Alfred's POV
Well I found out what repaying a debt consumed of…manual labor a lot of it. Artie had me mopping the deck and cleaning up the crews rooms. Some of the stuff in there was just awful one guy had what looked like a dead squirrel. When I tried to get rid of it he came up to me screaming about how it was his best friend.
There's some real weirdo's on this ship but I've been connecting with Matt a lot kind of making up for lost time, on his part anyway. Essentiality I'm meeting my brother for the first time so I have to get to know him all over again.
I've also gotten to hang out with France more, he has told me so much about homosexual love making. This was awkward since in the middle of one of those conversations Artie walked up as I was saying how cute he was and if he'd be interested in that sort of thing….
So there went my meal for the night and staying in our bed that night, I had to sleep out on the deck and use rope as a make shift bed. I get to sleep with the captain because there aren't enough rooms for everyone. I suggested that I sleep with Mattie if it made him uncomfortable but…I found out that Matt has someone in his bed already…
My baby brother is sleeping with Francis…all those things he told me were his sex adventures with my baby brother. Oh I beat him up; Artie didn't pull me off until he saw blood. So as it went on for two weeks just like that. I'm still stuck mopping the deck now in the hot sun, with everyone else doing as they do.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, I don't know what made me do it but I reached behind me and grabbed the hand that had poked me. I flung who ever it was over my shoulder and onto the floorboards. Without knowing who it was I straddled their hips and brought the mop up to their neck like some sort of weapon.
"What the bloody hell Alfred!" Panic was laced in his voice, pfff like I'd actually kill Artie with a mop!
"Sorry reflex I guess." I shrugged and thought nothing of it.
"Reflex? I have never seen you do that in the whole two weeks you've been here! What were you some kind of tough guy before…maybe that's why that Ivan guy picked a fight with you…" I was still on top of him but I had put the stupid mop down. He hadn't even noticed yet too lost in thought I guess, so I just stayed like that wondering how long until he exploded.
A large man with spiky blonde hair walked past us sneering at me, like I did something too him. I don't know what I could have done but he looked pissed. At this pint Artie was off whatever imaginary unicorn he was on and had his full attention on me.
"Get off me you bloody imbecile!" Should have seen that insult coming…he likes to call me a git a lot too.
"Ohonononon~ getting it on right here on the deck, no? You would be much more comfortable in that plush bed of yours Arthur.
Arthur's POV
That bloody frog I'll kill him! How dare he make such lewd comments about Alfred and me! I would never have those sorts of relationships with my crew ever! I-I…I may have had the thought once o-or twice but the point is I never acted upon it!
"Get out of here frog! Alfred get off me for the last time!" He removed himself from me and went back to doing whatever he was doing. Francis walked laughing like a hyena with that perverted laugh of his. I straightened my blazing red coat and tri hat, continuing on my way completely forgetting what I was going to ask of Alfred.
I made it to the helm and gave my helmsman, Lars, a break even though we had just switched persons a couple minutes ago. I just needed something to do honestly. A few hours went by and it soon became dark, I set the wheel in the right direction and let Lars once again take over telling him that I have changed our course slightly. Instead of arriving in the north of Canada we will now be arriving in the south ports.
I went below deck surveying the drunken men I now have on my hands. Most of them chanting and singing old childhood songs we have all heard at one time or another. Francis and Matthew dry humping in the corner, tsk tsk so shameful. Then in the middle of all the ruckus there Alfred sat looking as bored as ever.
"Oi lad don't ya have any alcohol in your system? It's more fun that way you know." I shoved a mug into his hand and chugged one down myself. I loved drinking myself into oblivion on nights like this! He took hesitant sips at first then began drinking normally not downing it like me and the rest of the crew, well I know who's going to be sober by the end of this!
"Thanks Artie." He smiled at me. God I love his smile hehe so adorable~.
"You're welcome Alfie~!" I slid myself into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck in an awkward hug.
Alfred's POV
Wow that was fast! Two drinks and he's already lost his mind! This could only end badly…"Did you just call me Alfie?"
"Yeah –hic- I like how it sounds~ -hic-" Everyone has pretty much left to get some rest so I think bringing Artie here to bed would be a good thing to do considering how he's off his rocker.
"Alright Artie whatever you say, now why don't we go to bed?" I pushed him off and up on his feet. He stood still for a second but began to lean to the left, I quickly caught him letting him lean into me.
"Alfie carrrryyyy meeeeee~!" he clawed at my shirt as if trying to climb onto to me like I'm some kind of tree. I had about enough so with one quick movement I swiped his legs up and cradled his shoulders carrying him princess style. He stopped squirming and looked down. His eyes became as wide as saucers and he buried his head in my chest mumbling a 'please don't drop me Alfie.'
Oh it was the cutest thing! I walked to our room kicking the door open with my boot. I tossed Artie onto the bed and then began taking off his clothes, I wasn't about to get bitched at in the morning for doing the right thing and letting the drunktard sleep fully clothed.
He was down to some boxers, Artie then looked at me with the most innocent look that a grown man should never have on his face and lightly tugged on my shirt.
"It's not fair you still have clothes on." He said.
"Artie I know what you're thinking and we are not doing that…at least not while you're drunk it won't mean anything." He tilted his head towards the right slightly and gave me a questionable look. "Now go to sleep."
"But I like you Alfie!"
"No, no you don't you're just a horny pirate and I'm convenient now go to sleep." I slipped off my shirt tossing it aside and slid under the covers tuning away from the man I have come to love.
"B-but-"
"ARTHUR! SLEEP. NOW." I heard a sniffle and slight whimpering as he buried himself under the blankets as well. I felt guilty but I just couldn't make love to someone who would only think of me as that boy he pulled out of the ocean. In such a short time he had stolen my heart, that's just great look what you got yourself into Alfred Jones. Only the rest of my life to go.
A/N: So yeah...this is up sooner then I thought I think I'm going to be updating more often. I'm going through a hard time at home and writing out my frustrations might help instead of cutting myself. I also notice that my chapter keep getting shorter and shorter, don't worry I'll be having big stuff happen soon so they will be longer, hopefully. Reviews are highly appreciated I read them all and feel happier once I do even negative reviews are welcome I do want to improve my writing. So please, please review.