Piratas de Corazón
I spy with my little eye…
The crew were hard at work on the ship; pulling up the sails, adjusting them to the wind, pulling up the anchor, scrubbing the decks. On the top deck stood the devilishly charming captain smiling broadly at his crew whilst controlling the ship's navigation. In a trance of complete joy and power. The feather on his hat danced with the wind attempting to fly away.
"Spain! Spain! Spain! Where are you? You fucking tomato bastard! Where the hell did you get to? I can't find the damn toilet!" Chibi Romano yells angrily at Spain, who is oblivious to what he's saying, "Helloo~ Tomato bastard!"
Antonio was at last pulled away from his trance and sighed, "I showed you only yesterday… Come on then…" He chucks a bucket at Romano whilst laughing, "You happy now?"
Romano looks at the bucket as if it's a joke, "Isn't there somewhere else I can go which is…. A bit more private…"
Antonio moaned, then heard one of the crew calling, "CAPTAIN! IT'S THE BRITISH AGAIN!"
"Those tea sipping bastards…" whispered Romano, only caring about where to use the bucket.
Quickly, Antonio pulled out his spyglass and sure enough there in the distance was a ship, proudly waving the British flag. The ship was cruising towards them at a steady speed although the crew seem to have not spotted his ship yet, using this to his advantage Antonio ordered, "Put up the distress flag and get the red paint from below. We're going to get him where it hurts this time!" He glanced over at Romano worryingly, "Romano get inside and stay quiet, understand."
Still holding the bucket, Romano whimpers away, cursing Spain under his breath for not allowing him to fight. Meanwhile, Antonio is throwing paint over his crew in attempt for it to distinguish a bloody battle. It is chaos as the crew hops over one another into position, lying on the floor to insinuate to Britain and his crew that they are dead.