Sunup chapter 2

Pretty much, Captain Kirkland immediately does in fact recognize who the new people on his ship are. Well, Arthur at least, after all, he is his double and Arthur has always been able to use magic so it was a simple putting two and two together for him. Canada, well, he didn't know who he was. At this time period, Canada was still called New France after all, so Captain Kirkland just assumes that he is just a friend of his future self and so hates both of them for how weak they seem to be. Captain Kirkland has a bit of a pride issue, and unfortunately, so does Arthur.

Arthur=future self

Captain Kirkland=pirate/past self

"I'll just ask you one more time. What is my name?" Captain Kirkland asked softly, staring, glaring, his future-self down.

"Arthur." Arthur glared back, just as fierce. He would not be made to look like a fool in front of Mathew. He would not be going down without a fight. THAT was for certain.

"No, you dolt. It's captain, address me as such. Idiot."

"Yes, captain."

That smirk. Arthur hated that smirk. Especially because he knew the feelings of arrogance and pride his past self would be having along with that superior twist to the lips he was sporting.

"Good job, Arthur."

God, did Arthur hate it.

Mathew spoke up then. "Please, if you're going to humiliate anyone, let it be me. Please leave Arthur alone. Please..."

Arthur sent a startled look his way. "Mathew-" he began to say.

"Ah, so you want to be humiliated?" Captain Arthur Kirkland quickly cut in. "That can easily be arranged. Strap him to the mast on the main deck." He ordered to the guards flanking the doors as he left the cell.

And they eagerly stepped forward with grins splitting their ugly faces into masks little representing any sort of humanity.

Throughout the day, Captain Kirkland had been staring at his captive, tied to the mast like livestock. Getting kicked around by his men. The glaring and the insults that the man had thrown back at his abusers.

He always had loved a bit of spunk.

Then, Captain Kirkland sidled up closer to Mathew as the sun neared it's zenith. Mathew had already been smacked around by the crew as they went about their work, and he hadn't been given any food or drink all day. In the hot sun, well...that was a bit of a problem.

"I hate you," Canada hissed as he approached. After his eyes had finally quite rebelling and focused on the latest person coming up to hurt him.

Captain Kirkland waited until he was standing right in front of Canada before answering.

"Well that's apparent. Tell me something I don't know. It might even amuse me if you word it well enough."

Canada just looked away, and wished the world around him would stop spinning. He really wanted some water.

The wind had started to pick up later and a small summer shower did nothing to upset the crew, but it did upset Mathew. Especially as he had to stay strapped to the mast without a shirt or anything to bundle up with after the rain had come down and thoroughly drenched him.

Then Captain Kirkland had come sauntering up to rub salt in his wounds.

Canada glared at him the entire time he came closer. And decided that green was his least favourite colour...or, at least whenever it wasn't on the Arthur that he knew and loved.

"How are you feeling now, Mathew?"

Mathew tried to carefully word his answer without giving away any of the pain he felt from what he was sure must be at least a few broken ribs.

"Well, it is a bit brisk out. I'm a bit chilly." He decided to answer after a pause.

Captain Kirkland looked at him kindly.

'And probably FAKELY.' Mathew thought to himself.

"Your ribs hurt, don't they?"

"Yes." Mathew replied simply. It was all that needed to be said between them. He never wanted to have to say anything mkore to this despicable man.

Captain Kirkland laughed. "Good." He said and wandered away again.

Mathew felt nauseous and dizzy. Above all, dizzy. It had felt bad before, but now? This was his and Arthur's third day without food or water and after getting beaten again. He felt sick.

He didn't even notice when he passed out shortly thereafter. Nor when Captain Kirkland ordered his men to cut him down from the mast and to bring him back to his shared cell with Arthur.

Arthur, however, had certainly noticed when Mathew was brought back in. After all, he had been waiting the whole day to see if he would still be alive.

He nearly had a heart attack when he saw the multitude of bruises littering Mathew's skin.

You know what? Even if these little parts don't follow the tone of a real story or whatever, I'd rather just upload them than keep sitting on them for forever and a day. So, here I present to you a dreadfully short "chapter." Enjoy.