on up!" Arlyn grinned, urging the volenteer to stand beside him, facing the prisoners "What's your name, kid?"
"Sir, Ralph Jenkins, sir." The young man said.
"Ralph?" Arlyn frowned "I'm afraid I don't much care for that name. From now on, you'll go by Snowball. Do you like that name?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" The one called Snowball nodded, still a bit fearfull.
"Well, Snowball, I hope you aren't easily seasick." Arlyn smirked "Cause we'll be doing plenty of sailing today and so on."
As Snowball was escorted to the ship, another hand raised, much to Arlyns amusement.
"Well then," Arlyn grinned "Come on down, and stuff, mate! Don't be shy!"
As the volunteer stepped forward, Arlyn imidiately frowned. The volunteer was a bit overweight and had no hair on his head, and wore striped clothing, and looked to be in his early twenties.
"And what do we have here?" Arlyn mused, walking around the volunteer, stll with the frown "Did your parents have any children that lived?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" The volunteer declared, his voice rather deep.
"And they ended up looking like THAT?!" Arlyn growled "You're so ugly, you could be a modern art masterpeice! What's your name, fatbody?"
"Sir, Larwence, sir!" The volunteer declared.
"Larwence?" Arlyn frowned "Of what? Arabia?"
"Sir, no, sir!" The volunteer said.
"That name sounds like royalty!" Arlyn declared "Are you royalty?"
"Sir, no, sir!" The volunteer shooked his head.
"Do you spend your miserable life, kissing arses, lad?" Arlyn asked "Do you suck roosters?"
"Sir, no, sir!" The volunteer said.
"Don't try to lie!" Arlyn scowled "I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!"
"Sir, no, sir!" The volunteer said.
"I don't like the name 'Larwence', only spineless royals and bigots are called Larwence!" Arlyn declared, giving the volunteer a cold glare "From now on, you're Gomer Pile! Is that clear?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" Gomer responded, who couldn't help but grin.
"Do you think I'm cute, Gomer Pile?" Arlyn scowled "Do you think I'm being funny?!"
"Sir, no, sir!" Gomer shooked his head.
"Then get that stupid grin off your face!" Arlyn growled.
"Sir, yes, sir!" Gomer tried changing his expression to a simple frown, but Arlyn wasn't convinced.
"We haven't got all day, sweetheart!" Arlyn yelled, dispite Gomer trying.
"Sir, I'm trying, sir." He responded.
"Gomer Pile, I'm gonna give you exactly three seconds," Arlyn scowled "Exactly three bloody seconds, to wipe that discusting grin off your face, or I will GUAGE OUT YOUR EYEBALLS AND SKULL SCREW YOU! ONE! TWO! THREE!"
"Sir, I can't help it, sir!" Gomer admitted.
"Bollucks!" Arlyn yelled, having lost his patience "Get on your knees, scumbag!"
Gomer did as instructed, as Arlyn raised his hand, up to the level of Gomers head, forming a claw.
"Now, choke yourself!" Arlyn instructed.
Gomer raised his hands up to his own throat, but imidiately lowered them.
"Damnit, with my hand, dummy!" Arlyn yelled. Gomer reached out to grab the hand, but Arlyn imidiately pulled away "Don't pull my hand, I said choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke yourself!"
Gomer leaned forward, and Arlyn wrapped his hand around Gomers throat, squeezing hard.
"Are you done grinning?" Arlyn asked.
"Sir, yes, sir." Gomer groaned.
"Bollucks, I can't hear you!" Arlyn shouted.
"Sir, yes, sir." Gomer said a bit louder.
"Bollucks, I still can't hear you!" Arlyn snarled "Sound off like you've got a pair!"
"SIR, YES, SIR!" Gomer yelled.
"Good enough." Arlyn shrugged, releasing him "Now get on your feet."
Gomer gasped a breath, then rose to his feet.
"Gomer Pile, you'd best get your crap together." Arlyn snarled "Or I will literally SCREW YOU UP!"
"Sir, yes, sir." Gomer nodded.
As they boarded the ship, Arlyn got to the steering wheel.
"Alright, lads!" Arlyn declared "Let's get going! Time to set sail!"
As they sailed away, leaving the crippled merchant ship behind, Arlyn smirked as he steered, and his second-mate stood at his side.
"A fine haul today, captain!" He declared with a smile "Much more prizes, than the last one."
"Indeed, mate." Arlyn nodded "So, what did we take?"
"Plenty of materials, for upgrading the ship, sir." The second-mate declared proudly, before frowning "But we did find some rather...interesting technology."
"Like what?" Arlyn tilted his head, curious.
"Come and see for yourself." The second-mate urged.
The two went down to the cargo hold, and as they entered the storage section of the ship, there sat the a mysterious device, which was emitting a sort of signal.
"What is this thing?" Arlyn asked "And what was it doing on a merchant ship?"
"I'm not sure, captain." The second-mate shrugged "But it's giving off some sort of signal. I fear it may be trying to bring something towaqrd it."
"Curious." Arlyn mused, before shrugging "Still, as long as it's not too serious, it's nothing to worry about. Time to set a course for home."
"Aye, captain." The second-mate saluted, returning to the upper decks.
Arlyn was about to follow, before stopping to take another look at the device, before shrugging and heading topside.
"I hope it's nothing, I really do." He thought to himself.
But little did he know that his life was about to take an unexpected twist...
First chapter of Arlyn's adventure is here! I hope you guys can forgive it, if it seems a bit rushed at the end, but hopefully, future chapters will be much better. Until then, enjoy! Be sure to review!
