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Pirate!SpainxReader-Monochrome Oasis Pt.3

You wiped your face with the hands that were still tinted red from the life of your best friend. You had spent hours trying to save her, just as she had done for you...until you realized there was nothing left, just the shell of a body that used to be filled with happiness and the musical laugh that once rang in the air. You took a shaky breath as you hunched over in the shadows of the crates getting ready to be unloaded, then put onto the ship again. Once everyone was out of your sight, you bolted out of the port. You ran, just as you had the day you left from your house.

"Hey!" One of the crew members who had noticed your disappearance yelled after you alerting everyone else. You didn't look back, but slipped into an alley then to another cobble stone street. Your feet pounded against the ground, carrying you further into the city.

You collapsed on a wall after running for quite a while. The pinkish light of dawn just creeping into the alley you were in allowed you to see the other side, which also had a port. You looked around silently and crept deeper into the alley, keeping your shoes from making much noise against the stone. Letting your hand glide against the wall so you didn't lose your way as you walked farther into the alley. When you had reached the other side, you saw another ship. This one seemed a bit more inviting, but still cold. Pirates...there was no mistake...As you walked up you heard the thumping of boots against the dock. You started sneaking behind the men in the crew, who were taller than you. Once in a good spot, you poked through two of the members and stood at attention. The captain, who was wearing a red coat and a hat was pacing back and forth, looking at all of you with a cold glare, a hint of sadness within them.

"Hello, crew." He started, his voice smooth and with a distinct accent which you guessed to be Spanish. "So, you've all taken the honor of coming onto my ship, the Rosa De España. While on my ship, you will not under any circumstance have...pleasurable company that does not belong here. You will learn the rules, and learn them well. I am not going to deal with you if the rules are broken."

He stopped in front of you after he had finished his speech of rules and whatnot. "What is your name, chica?"

"_-_" You squeaked out and looked into the emerald eyes of the captain who was standing right in front of you, looking you over.

"Louder!" He yelled and loomed over you, making you almost fall over from the intimidation.

"_!" You pushed back up, sending your voice more confidently to his ears. He nodded.

"That's better. I'd like if you would act like a pirate rather than a useless woman..." He looked you over once again. "You don't seem useless." He turned, still looking at you, then called the crew aboard. "Set her off!" He smiled and looked into the town, then turned to the crew members who were coming to the center of the deck for their next instructions. You noticed for the first time he was actually very attractive- long brown hair, perfectly tanned skin, and toned body. You snapped out of your trance-like state and followed the crew.

"Go to where you're supposed to be, now. You should know; it was on the sign up requirements." He shooed everyone off, and looked at you, who was standing there. He didn't know! He didn't know you were a escapee, and that you were definitely not supposed to be here. Well...at least you think he didn't know. "Where are you supposed to be?" He walked closer, hobbling a bit. You wondered why, and saw bandages wrapped around his abdomen under his coat.

"U-uhm...I forgot..." You looked down, blushing. The captain stopped and sighed, placing his hands on his temples. You backed away a bit, leaving him to raise his head and catch what you were doing.

"No, don't go. You still need to stay here." He looked up in thought. "We have enough crew members to cover everything...so..." He looked back down then to an opening leading below deck. "Go to the galley and ask Carlos if you can work there." Slightly annoyed, the Spaniard turned on his heel and disappeared into his office. Looking around, you walked into the galley and hesitantly called 'Carlos?' to have another Spanish accent greet you and a smiling face with curly dark brown hair emerge from the room on your right.

"Hola~ are you part of the new crew?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"Y-yes...?" You blinked and took his hand, which was tugged in the direction to where the food was prepared.

"Ah, good. I need a helper for lunch, no~?" He smiled and set out the ingredients.

You blinked, you had never really had to cook..."I-I don't know how to cook..." You muttered, only to have Carlos laugh and push you gently aside. "Sorry."

"It's fine, chica. Why don't you get everything set up for lunch?" He smiled and turned back to his hands, which were already preparing food.

You nodded and grabbed what you thought you would need. A lot of bowls and spoons. While stacking them in a convenient place to reach, you thought about the ship and who you had met so far. The ship was in a very nice condition, and from what you could see the cabins were not big, but not small. Definitely a good thing, because the less people it could fit the better. They had furnishings, from the small cracks in the door you could see a bed, dresser, table with papers on it and a vacant chair. Some of them even had small pieces of gold embedded in them! It wasn't the captain's cabin; though. As for people, Carlos had seemed nice so far. He cheerful and he didn't mind the fact that there were indeed some things that you couldn't do, even though it was expected of you. The other crew members were much more laid back, they didn't search you with their eyes or try to touch you. Except for one man, who was tall and skinny. He had messed up teeth and stubble, he reminded you of your old captain in a way. Now, the captain...he had a certain quality about him. You didn't know exactly why, but it seemed almost as if no matter what he did you couldn't bring yourself to dislike him.

"So, chica, what do you think of the captain?" Carlos looked at you from the corner of his eye as he put the ingredients into the pot.

"What do you mean? I barely even talked to him." You raised a bow and continued to set out the utensils.

"I mean, you're a beautiful young lady and I want to know what you think of the captain."

"He's...he's..." You looked down, trying to think of the correct words. "He's very...I..." At a loss of words, Carlos stopped you.

"Not yet, si? Well...he's usually a lot more warmhearted...he's been to hell and back recently. We went to pillage a ship, and next thing you know only six of us were left. He still has no idea how." Carlos looked down sadly.

It clicked in your head finally. That's why he was wounded, and most likely why he seemed so sad and cold! "Oh." You said simply and finished up, just as Carlos moved the steaming pot of stew in front of you and handed over a ladle. He called down the crew, and soon there was a line of eager pirates waiting for food.

"Hola." A gravelly voice said, which was matched by the face you had hoped you wouldn't have to interact with.

"Hello. Move on now." You said in a stone cold voice, giving him his food and nudging his arm slightly the other way and starting with the next in line. You could hear some of the others scoffing. You guessed even though they were new, and the man was already on the ship, they already didn't like him. Carlos gave you an apologetic look and sighed slightly.

As everyone was eating, you had already finished and stood by Carlos. "_, could you take this to the captain, please?" He held out a bowl and spoon to you, which you took.

"Yeah." After turning and walking up the stairs, you knocked on the captain's door.

"S-si?" You heard a voice, muffled slightly by the door.

"Lunch...we figured you weren't coming down s-" You were interrupted by the door opening and striking emerald eyes looking straight down at you. "H-here?" You held out the bowl.

He looked down, obviously confused. "What?"

"Lunch...food...you know, the stuff that keeps you alive?" You furrowed your brow and pushed the bowl towards him. He was still staring down.

"Oh...already? I thought...but..." He shook his head and rubbed his temple. "Okay, gracias." He took the bowl and wandered back into his cabin. You wondered why it had taken him so long, when you saw him just put the bowl aside and sit at his desk, covered with maps, half written letters and treaties. He took up his quill, when you noticed his hand shaking.

"Captain?" You started and stood at his door, your hand on the frame. "I don't think you should...be working so much..."

Antonio looked up and blinked. "But I have to or else...uhm..." He sighed slightly and look back down, defeated. "Just...leave me alone."

You frowned, but did what you were told. Walking out you heard a thump, and turned back to see his head on his desk, sleeping soundly. You giggled and walked back down to the galley to clean up the dishes.