Francis smiled as he stood proudly at the bow of his ship. A gentle breeze blowing. The sun shining and the sky clear of clouds. The waves subtle and gentle. Open seas in every direction for miles. Then with in the time it took him to blink it all changed.

Canons fired...ships...marines...five of them...too many they were outnumbered,...more canon fire...struck...mast down...they're mast had been hit...hundreds...hundreds boarding...swords clashing...water...water everywhere...sinking...sinking...need to breathe...need...to breath...breathe...breath!

Francis's eyes shot open as he took in a gasp for air panting as he looked around groggily. Sweat plastering some of his hair to his forehead as he sat up a little. "Where...?" He murmured.

Francis absentmindedly wrapped his arms around Arthur weakly as he teared up a little.

"My ship...along with my crew...they're no more...sunk down to pay a visit Davey Jones...before I was captured...I could have taken one or two...possibly even three..." He shook his head. "But they came after me with five ships...forty soldiers to each captain...they just...came out of nowhere and surrounded me...all firing their canons at once...our mast got taken out...our ship was turned into swiss cheese. Wiping out half my crew...leaving about ten...not including...me to fend off the onslaught of soldiers...we took as many as we could...but for every one we managed to kill four took their place...eventually our ship was taking on too much water and another onslaught of canons was fired at us...the boat was blown to shreds...the only reason I alone survived was so that the remaining captain could drag me in and collect the reward on my head...so he hauled me out before I could."

Arthur listened as the French man relived his memories, he knew it was hard for him to do this, how could it not. A captain's crew was their everything, they were like family and when they died. The caption felt guilty, like they should have saved them. And Arthur knew that this is what Francis was feeling, he felt guilty for not saving his crew.

Arthur didn't know what to say. What could he say that could make this situation better? "This wasn't your fault, they attacked you out of nowhere and you were outnumbered, there was no way you could save your crew. Even blackbeard himself couldn't have done anything better, Francis please stop blaming yourself" Arthur said as he tightened his arms around him, and continued to stroke his hair.

"Look what about I go and make you some tea, to help you calm down?" Arthur said.

Francis nodded a little as he shifted a bit. "Oui...that sounds nice..." He murmured with a light chuckle.

"I should probably make us something to eat. You might burn down the ship." He murmured.

Arthur heard the others comment as he softly punched the other in the arm, before going to mess his hair that was somehow perfectly done, how does he do that? "What are you suggesting? For your information, I can cook really good food, and you would love my scones" Arthur said as they walked into the small kitchen in the cabin.

Arthur stated to get two cups of tea made, and then Francis decided to cook something.

Francis couldn't help but burst out laughing at his comment. "Angleterre. You? Cook? I'll let you do that when I need an enemy ship destroyed. Whoever dies in the explosion can eat your scones of doom." He said with a laugh as he followed him to the kitchen and set to work making some nice croissants.

Arthur smiled when he heard the other laugh, it had been such a long time and his laugh brought music to his ears. He pretended to be hurt, as he placed his hands on his heart, "I am hurt Francis, but I suppose I would be an even stronger ship I can attack other ships with my scones, even if it would be a waste, because they taste so good.." Arthur said as he got the tea ready and placed it on the table inside.

Francis laughed and stuck the croissants. Ruffling up the already messy blond locks. "Ah don't be like that at least they're good for something," he yawned a bit and leaned against the counter. "I don't know though...I'm thinking of retiring...just tag along with until you dock and then settle down...maybe get myself some land and start a winery..."

Arthur felt his hair being ruffled, and he liked how it felt, but he wasn't going to tell him that. "Hey, you're messing my hair wanker" he said as he laughed. Arthur watched as the other yawned, and leaned against the counter.

He looked sexy as hell, the way his hair was perfect, his eyes danced with love, the way he held himself. Arthur groaned when he realised that he would never have him love him. "You're retiring? Wow? The mighty Francis retiring never thought I'd see that day. It sounds nice... I meant the whinery and land... not you tagging with me... not like that isn't nice-" Arthur turned around, he wanted to slap himself. Why was he acting like this?

Francis frowned a bit and looked down a bit. "Oh?" He coughed a bit and then chuckled a little. "Sorry...I just kind of made the assumption..." He thought for a moment. He couldn't go back to his ship. That was out of the options list. He stifled another yawn.

"I'll send a messenger bird out to Gil tomorrow and ask him to come and get me...I can tag along with him too." He laughed a bit. "I'd call Toni but knowing you two you'd probably fire canons at each other the minute you two were in range."

"No, I meant I would love to have you here with, well better than having you anywhere near Toni, or Gilbert. It's just you know it was a bit unexpected, you know" Arthur said as he mentally slapped himself.

His crush was in need of a place, and he was acting like a stupid teenage girl. "Please stay" Arthur said as he turned back around and walked closer towards Francis, so close that their lips were only inches apart...

Francis quirked a brow a bit and crossed his arms. "They'd take just as good care of me as you would you know. You and Toni imparticular but Gilbert too may not see eye to eye but they are good friends of mine. Just saying," he stifled yet another yawn as he stretched a little. Opening his eyes to bet with emerald green and he chuckled a little and sighed. "You ask like that how am I supposed to say no?"

"Yeah but I could take care of you better than they could, just saying. Good, because I am not letting a great cook like you get away" Arthur said as he smirked. He noticed how tired the other looked, "Let's have this little 'tea party' later because you look exhausted" Arthur said as he gave the other a worried glance.

Francis laughed a little and gently brushed him. Grabbing an oven mit and pulling out the croissants before turning off the oven and set them on the counter. "Wake me in like an hour. They should be cool enough to eat by then and no sneaking tastes either," he said with a mocking scold.

Arthur watched as the other laughed, and then took his oven mits to remove the croissants, Arthur giggled when he Francis gave him that scolding look like he was a child.

"Yeah sure, I won't touch it" Arthur said in a childish voice as he crossed his fingers behind his back. "Have your nice beauty sleep then, even though you don't need it"