I am SO sorry for the wait, for those of you who were actually waiting for this new chapter, It usually doesn't take me this long to update. But anyways, here's the next chapter whoo!


"Stealing tomatoes I see," Chuckled the captain, as he smiled down at the Italian, who rolled her eyes in reply "I'm not stealing them stupid, I'm borrowing them so I won't fucking starve to death! That lazy bastard of a cook you have is useless, but I guess it doesn't take much to satisfy you dogs, does it?" Chiara snapped at him, gripping the sack of tomatoes tightly and even tighter as he laughed in response "What's so funny?" she muttered back to him, and Captain Carriedo sighed in amusement "It's just that in the two months I've had you, you haven't changed a bit; same fiery spirit, the same bad language. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a pirate," he replied, causing her to roll her eyes "You only wish I'd join you bastards," she grumbled and she trudged past him, trying as hard as she could to keep her thighs close together to keep the coins from clanking together. He sighed and followed behind her, trotting to her side "Did you at least finish mopping, Chia?" he asked, and her cheeks turned a scarlet shade of red "Don't call me that! And by the way, the answer is pretty obvious," she flung some of her brown curly hair over her shoulder, laughing "Do you really expect me to do chores for someone who kidnapped me? I'd rather jump overboard. In fact, I'm still thinking about that idea," she sneered, heading towards her room. The Captain chuckled 'o so annoyingly and put a hand gently on her shoulder "And have the sea swallow you up? In that case, be my guest. Maybe you'll be incarnated as a mermaid," He chuckled. Of course he was only joking. No matter how beautiful the thought of Chiara being a mermaid was, he'd never wish for her to drown or change from the way she was. She was perfect to him already "Of course you would want that, perverted pirate bastard!" she snapped, and she bit her bottom lip. She wanted to get to her cabin fast, in fear that the sack full of coins would fall down one of her pant legs. Pushing his hand off her shoulder, she continued to walk again, going a little faster now. The captain noticed how strangely she was walking, with her thighs pressed together like that, about to question her about it before he got distracted by her ass, and her thin legs… He shrugged it off and smirked "I'll get someone to finish your chores I guess, Chia!" he called out to her, sighing as he watched her flip him off from behind. That girl was something else, that was for sure.

"Hah! Success," Chiara murmured to herself as she entered her room, slamming the door behind her. Smirking in victory as she pulled a tomato out of the brown sack and pulled out a tomato, taking a bite out of the ripe juicy fruit and she tossed the sack of tomatoes next to her bed, hoping onto her bed, grinning wider as she heard the beautiful sound of the coins clanking together between her legs. She didn't quite have anywhere certain to hide them; she'd have to think very carefully about where exactly would be the best hiding spot. As she yawned and put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, she was suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on her door. It for sure wasn't Captain Carriedo, he always did three stupid "gay" knocks on the door and called out his nickname for her. Besides, the gruff angry voices behind the door alerted her that it was definitely at least four men and most likely none of them were Antonio "Open up, you little shit!" a voice Chiara recognized to be the cooks and she let out a long aggravated sigh "What the fuck do you want, puta?!" she shouted back to him, crossing her arms. She heard a lot of cursing and rolled her eyes. What a hot headed idiot. Well then again, so was she, in her opinion at least. Then the cursing and shouting stopped "Chiara, please open up," Chiara heard the captain speak from behind the door. She stood up out of bed, stomping over to the door as much as she could without letting the coins make any noise from between her thighs and she swung the door open "What the hell is going on?!" she hissed and the Captain gently pushed her aside, causing her to stumble a little and as she heard the coins a little, she let out an abrupt cough; her cheeks turning scarlet "Go ahead and check, mi amigo," the Captain sighed softly and the cook pushed his way in, beginning a search in Chiara's room. Chiara clenched her fists by her sides, her cheeks turning red for a different reason now "HEY! What the fuck do you think your-" "Lo siento," Antonio murmured as he covered the Italians mouth, chuckling a little as he listened to her muffled shouts and she glared at him. If looks could kill, Captain Carriedo would be a dead man "All he has to do Chia, is find the coins in which he thinks you stole. Won't be a problem, si? After all, I don't believe you have them, so he won't find them, right?" he told her, smirking down at her 'o so knowingly. Just by the smirk, she knew that he knew she had stolen the coins. Oh she was so pushing this bastard off of his own ship; nobody made a fool out of Chiara!

"Fucking where is it?! I know you have it, so don't go playing games with me, rat!" the cook shouted at Chiara as he finished searching her room, and no coins had been found "Have you tried looking up your ass?" replied Chiara, smirking in amusement. The cooks face turned as red as one of the tomatoes Chiara had stolen from him and he opened his mouth to reply, but the Captain stepped in between the two "Enough you two. Now Manuel, it isn't right to accuse people," he told them and he got behind the two, pushing both Manuel and Chiara out onto the middle of the deck. He then cupped his hands around his mouth "Atención todos!" he called , and almost immediately, everyone except Ludwig, the German who was usually quite solemn; who was currently steering the ship. Or as Chiara liked to call him, potato bastard 2. He wasn't actually that bad though, at least not as bad as Gilbert. As all of his crew circled around, Antonio smirked "Alright hombres, strip and shake your clothes!" he ordered, and laughed as there were all sorts of reactions from his crew mates. Chiara's eyes widened, her face turning bright "LIKE HELL I'M PARTICIPATING IN THIS!" she shouted, and some of the crew chuckled at her reaction. "What the hell, 'Tonio?" Gilbert asked, confused, but he didn't mind really, after all it wouldn't be like they hadn't seen it before. Not to mention it would probably make Chiara's face even more red than it already was and he could show off his 'awesome' body to her. Antonio patted Chiara's back, smirking at her "Don't worry Chia, I'll be taking of you myself, you won't have to worry about them sneaking a peek at you," he chuckled and while everyone stripped down out of their clothes; grinning knowingly at the Captain and the Italian, who was struggling in protest; the Captain gently lead the Italian into the nearest room, closing the door behind him.

"If you think that I'm getting undressed In front of you, then you're absolutely wrong, bastard!" Chiara snapped at the amused Captain. He smiled and stepped forward, leaning forward "Chiara, I won't do anything you don't want me to," he murmured in her ear, sending chills down her spine. Her cheeks turned scarlet and she stepped back a little "…G-Go away," she muttered, her breath hitching as his arms wrapped around her waist and his hand slipped up her dress "Chiara, I know you're hiding something," he cooed, slowly slipping his hand into her panties and she gasped, her whole entire face burning bright red "Y-You idiot!" she squealed, trying to push him away halfheartedly. He smirked as he felt what he was looking for "Ah, so this is where you hide things," he chuckled, pulling out the sack of coins, leaving Chiara with a weird feeling. It wasn't like she wanted something more to happen.. Of course not! It's not like he really loved her, right? No, he was just a pervert, she told herself "Bastard! Y-You pervert!" she shouted, punching him in the shoulder "Chia, calm down," he chuckled sheepishly, reaching out to touch her shoulder comfortingly, but she slapped his hand away and he frowned as he saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes "Chiara, what's wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned about her "What's it to you?!" she yelled, going to push him aside when suddenly, the ship suddenly veered left, causing the both of them to loose balance and before they knew it, the stacked up barrels filled with things like tomatoes and potatoes and imports came crashing down towards them "Chiara!" the Captain Carriedo shouted and he reached for her, pulling her against him, holding the back of her head protectively as he turned his back to the barrels and they fell. As they landed, the Captain made sure to hold himself up so he wouldn't crush her. Luckily, only one barrel was pressed up against the Captain's back and the rest made a small cave like structure around them. No matter how uncomfortable this was for the two of them, they were stuck like that "D-Damnit," Chiara muttered from underneath the Captain, groaning in annoyance "Ay.. Gilbert must have taken the wheel," the Captain muttered, recognizing that sharp turn from anywhere. Chiara shifted a little from underneath him "Your crew is a bunch of fucking dogs!" she snapped, wishing it wasn't so dark. He couldn't help but laugh at that one "Si, but they're my dogs," he replied, chuckling. He looked around, trying to spot a way out, but it was no use. He couldn't risk trying to move any or the barrels might collapse on top of them. He did however, notice a small space between two barrels where the light somewhat came through. He gently turned Chiara's head in the direction of the light, pointing "There Chiara, It'll get a little stuffy in here after a while so you might want to press close to over there," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment as he suddenly felt a rush of dizziness. Chiara nodded, and pressed her face close to the opening, instantly feeling as if she could breathe better. The Captain smiled, glad she wasn't being so stubborn for once. His smile faltered and he winced as the back of his head began to ache. He must of gotten hit in the back of the head with the barrel when he got Chiara out of the way, he decided. Chiara glanced at him, rolling her eyes "What is it now?" she asked, trying not to seem concerned. Which of course..sh-she wasn't! 'Course not "Ah, just got hit in the back of my head with the barrel, shouldn't be too bad," the Captain replied. She sighed "Is it bad; swollen or anything?" she asked, reaching forward and she pressed her hand to the back of his head gently. He winced as it stung and Chiara's eyes went wide and gasped as she felt warm liquid; pulling her hand back "Y-You're bleeding," she stuttered, biting her bottom lip. Oh this was bad. An open wound in the middle of the ocean, NOT good "Aye, sorry Chia," he murmured, putting his hand inside his shirt and he gently grabbed her hand, wiping the blood off of it. Chiara shook her head "Not that stupid…We need to get out of here so I can take care of that wound," she murmured, ripping apart a strip of her dress and she pressed it to the back of his head, gently pressing his head down so that his head was resting on her chest. His cheeks flushed and he smiled "Yeah, yeah, I know this is awkward, but I need to keep pressure applied to the fucking back of your head, so hold still," the stubborn Italian muttered, her cheeks flushed as well "No, no, it's fine…Take your time Chi," he murmured, closing his eyes as he felt another wave of dizziness. Chiara bit her bottom lip nervously. They needed to get out now. HE needed to get out. She turned her head to the crack between the barrels "OI! Damn bastards, help!" she shouted, covering the Captains ears as she did so, because it sure was pretty loud when they were both so close to each other. Chiara waited a moment and her eyes narrowed when there was no response. She groaned in annoyance and decided to call for someone this time "OI, SADIQ," she shouted. She didn't really like Sadiq as much, but he was pretty strong and every time him and Hercules got in a petty fight, he always seemed to end up on top. As there was no answer, Chiara winced and began shouting some more "Alfred!" he was also pretty strong, even though he was annoying like hell to Chiara "Ludwig, Gilbert!" hell, she hated them but they were also strong "Any fucking one!" she shouted, beginning to shake a little. Now she was getting worried. If no one could hear them, then how would they ever get out? "Chiara, it's alright-"the Captain murmured, in attempt to comfort her "No it's fucking not, aright?! You're bleeding and it's pretty bad. We need to get out!" she hissed, trying to shout again for help, but the Captain gently pressed his hand to her mouth "Chiara, that's not necessary. Look, there's a-"he was interrupted by another sharp turn from the boat. Fuck, was Gilbert SERIOUSLY still steering the thing? He gasped as he heard some of the barrels fall off from the pile and suddenly to his left came one heading towards him and Chiara. He swiftly moved his hand from the stubborn Italian's mouth and used his arm and shoulder to block the barrel. He hissed as the barrel trapped his arm underneath it, but at least it had kept it from knocking into Chiara. Chiara yelped "D-Damnit, you idiot, now you've gone and crushed your arm!" she panicked, trying her best to keep scowling. She was angry, but way more concerned than anything "Ch-Chia, it's alright, look at me," the Captain murmured, smiling sheepishly and he lifted his head as much as he could and looked into her eyes "It'll be alright, querida, listen. In my left pocket….there's a whistle. Grab it and blow. Can you do that for Captain?" he asked, his breathing getting heavier, but he smiled, no less. Chiara nodded, switching hands so that her left was holding the cloth to the back of his head now and she used the other to reach by his side. She huffed as she couldn't reach it at first and she slowly wriggled down a little, keeping on her back and she reached into his pocket, smiling hopefully as her fingertips brushed against it and she pulled it out from his pocket, wriggling back up carefully and she covered his ears as she put the whistle to her lips and blew. She blew a long note and then waited another moment before blowing loudly again, and she paused to get another breath of air to blow again, but suddenly, she heard the door of the room they were trapped in open "'Tonio?" Chiara rolled her eyes. Out of all the people! "Oi, bastard, we're trapped under here!" she yelped, her heart racing in anticipation. Gilbert smirked as he heard the panic in her voice. She must be claustrophobic. He took note and nodded to himself "Alright, hold on and I'll get Lud and Alfred," he said, peaking his head out the door to yell for some of the crew. Before they knew it, Alfred, Ludwig and some two other men ran in, beginning to grab the heavy barrels and pulled them off the pile. Chiara bit her lip nervously as she heard the barrels shift "C-Careful bastards!" she told them, glancing down at the Captain who had rested his head back on her chest again. She narrowed her eyes at him, dabbing the cloth gently against the back of his head "Bastard, you okay..?" she asked him, her breath hitching as he didn't respond. She winced "Hurry the hell up idiota's!" she squeaked, holding the cloth against the back of his head again. As the barrels were pulled off of the two, Chiara sat up immediately, holding the Captain against her chest "Quickly, help him up!" she commanded. Gilbert's eyes went wide and he and Alfred leaned down and grabbed under the passed out Spaniards arms, pulling him up. Chiara immediately stood up as well "Hurry and get him to his cabin," she hissed, trembling a little as she followed behind the two as they carried their passed out Captain and got him to his cabin "Sit him up on the edge of the bed and I'll be right back," Chiara instructed, and as they did just that and sat on either sides of him as she ran out of the room to get some supplies. Alfred glanced nervously at his Captain, smiling sheepishly "What do yah think Gilbert? Maybe they were having too much fun in there," he chuckled and Gilbert rolled his eyes, smirking "Wouldn't be surprised," he murmured, gently shaking his Captain and best friends shoulder "'Tonio, hey buddy wake up," he murmured. The Captain stirred a little and his eyes cracked open; Gilbert and Alfred both sighed in relief in unison "Aye… I passed out?" the Captain asked and Gilbert nodded "Ja, you sure did," he said, chuckling "But you're going to be awesome now and stay awake," he added, and the Captain smiled in amusement "Si," he replied, glancing over to the door as he heard footsteps and he watched Chiara walk in "Good, you're awake," she murmured, carrying supplies in and she sat behind the Captain with a sigh. The Captain glanced over his shoulder and she rolled her eyes "Look straight ahead, stupid," she instructed, and he listened. Chiara smirked a little "Good Captain," she cooed mockingly and he chuckled, his head drooping a little "Oh please, call me Antonio," The Captain….Antonio cooed back to her, smiling weakly and he closed his eyes. Chiara ignored him and took the fresh strips of cloth and poured alcohol onto them "This is going to sting a little; bear with me," she murmured, gently pressing the cloth to his head wound. He clenched his fists and grit his teeth, hissing as it stung, just as she said it would. Chiara ignored her guilt and focused on the job before her, gently wiping the blood away and around his wound with shaky hands. She took a breath and narrowed her eyes. Now wasn't the time to be panicking, 'Antonio' needed her help. As soon as she cleaned it up, she used another cloth, dabbing it in some more alcohol and she pressed it against the wound. Grabbing some bandages, she gently and carefully wrapped it around his head, securing the bandage in place. She stared at it before nodding in approval and she walked in front of him, kneeling down and she gently took his left arm in her hands, the arm that had been stuck under the barrel "Does it hurt?" she asked him, and he opened his eyes, looking down at her "Si, but it's ok Chia," he replied softly, smiling. She rolled her eyes "Alfred, could you pass me the bandages?" the Italian asked the American, who had been watching Chiara intently along with Gilbert. He smiled and nodded, winking "Sure, no problem, ma'am," he replied, reaching behind Antonio and he tossed Chiara the bandages. She grabbed them and wrapped them around Antonio's arm expertly and carefully, making a sling for him as well.

"Wow, what a nurse. Will you tend to me next, miss?" Gilbert teased as she got finished, smirking, and Alfred just had to laugh at that one. Chiara hit Gilbert in the back of the head "Not unless you want a busted head like your Captain," she snapped "Now will you two get out? Thanks for saving us and all, but you've helped enough already, so ciao," she hissed, and Antonio chuckled, closing his eyes and he drooped forward "Si mi amigo's, it is time for me to get some rest," he murmured, what he said being partly true. He mostly wanted to be alone with his 'Chia'. Gilbert shrugged "Alright, get better soon Captain," he said, standing up a long with Alfred "Oh and Alfred, could you please bring a damp rag?" Chiara asked, and Alfred nodded and the two exited the room "Aright bastard, time to lay down," the Italian muttered and Antonio nodded and obeyed, pulling back the covers and he settled underneath them, smiling contently when Chiara tucked him in "Gracias querida. You really saved Captain's butt," he cooed, smiling up at her with drooping eyelids. Chiara's cheeks turned scarlet and she looked away "It was nothing…Close your eyes stronzo and sleep," she muttered. Antonio happily complied and shut his eyes "..Oh and Chia, where did you learn how to be such a good nurse?" he asked, smiling. She sighed "I used to aid the soldiers back in my town when they came back from war, my mother taught me how," she replied, swallowing hard as she remembered the horrible and battered state that lots of them were in when they returned "Ah, I see," Antonio murmured, opening his eyes and he reached down, slipping his hand in hers "I think that's very brave of you, amada," he said to her, and she blushed, glancing at him "Not really," she huffed in embarrassment. Antonio chuckled "Si, it is!" he replied, brushing his thumb thoughtfully against her knuckles. She rolled her eyes, and turned to him, her cheeks bright red "Whatever," she muttered, hardly noticing that she was actually allowing herself to smile, just a little. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Alfred walked in, chuckling at the two and the stunned look Chiara was wearing and she pulled her hand away, clearing her throat "Sh-Shut up, what're you staring at stronzo?" she snapped at Alfred, who grinned "What, was I interrupting something?" he asked, handing her the damp rag, which she snatched from him "No, shut up and leave!" she hissed, and Antonio chuckled "You heard her, amigo," he said and Alfred shrugged, leaving the room. Chiara rolled her eyes and pressed her hand to Antonio's forehead, sighing "You're burning up, just like I thought," she murmured, placing the rag on his forehead. He smiled sheepishly "I'll get better, don't worry," he murmured and she crossed her arms "We'll see. You definitely won't get better if you don't sleep bastard, so shut your eyes, and go to bed," she instructed and he did as he was told. She looked at him for another moment, standing up "Buenos noches, querida," Antonio murmured sleepily, and she sighed, smiling "Buonanotte, idiota," she murmured, leaving the room.

"No good, w-we need to get you to a doctor, on land," Chiara murmured, her hands shaking as she replaced Antonio's bandages around his head with clean ones. He wasn't doing any better today, he was doing worse than yesterday, and it looked to Chiara as if he had an infection. Antonio nodded weakly "Aright….Go tell Ludwig that we're stopping at the first port we arrive at; change of plans," he murmured, forcing a smile and his eyelids drooped. He was definitely not doing any better, he was doing worse than yesterday; the first day. Chiara nodded and stood up, shaking and she trotted out of his cabin and onto the top deck where Ludwig was steering ship "W-We're changing plans potato bastard 2, we are to stop at the first port that comes up; Captains orders," she told him and he blinked, nodding "Alright, tell the rest of the crew please. We're heading to the port in Venice," he replied. Chiara's eyes widened, and her face went pale "…V-Venice?" she squeaked. That was where.. where she had been kidnapped from. Ludwig nodding, glancing over at her with his piercing blue eyes and nodded "Ja, that's the closest, and we aren't a long ways away from it at all," he replied calmly, wondering what the reason she was looking so terrified was. Chiara swallowed hard, and scowled "I-I'll go tell the crew," she muttered, and she stomped away, running her fingers through her hair "Oi bastards, we're heading to the port in Venice! Spread the fucking word," she shouted and she felt sick to her stomach. Running to the back of the ship, she sat on the deck in a corner; her head in her hands. Perhaps Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo would learn who she really was after all.


SHIT IS GOING TO GO DOWN NEXT CHAPTER, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter and my apologies, i'm not fluent in Spanish or Italian, i only know a little, please correct me if i was wrong anywhere! Oh and again, reviews are appreciated, they help motivate me a lot ;;v;;;;

translations:

puta- prostitute/whore/slut (what she calls the cook here doesnt make sense she just wanted to call him something inappropriate o typical chiara haha)

mi amigo/amigos- my friend(s)

lo siento- im sorry/my apologies

Atención todos- attention all

hombres- men

idiota(s)- idiot(s)

querida- darling

stronzo- asshole

amada- beloved

buenos noches querida- goodnight, darlink

Buonanotte, idiota- goodnight, idiot