The Britannia

Off the Coast of The White Coast

Captain England's POV

This wasn't the first time Arthur's life had been in danger. Oh no, he was a pirate he faced danger as much as he slept. Well, perhaps more than he slept actually. He fought countless Royal navies, stole from kingdoms, and fought mythical creatures.

But as he stared at the storming waves below the wooden deck of the Britannia, Arthur feared for his life. The grey waves were slamming against the creaking wood of the ship, sometimes falling over the sides and pooling at his boots.

The storm had just started and he was suspicious as who started it. It wouldn't take long until the storm was full blasted over his ship. It would sink and he would pay for...

No. You need to get out alive.

His gaze lifted from the ground and fell on the white cliffs in the distance. He was heading into a small port to hide out the storm that was just beginning to start. Plus, it would be a good pitstop. He needed a few more supplies, so they could reach his next target, after all.

Arthur stepped back from the railing as the waves increased in size, causing him to be drenched with seawater. He murmured a curse before heading towards the back of the ship, where the helm was located.

Unfortunately, the ship leaned as waves crashed into it's side. Stumbling slightly, he reached out to grab at something as a wave crashed into him. It sent him to the floor as he struggled to sit up.

As more waves came over the side and flooded the top deck, Arthur continued to struggle to free himself from their salty grasp. He managed to stand and look around. Lights in front of the ships grew brighter as the majestic ship was thrown towards the port. He cursed much more loudly.

"You idiots! You're steering us right into the cliffs!"

He turned to head towards the helm. The man there, his cousin from the small island Australia, had his usual bright green eyes narrowed in concentration as he struggled to move the wheel in the direction he wanted. Arthur ran forward mindful of the salty water he pushed through to reach him.

"England, it won't budge. " His voice was full of panic.

"Put more strength into it then!" Arthur grabbed the wheel and pushed upwards. "Damn, you weren't lying. "

Arthur stepped away. He closed his eyes before opening them. There was only one option left if he wanted to safe his crew and himself. He would need to use the powers he swore he would hide until he died.

"Fine. Jett, get everyone below deck. Do not let anyone out." His order was firm and his gaze serious.

The man nodded and gathered everyone into the hull of the ship. As soon as he was alone Arthur let go of the wheel. It flew as the waves drove the ship towards the imminent doom of being crushed by the rocky cliffs.

He couldn't allow that. Whatever promise he made that night he could break this time. This was his crew, his family, the people that raised him and who he raised.

He moved his red coat and his silk shirt to gaze at the back of his shoulder to see if the mark was still there. Thankfully it was. The mark showed a simple crown and it's blue and white coloured lines brilliantly intertwined to bring inside a fancy border.

Arthur clasped his gloved hands together and closed his eyes. He opened them as they glowed a brilliant white colour.

"Omnis Mundi illuminate."

With the spell the ship disappeared to only crash down into the sheltered harbour. Arthur nearly collapsed as he used up his magical reserves. He managed to fall against the mast. His vision was blurry.

He knew it was foolish to use all of his magical without the his other counterpart to balance him. It could kill him. Atleast his crew could pick it up from here. He tumbled forward to fall against the railing.

Finding himself nearly falling Arthur murmured another spell. One that allowed him to breath underwater. Then he fell into the darkness awaiting him.

"Arthur, you can't escape your destiny. You are meant to rule. " His mother held him close. "You can not stay here. Not with that mark. Not with your powers. "

Arthur pushed her away with all the might of an eight year old. "No! I don't want to go! I don't want to rule! I want be a pirate like you!"A hand on his wrist caught him from leaving the small wooden room. The room rocked back and forth, gaining speed with the power the young pirate hadn't learned how to control as the waves below crashed into the side.

The scene disappeared into the darkness. Another one appeared to take its place. The angry sea turning to an anxious land.

Arthur's green eyes widened into emerald pools. He took a wordless step back his English bow dropping onto the muddy ground.

"I don't think you understand what you ju-"His stumbled words were stopped as an iron sword met his throat.

"I understand what I just did, petit queen. "

Blue eyes met his, they were sharp and cold.Arthur scooted back."You've practically just started a civil war, Francis!"

The sword moved swiftly and Arthur's eyes closed.

A laugh followed his actions. "You think I would hurt you, mon petit lapin? Non. Go back to your see and I will call you back when I need you. "

Francis offered him his hand and smiled when Arthur took it. He lifted the preteen up.

"I could never hurt you, mon amour."

Arthur's hand slipped away as he turned towards camp. He didn't stop running even when his personal guards chased after him. He lost them in the forest. He only stopped when his feet hit the hit sands of the beach.

•༄

Hot sand on his back and arms woke Arthur. His green eyes widened and he quickly sat up only to be face to face with a sword. He blinked and looked up.

"Well that's rather rude." He snarled up at the Knight holding the sword.

His armour shined in the sun nearly blinding the pirate. His blue eyes studied the pirate before smiling.

"It seems the kitten has claws, hm?"