Francis breathes heavily and gulps as he felt the blade under his throat. He looks at Arthur and gave a small smile, "I didn't expect for me to win...put atleast I can tell myself I tried..."
"Aye, I suppose you did."
"So...what now amour?" he asks, looking at him with those sea blue eyes.
"Stop calling me that!"
Francis frowns, "I have always called you amour...even when we were little."
"Why do you insist on it, after all I've done to you?"
"Like I said Arthur, I still see the farm boy I played with, fell in love with, and slept with. We were together all our childhood...and I loved you so...even after you turned down my proposal and left me for the sea, taking my heart with you. I never forgot about you, always remembering that little british boy." he chuckles softly, spitting the blood out of his mouth "Even if you drove that sword through my heart right now, I would still love you."
"Dont be a bleeding idiot, Frog." His voice was thick, and he wished he could look away
Francis smiles and closes his eyes, "Ohonhon...I always loved that nickname you gave me.."
"It's supposed to be an insult."
Francis opens his eyes and smiles, "I still loved it,...because it was coming from you..."
"... Stop being so bloody sentimental and take something serious for once." He sword dipped a little.
Francis shiver, "I am being serious amour, everything I'm saying is the truth...now...why don't you stop being sentimental and finish me off?" he asks staring at him with those eyes that could melt metal.
"I told you, I was never going to kill you, idiot."
Francis chuckles, "So you are still the same old Arthur, the one who would cry if someone tried to kill a rabbit for dinner"
"I quite enjoy rabbit, thank you." He snapped.
"You never liked killing things...you cried for hours when we killed that deer on our hunting trip." he chuckles.
He rolled his eyes, "I got enough cruelty at home, I didn't need to see it elsewhere. I've gotten over that particular weakness."
Francis smiles at him, spitting out more blood "Then why can't you kill me?"
"Why do you want to die that much," he shot back
"Because..." Francis paused, wondering why himself "because, I have nothing good worth living for. So what? I have a life on sea...but...that means nothing to me anymore...I left the only real life I had on land. Plus...I deserve it, I lost and you won..."
He shook his head, "Why did you follow me? You had everything on land."
"Because..I...I was afraid...afraid I would never see you again if I stayed on land. I was hoping...all those years I was hoping, to finally see your face again." he said softly and smiling.
Suddenly a dagger shoots through the air and sinks deep into Francis' shoulder, "Ahn!" he cries out in pain and falls to the ground, gripping his shoulder, blood dripping out between his fingers. I voice cheers from the shadows "Yes, I got him boys!" soon groups of men could be seen, "Hey Captain, lets take our ship back!" the crew mate grins at Arthur, spitting at the ground beside Francis "and let their ship sink to the bottom of the sea"
Arthur nodded, "Take him." He pointed to the Frenchman. "His family will pay a fine ransom, enough to repair any damages. Tie him up and put him in my cabin. I'll see to his wound." He knealed down and whispers to him "I'll finish with you later."
