Prologue:
The waves below the boat gently swayed the vessel back and forth, as the ship glided upon the ocean. My papa was above on the deck, steering the ship toward land. Our navigator, Yao, said that land should be straightaway…or at least that's what papa told me, I don't speak with the navigator unless absolutely necessary. He has a tendency to yell when people interrupt his work schedule. He is working most of the time, so I just tend to stay away from him. I know, I am almost 16 years old, I should know how to talk to all crew members on the ship. I should be feared by some of the crew members! Hell, I am the captain's son, I should be captaining a ship of my own…right? That's never going to happen. My papa thinks I am too gentle to be a captain, and my crew would walk all over me. I used to stay up all night, laying in my bed, wondering if papa was ashamed or disappointed in me. He never let me off the ship…this ship has been my life. It was where I was born… where I learned to walk and talk… where my mother gave her life at the hands of bandits to save mine. I know this ship like the back of my hand. A life at sea was my life indeed. I kept myself busy with my papa's personal library, but the books on the top shelf I was not allowed to touch…something about being 'adult books.' Eventually I was tall enough to reach those books, but my hand never grasped for them. Much like my life…I was old enough to do many things, but I never grasped for them…and papa never pushed me to do them. The time of dusk had fallen upon the ship, I had just changed into my pajamas. A simple white shirt that fit down to my knees and some capris. I decided that since I had not seen my papa all day that I would go and visit him in the captain's quarters. I walked across my room, with the wood o the ship creaking beneath my feet. As I made my way to the deck, the cool sea breeze hit my body sending shivers down my spine. I froze for a moment, and instead of turning to walk to the captain's quarter's, I made my way across the deck toward the sail. I took in the beautiful sight before me. The sun had captivated my attention. The wonderful star was setting for the night, and it couldn't have been a more glorious sight. There was not a cloud for miles, not a wave in the sea, the sea resembled a mirror, reflecting the color o the sun, making the water look liquid gold. The sun setting in the distance, like a light dimming or a firefly dying, glimmering out its last glow, finally died for the night. The sky turned into an immaculate canvas of pink, mixed with a purplish tint. As the last of the of the light faded, withered away, and died, the sky began to turn an exquisite royal purple, before finally turning into a dark, navy blue tint of night. The moon had awoken for the night and took the place of the sun. At it's peak the moon illuminated the night sky, it shined upon the deck like a spotlight lighting center-stage.
"Matthieu! Où êtes-vous mon fils? Êtes-vous par la voile?" (Matthew! Where are you my son? Are you by the sail?) My papa's worried voice filled my ears and brought me out of the hazy-spell that the sun had casted on me. "Oui papa. Je suis ici par la voile." (Yes daddy. I am here by the sail.) I said meekly, almost sounding guilty. Like the time when I was a kid and got scolded for almost drinking papa's wine. In my defense, he shouldn't have left it on his desk. I heard my father's heavy leather boots run up behind me. My father placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me around toward him. A wave of relief fell over his eye, and he pulled me into a tight embrace, and quickly let go. "Je ai regardé pour vous dans votre chambre, mais vous n'y étiez pas. Vous me avez presque fait une crise cardiaque, je ai pensé que vous êtes tombé par-dessus bord ou pour le pire ..." (I looked for you in your room, but you were not there. You almost gave me a heart attack, I thought you fell overboard or worse...) I could see fear come into his eyes again. "Ne vous inquiétez pas, papa, je ne suis pas tombé par-dessus bord ou obtenir kidnappé par des pirates britanniques. Je cherchais en fait pour vous ... mais le coucher de soleil a attiré mon attention." (Don't worry dad, I didn't fall overboard or get kidnapped by British pirates. I was actually looking for you...but the sunset captured my attention.) I smiled sheepishly at him. His once worried and fear stricken eyes glimmered with amusement and laughter filled the air. My papa's shoulder length blond hair, which always looked perfect, was blown back by a simple night sea breeze. He took his captain's coat off and put it on me. Leaving him bare chested, wearing black capris and his black leather boots. He has a hat, but he usually never wears it because he doesn't like the hat to ruin his hair. (Drama queen.) He pulled me into yet another tight embrace, but this time he didn't let me go. "Mon doux, ange innocent, la vie de pirate ne est pas pour vous. Vous êtes le trésor le plus précieux que je ai. Si innocent, si doux. Je ne laisserai rien te arriver." (My sweet, innocent angel, the pirate life is not one for you. You are the most precious treasure I have. So innocent, so sweet. I will never let anything happen to you.) He finally let me go before I passed out from lack of oxygen. He smiled at me. This is my chance! "Papa, ce serait impoli de ma part de vous demander maintenant si, quand nous le port, je peux quitter le navire pour voir la ville?" (Dad, would it be rude of me to ask you right now if, when we port, I can leave the ship to see the town?) I asked shyly. My father's face was unreadable. "Oui. Il est très impoli de poser une telle question." (Yes. It is very rude to ask such a question.) My smile faded. My dream shot. "Ma chérie, vous devez savoir que vous pouvez faire ce que votre coeur désire. Il suffit de prendre Ivan avec vous. Je compte sur toi. Id. Je ne t confiance aux villageois. Je ne sais pas, mon trésor, comment puis-je leur faire confiance?" (My darling, you should know you can do whatever your heart desires. Just take Ivan with you. I trust you. Id. I don't trust the villagers. I don't know them, my treasure, how can i trust them?) He was going to let me go? I was in shock. He was going to let me go! "ainsi mon trésor, il est certainement temps pour lit-" (well my treasure, it is definitely time for bed-) I interrupted him. "Merci papa! Je te aime papa! Vous avez raison, il est temps de se coucher. Je vais la tête au lit tout de suite! Je te aime papa! Bonne nuit!" (Thank you daddy! I love you daddy! You're right it is time for bed. I will head to bed right away! I love you daddy! Good night!) He looked at me. I guess he saw the happiness in my eyes, because in his eyes all I saw was bliss. He held me into a tight embrace. "Et je te aime Matthieu! bonne nuit mon trésor!" (And I love you Matthew! good night my treasure!) I could finally leave this ship granted I had to take Ivan with me, but anything is better I Ivan nothing. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and raced back to my room. I was in a state of bliss. My room was simple enough. I had a simple wooden bed, a chest for clothes, and a wooden desk. The small dim flickering of the candle stick that was burning out on my desk laminated the room. My journal sat, unused on my desk. Some ink and a pen, also unused lay on my desk. I wasn't much into writing, I loved to read, so I only slept in my room and was mostly stuck in my papa's quarters rereading his personal library. I fell back on my bed in a state of ecstasy, grabbed my blanket and let sleep take me into the magical world of slumber.
The sound of boots banging on the floorboards above me woke me from my slumber. The sounds of gunshots, the smell of sulfur filled the atmosphere. The bangs of cannons shook the boat. My eyes shot open to stare into exquisite emerald green eyes. He had chopped blond hair, and thick bushy eyebrows. His smile was that of a Cheshire cat's. "Hello poppet!" He said, as he put a piece o cloth overcame my nostrils and mouth. I didn't have time to recognize the scent before my vision started to fade into further darkness. The last thing I saw was his moonlit stricken face…the face of Arthur Kirkland…feared pirate of the seven seas. My last thought, before the hostile darkness took me into the deep abyss, was in my native tongue 'Merde, je suis étant kidnappé par le pirate le plus redouté Colombie des sept mers! Cela signifie-t papa est mort?' (Shit, I am being kidnapped by the most feared British pirate of the seven seas! Does this mean papa is dead?)
Little did I know that it would be quite a while before I see papa again…and my adventure on the sea was about to begin.
Authors Note (A/N):
Hi fanfiction. This is my first fanfiction I have ever written. I really would like to hear your comments on this story! Sorry if the French is not right I used google translate, I don't really know French. I will tell you that I really love Hetalia. It is my favorite show. I am sorry for grammatical errors, if I find any I will try to fix them as soon as possible. Oh...before I forget I DO NOT OWN HETALIA! I wish I did because if I did Canada would make an appearance more often! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. Please share your thoughts by commenting! Also thank you for reading this authors note! Bye
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