I was having a bit of some writers block so I wrote a one shot drabble type thing o3o. It was something that had been bugging me for a while, so I thought, "Why not?"
It's a bit sucky, and I didn't really edit, but I might polish it later and make it sparkle so much that Edward Cullen would be green (and sparkly!) with envy ^_^!
I don't know if I should expand on this though :T...
I am a painter. I paint the ephemeral feeling of happiness in the eyes of those I love. I paint the dreaded Judgment Day in the eyes of those who have met their fate by the cold steel of my blade. I paint the noose around my own neck with each ship I rob, each life I take, and each day I live. On stormy days like this, I tend to enter a daydream in which I walk alone in an abandoned path of a black forest, hanging with laughing skeletons, wandering souls, and abandoned treasures.
"Antonio?"
My diverted gaze had at some point locked itself with that of the brown haired Italian who was leaning on the ships edge beside me.
"Yes?" I responded.
"Aren't you going to go in the cabin? It's raining pretty hard outside."
I smiled. "Ah, no thank you, Lovi. I'm just thinking about a few things."
Lovino stared at me for a second and shrugged. "Whatever you want, bastard." He ran back to the cabin, aware of the fact that I was in one of "those moods" again and wanted to be left alone for a bit.
Is living the life of a pirate worth it?
What have I to gain besides material wealth? And if someone defeats me, turns me in, and sentences me to what will most surely be an execution, where will that go? To my enemies.
In the eyes of God, where will the lives I've taken and the things I've stolen go? They would have stayed on earth, while I was damned to a smoldering inferno below it.
Was this the life I had chosen for myself? Yes, it was. There was no turning back now. Whatever I start, I must finish, regardless of it's morality or it's benefit.
I let out a sigh and went back to the cabin, furnished with the most elegant of treasures from all over the world. Things that had cost blood, sweat, and tears to obtain.
Lovino glanced at me from under the covers. "So, are you through, with whatever 'moment' you were going through this time?"
"Huh, more or less." I mumbled as I took my wet clothes off. I turned to look at him. "Lovi, do you think that what I do is worth it?"
He broke his gaze from mine and looked at the wall. "How the hell am I supposed to know, you bastard?"
"I was asking for an answer."
"As a whole, it puts your country at first place as far as power, but piracy doesn't suit you, Antonio. You just don't seem like that type of guy, when you aren't that other person, I mean."
I didn't answer and tried to keep my mind occupied in the mundane task of changing clothes. His dark side. It didn't come around too often, but when it did, only few would realize it, and they knew it was best to stay away from me until it passed. Only a fool messed with me when I wasn't myself.
Anybody could say that Antonio Fernandez Carriedo could be both the best of men and the worst.
