Alfred F. Jones, a young man in England, finds himself sneaking around the harbor. The gossip of country runs about a pirate ship, captained by a venomous Brit. He's known as the man without weakness, rumored to have never left a man on an enemy ship alive. In some places, it even goes so far as to say he's always controlled the waters; throughout all of history he's never aged and is supernatural, or even the devil himself. Alfred, being young, believes this is a sight to see.

He wanders around the docks routinely, hoping one day to see the devil's ship captained by the mysterious Arthur Kirkland.

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Today is no different. Alfred saunters along, watching the sea. He strategically dodges sailors and, though some of them glare at him, he's invisible to most. The skies are dark, threatening to rain and even the horizon is a blur of grey. He would give anything to be out on the sea, having his whole future planned out in front of him. He imagines himself at head of a magnificent pirate ship with a crew to complete, taking the control of the sea so one day he will inevitably meet the legend he so idolizes.

Blue eyes glitter with hope, just as they did the first day he stared out across the water upon hearing about the pirate. No matter how many years he's waited, he'll never lose hope that he'll be a captain someday. The clouds hold to their threat as rain begins to sprinkle. He ignores it, as it's only a little rain but soon enough it gets harder, wind whipping the water and making the port chill. Thunder and lightning begin and he's about to start running home with one last outward glance at the sea.

Of course, if this was a story about his everyday life, he would return home and go to bed but no, this is a special day. Before he sets off running he forgets about the rain when he sees something amidst the fog of the horizon... Something small, and eerie, miles out to sea and he squints behind his thin framed glasses. Alfred notices it's a ship, though its sails are dark and tattered from what he can tell. "No way..." He whispers, running to the edge of a dock. He shields his already blurred glasses from the rain, attempting to get a better look. "Supposedly, only one person would sail in this weather."

"Find something interesting out there, boy?" A Frenchman, Francis, appears beside him.

Alfred in turn nearly falls off the dock. He's the only one in town who has (secretly) noted that Francis Bonnefoy, French pirate, only appears in the town when the devil's ship was rumored to have been seen. "Y-you?"

"Do you know me?" Francis raises an eyebrow deviously.

"Don't get conceited, not many pirates openly come to this port. Especially those as wanted as you." The younger man cautiously, yet excitedly watches Francis.

"Oui, I have been called brave, if you will but it means nothing unless relations are the outcome." A smile creeps over his lips and he leans closer to Alfred.

"Some pirate you are, hitting on a much younger one." He glares, though he wants to be careful in case his suspicions are correct and he does in fact sail with Arthur Kirkland.

"A much younger one? Are you trying to tell me you're a pirate yourself?" He laughs an odd French laugh and shakes his head. "What flag do you sail under? Sorry kid, I don't see it. You're no pirate."

"Tell me then, who's flag do you sail under?" He's not expecting to receive the answer of 'Arthur Kirkland', that's for sure.

"Have you heard of the Devil's right hand man?" He whispers lowly as a dark aura surrounds them. Alfred doesn't even notice the storm powering around them anymore as the Frenchman leans towards him closer still. "The soulless bastard that owns the seas, with a crew of one? I'll let you in on a secret, he doesn't have crew of one... I sail with the most evil Brit ever to set foot on English shores."

"Arthur Kirkland?" Alfred whispers, a little too loud and is instantly shushed.

"Are you trying to get us caught? You idiot! The captain isn't exactly welcomed in this port now be quiet! Although, it makes me sad that I can walk on these docks without ill respect, but everyone fears the 'devil captain' that rules the sea. Damn it, I'm second only to him! I'm the first mate, and you're the only one who knows we sail the same ship." Francis mumbles the last part angrily.

"How did you get to be first mate on his ship?" Is all Alfred got out of his ranting.

"How? Arthur and I are very close, mon cher." He says with a dark simper.

"Are you trying to tell me the most deadly pirate rumored to humanity is interested in men? Seriously, how could I get to work on his ship?" Alfred looks back out over he ocean, seeing the ship still far off in the distance.

"I'm in charge of the crew actually. Arthur is far too busy to worry about annoying boys like you."

"Boy? I'm a man! Damn it, what do I have to do? Come on, I'll leave everything behind! I want nothing more than to be a pirate! I'll do anything on the ship! I'll clean, anything!"

"Look... I'll be back tomorrow. Be here, tomorrow night after the sun goes down, and maybe I can find something for you. No promises, so don't start saying your goodbyes."

"Thank you, thank you so much!" Alfred beams at the Frenchman, who rolls his eyes.

With a final wave, he shivers, realizing he's soaking wet and it's still raining and begins running home. He sprints through the streets and alleys, taking every shortcut to make it home soon. There isn't much to avoid since everyone is inside from the storm. He runs into the house dripping wet and panting before he lights a lantern and pulls off his clothes. He pulls on his night clothes, and slumps onto his bed after setting his light on the small table beside it.

"Me? Working for Arthur Kirkland? Someday I know I'll surpass him and take over his ship! I'll be a legend! I'll be known to work for the devil himself!" He stands up, almost yelling. "I'll be the most feared man in England! Plus, look amazing in corsair attire!" He looks around his dilapidated home. "I'll be fine with leaving this place." He lives alone in a rundown building, and really has nothing he'll miss.

He won't sleep much that night, too excited to hear what the Frenchman has to say. It's a day away, though feels as though it's an eternity. What to do for one day...?

~K

Kay guys, going into a pirate story obviously! This chapter was in fact intended to be this short. It's to the point, but the real mystery comes when Alfred gets his answer. Will he join the Brit's ship? Or what else might happen? Who knows? This will be a UsUk story, though not very fluffy as they're pirates =D yaaay! Everyone seemed to love the last AU story I did, and I was going to start a Spamano one but got this idea instead~ I'll update soon, but I have to work all week D: I miss not having a job -.- ohhh welllll! Let me know what you think, and what you want! My story line is never set in stone! R&R Pleaseeee