Tides of Time: The Beginning

You and Arthur Kirkland have been best friends since you first met. You both dreamed of becoming swashbuckling pirates searching for treasure on the ocean blue for as long as you can remember, but when disaster strikes and Arthur goes missing, your view on pirates and Arthur himself could possibly be changed forever.

A/N: Hey everyone! Catcrazy49 here with my first long fanfiction to be posted ever! Please tell me if you see any typos or grammar errors and stuff, I hate it when that happens.

Key:

(y/n) - your name
(l/n) - last name

Without further delay, I give you the Tides of Time!


Chapter 1

"Come on (y/n)!" a young Arthur called, throwing a wooden sword at you. You caught it with ease.

"This is the last time I promise! Just one more round!" He begged, holding his sword point towards you. You laughed at your best friend but agreed to his offer, getting into the proper sword fighting stance.

You and Arthur had been best friends since you could remember. You both shared a common interest in many things, the biggest of these interests being pirates. You both love the idea of pirates, always free and forever roaming the seas in search of treasure and adventure. You first met him when you were a toddler in the Central Square while skillfully hiding from your nursemaid, or at least as well as a four year old toddler could hide. Right now it was twilight, almost evening, but Arthur had challenged you to one last sword fight. You almost always won and even considered yourself a bit of an expert in the subject.

Wooden sword in hand, you began to circle each other, seeing who would make the first move. It was, as usual, Arthur. He charged at you, sword point aimed at your chest. You easily deflected his charge and swung your sword around to try and take a swipe at his arm. The fight lasted several minutes, with you having successfully pinned Arthur to the ground, both swords pointed at his throat.

"I win again!" You said happily helping Arthur up and giving him his sword back.

"You just got lucky (y/n)," Arthur grumbled, dusting himself off.

You smiled at your friend and put your arm him as you both walked down the hill to your tiny port village of Branville.

"Well, you'll be thanking me or my luck when you become pirate and I become your first mate," you said cheering him up.

"Captain Arthur Kirkland and his first mate (f/n) (l/n) sailing on The Kingsman," Arthur said, "I like the sound of that!"

"I think the Burning Rose sounds like a much better name to me," you say playfully pouting at him.

"No way, the Kingsman is such a better name for a ship. The Burning Rose sounds way too girly," Arthur said making a face. You laugh and keep on walking.

"Bye Arthur, see you tomorrow," you said stopping at your house.

"Bye (y/n), see you tomorrow," Arthur said turning away and walking to his home.

You lived in a very nice house, you were the second richest family in town. Arthur on the other hand lived in the poorer side of town, but that didn't preclude you from being best friends.

"Hi mom, hi dad, I'm home!" You called throughout the house, waiting for a reply.

"(Y/n) darling, there you are! We've been looking everywhere for you," your mom said coming down the stairs.

"I'm fine mom, I was just playing with Arthur. Today we were sword fighting..." You never got to finish for your mom stopped you midsentence.

"Oh heavens! Not this pirate nonsense again! I've told you a million times, pirates are evil, bad people and the scum of society. You should not imitate them," your mom scolded.

You sighed, bored with this conversation. You've had this talk more times than you could remember. You never could understand why people hated pirates so much. They weren't that bad, were they?

"And sweetie," your mom said, still not done with the conversation although you were, "you know I like Arthur, he's a nice boy and all, but it's time for you to start making some new friends who are, well, how do I put this..., of the feminine gender and well, more socially inclined than your friend Arthur."

"Mom! How could you say something like that?" You say, mouth wide open in surprise.

"First, Arthur is and always will be my best friend. Second, all the girls around here are snooty, mean, and care way too much about gossip for me; they would just stab me in the back. Lastly, why should I care about his social standing? It doesn't even matter. Who do you want me to be friends with, that annoying boy named Francis just because he's richer than us? I am done with this conversation," you say sternly glaring at your mom.

"(Y/n), go to your room! Look at your mother she's nearly crying," your father said returning your glare, "and you can certainly forget about going outside of this house except for chores the rest of the week."

You huffed and simply turned around and walked up the staircase.

"Have we failed as parents? I just wish we could have a second chance to change everything; to change her," Your mom murmured to your dad, thinking you were out of earshot. Now with tears starting to form in your eyes, you quickly returned to your room.

Arthur watched your house until you closed the door, making sure you were okay. He also always stayed afterwards, looking on, just in case you, for once, looked back at him; you never did. As he slowly rounded the corner, he came face to Francis Bonnefoy. Francis was a year older than Arthur and had shoulder length blond hair and piercing blue eyes. His family was the richest family in Branville and owned half the town.

"What are you doing on this side of the town? I thought all the trash was supposed to be picked up this morning, Caterpillar brows," Francis mocked, causing his gang to laugh maliciously. Arthur took one deep breath before responding. He would not lose his temper and let these bullies win.

"Nothing," Arthur said, "I was just bringing (y/n) hom..."

"Stay away from her, you hear? She needs to have good friends, not people like you," Francis said, "She needs someone like me, someone who can take care of her every need, ohohon."

"You little git! How dare you," Arthur said indignantly, only to be slammed up against the wall seconds later. Francis had a sneer on his face as he shoved Arthur to the ground.

"Honestly Kirkland, you need to learn which fights to pick," Francis said as he walked away.

Arthur slowly got up, brushing the dust off of him. He sighed, wishing he wouldn't be late again. Although Francis's insults might have hurt, he didn't regret a thing he did or said. He would always be there for you, no matter who or what tried to hurt you, and he would especially protect you from that jerk Francis no matter the cost.


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