Pervert? How was I a pervert, Mattie jumped me! I have to get this cleared up before Artie here does something rash. "Artie could you maybe calm down and I could explain myself?" ...Oops that was the wrong thing to say. His face became red with anger, his fists clenched at his waist. He was going to start screaming again. You know what maybe I should stand up and push Matt off of me, that would be a good idea. So that's just what I did, I gently nudged Mattie to my side and stood in front of my short little rescuer. I stood at least three or four inches taller than him.

"Calm down! You of all people should not be telling me to calm down!" And there's the yelling. I looked at Matt who was just sitting there, he wasn't going to be much help I guessed.

"Alight, listen I'm sorry but I can't have you yelling at me while I try to figure out why your cook thinks I'm his brother." my voice was pacific and soothing I was trying to get the irritable Brit to be a little less violent.

"I'll yell whenever I damn well please you-!...Wait what?" His pure grassy orbs flickered to Matt then back to me. He repeated this a couple of times until finally his eyes came to a stop landing on me. He looked at me dumbly, " Again, what? Matthew that is ridiculous sure you two share a similarity in appearance slightly but...If it were true this halfwit would recognize you." Artie reasoned.

At this point Matt was out of whatever trance his was in and started talking, "I think he forgot..." Forgot? I don't feel that weird feeling that you get when forgetting something, so I didn't misrecollect anything!

"I didn't forget anything! Maybe It's a little fuzzy but I remember growing up in America and then...then...yeah that...after I...then this thing happened and...the big guy put me on a boat and the British came after me now I'm here! See I didn't forget anything!"


I couldn't believe him, he was insisting that he knew everything from the time he was born till now. I may not have known Alfred for very long but If Matthew says their brothers I'm going to think he's right. "Alright Alfred I think Matthew is right so why don't you sit down and he can explain." I always have to be the point of reason don't I.

He sighed but sat down, I followed suit as did Matthew who was dragging my desk chair across the floor. It came to a stop in front of Alfred and I, The scene looked as if a mother was scolding her two children. " Alfred, for starters I am your brother." Alfred didn't look up he just kept staring at the wooden floor. I was looking back and forth betwixt the two of them waiting for my cook to continue. "Ivan Braginski, he took you from me a little over a year ago. He was looking for George something and was convinced you knew him. I told him you didn't know a George but he took you anyway. I haven't seen you in a long time, I missed you." He rushed forward with more tears in his confusing purple orbs, he again crushed Alfred in a death grip.

"I-I believe you but...I still don't remember." Matthew only loosened his grip slightly.

"Uh, Matthew?" I nudged his shoulder a bit trying to get his attention.

"Yes?"

"Alfred was just in hosted out of the ocean a little while ago why don't you let him rest? I still have to talk about the payment." I gently pulled my cook off his brother and guided him towards the door. He was reluctant but left us anyway.

"Payment? For what?"he asked rearranging his still damp clothes. I walked to my closet and pulled out some of my father's old clothes knowing that none of mine would fit my new crew member. I was much too skinny, he's so muscular and really sexy-...did I just think he was s-sexy? What's wrong with me?

I hand him the apparel, turning around so he could dress. "Those are some of my fathers old clothes, you may use them as yours are still wet. My new member will not be aboard this ship with a cold. " He decided it would be acceptable to chat whilst getting dressed.

"So your father, is he a pirate too?" It was an innocent enough question but it struck a nerve.

"No he wasn't, him and my mother ran a pub in England."

"Why are you talking in past tense? Are you on bad terms or something?"

"No Alfred they're dead, My mother died when I was seven and my father when I was ten. " I walked over to my desk and took a seat not wanting to stand in front of my closet. Alfred had returned to his spot on my bed listening to me.

"How did they die?" Again a normal question to ask but I don't even know myself.

"Well, no one told me. One day my father came home angry and depressed, he had mumblings about my beautiful mother and how it was a terrible way to go. He told me she was in heaven now and that we had to get on without her. So for three year we ran the pub, my father always flirting with women and sneaking off at night. Then in 1533, around April 14th he went missing, the police looked for over a month and declared him dead. I was sent to the orphanage permanently for seven years. I escaped and became a thief, I pick pocketed, I did odd jobs for thugs then when I was nineteen I took over this ship."

"How did you do that when you were only nineteen? I mean that's my age and I could never do that!"

"Well due to three years of sneaking around I was able to sneak past everybody and slit the captains throat in his sleep. I became the new captain , even though I wasn't planning that I just wanted to loot the chest!" I started laughing remembering how shocked I felt when everybody rejoiced that their captain was dead and gone.

"That's kinda scary but awesome at the same time...you're officially the coolest person I have ever met Artie! So What were your parents like anyway?"

"Don't call me Artie my name is Arthur. Anyroad, her name was Lydia Bell. My mother was beautiful, she had bright colourful red hair and green eyes she was from Scotland. Met my father, Gorge Kirkland when she was at a port he was working as a carpenter. Fixed ships and things, she said it was love at first sight. They were wed and I was born."

"Artie-"

"Arthur."

"I'm really sorry about your family..." Still with my back turned I felt a pair of arms around me. He was hugging me? I felt water on my hand. He was crying? No wait I'm crying...why haven't I pushed him away?

I looked up at him and lifted my hand up then I ...wacked him over the head. Alfred let go and started rubbing his head.

"Owww what was that for! That huuuurrrrttt~!" he was whining like a five year old, It's giving me a headache. "I was trying to be nice."

"Don't touch your captain! now you will work on my ship until I see fit that you debt is repaid." I walked to the door and pulled it open.

"What debt?"

I walked away from him and called over my shoulder whilst cackling loudly, "Your life debt mate!"


A/N: OK SO I THINK I DID A GOOD JOB WRITING THE BACK STORY. I HAD TO WRITE IT OUT 3 TIMES ON A PICE OF PAPER TO MAKE SURE ALL THE DATES MATCH I HOPE MY MATH IS RIGHT! SO PLEASE REVIEW IT MEANS A LOT TO ME I WANT TO KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE THIS OR NOT. THANK YOU TO ALL WHO READ THIS!