I read the last chapter and I feel like I'm in elementary school because of all the spelling mistakes!
Notes at the bottom please read!
You might want to find the song, "Jolly Sailor Bold," the lyrics might not match because there are different versions of the song.
Have I mentioned that I don't own anything except my imagination?
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The next morning Amelia was sitting in the crows nest, listening to the sails flap in the early morning breeze, closing her eyes from the bright rays of the sun. It was peaceful, something Amelia couldn't remember having for a long time. Just taking a moment to simply sit and enjoy the scenery around her.
No wonder Captain Fuzzy Brows had been sailing for so long. It would be easy to get used to this.
It also helped that the crew was currently asleep, including the night watchmen. She had laughed when the crew couldn't lock her door again that night. She had pretended to sleep and instead snuck out to sit on the crows nest and experience the rising sun from the ocean.
Amelia felt her mind wonder to a song she had heard once at a seaside village when an elder sang it to the children. She never forgot a song, nor did she want to, singing brought smiles to people's faces and it helped her relax.
Her mind was starting to wonder again, oh well, she could sing terribly for all the company she had on deck.
Upon one summer's morning
I carefully did stray
Down by the Walls of Wapping
Where I met a sailor gay
Conversing with a young lass
Who seem'd to be in pain
Saying, William,
when you go I fear you'll ne'er return again.
Amelia didn't hear the footsteps heading towards her.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
Amelia quite singing when she felt the presence of the Captain. And no, she wasn't going to call him by his first name, or last. Either Captain or Fuzzy Brows. Or Captain Fuzzy Brows.
Seriously, hasn't he heard of a shaver? They were invented years ago. Unless he was old school, which may be the case since he was over fifty years old.
Huh…how old was he when he was placed under his curse?
She realized she didn't get an good look at his face last night-
"OI! IDOT! DO YOU WANT TO EAT OR NOT?"
Speak of the devil…was he a devil? It would explain a few things. She should ask hi-
"TOO LATE!"
Amelia looked down to catch the tail end of the Captain's coat disappear from sight. She sighed, since she wasn't actually alive she couldn't really eat. If he didn't know that than his information must be from the old scripts. Speaking of, she should probably start asking him questions about why he knew (or what he didn't know) about her and if he was working with anyone else.
Plus it would be fun to mess with his emotions some more.
/
Amelia sat at the small table on deck with the Captain as his crew ate below deck. He was slowly sipping tea from his porcelain teacup, his legs crossed and his back straight. She couldn't remember what he was wearing last night but in the early morning light his red coat looked vibrant and alive, his white pants tucked into his black boots. His bright hair looked even more yellow in the sunlight than it did in the dark. Sadly his eyes were darker during the day than night, instead of that bright fiery green they were now a dark normal color.
Maybe it was his curse? What if he had this really weird-
"Stop it."
"Hmm? What did you say Captain?"
"You have been staring at me for the past five minutes and it has started to grate on my nerves."
"Oh…"
"…"
"…"
The pirate slammed his teacup on the small plate with the matching design and looked right at Amelia. His big eyebrows furrowed in a scowl as he glared at her.
"May I ask what is so enthralling about my face? Did I get something on it or am I just that attractive?"
Amelia felt the annoyance and smugness radiate off him, but underneath those was a bit of flattery and embarrassment.
Was the big bad pirate not so bad after all?
"Oh, I was just looking at the caterpillars crawling on yo-"
"Not another word, Miss Jones."
"Don't call me that!"
Amelia huffed as amusement flowed from the pirate. This guy needed her help and he wasn't going to make it easy for her.
"What do you want me to call you?"
"Amelia!"
"Isn't that to personal? We did only meet just a few hours ago."
"I don't care about that! I don't want you to call me Miss Jones because of that reason and it makes me feel old!"
"I see. I suppose I can agree with that, idiot."
"Amelia!"
"Idiot!"
"Amelia!"
Soon, Amelia lost track of time and completely forgot about her goal to get information out of him. (He probably planned it that way.) So when the crew came back on deck to check the course of the ship Amelia remembered why she had started talking to him in the first place.
"Hey Captain-"
"Why are you still here?"
"Huh?"
The pirate was looking down into his tea, his eyes seemed to be looking at something far away. Then he looked right at her, his green eyes a little brighter than they were before. His face serious.
"Why are you here?"
Taken off guard Amelia simply stared at him. He waited patiently, sipping his tea again. Amelia knew what he was asking but she couldn't tell him what he wanted to know. No one would know until her companions were all together. She would have to avoid answering again. (As a hero she couldn't lie!)
"Dude! I don't want to go swimming in the ocean! I hear kraken are not something you want to meet in the ocean!"
Arthur growled, his voice full of anger when he spoke.
"You git! What kind of answer is that!?"
"A good one!"
/
For the next two weeks Amelia slowly got information out of Arthur, she wasn't sure if he realized he was giving information away when he was trying not to. His emotions seemed to have a mind of their own.
For example, whenever she complimented him he would shoot it down as some kind of hidden insult, even though deep down he would enjoy the flattery. It was hard for Amelia to think of this man as an infamous pirate that had been cursed fifty years ago. For those two weeks Amelia let herself believe that he was just a man who needed to learn how to connect with others. A man she was helping of her own free will.
Eventually she had to come back to reality, whether she wanted to or not.
/
It was during her third week that they came across a merchant ship. At the time, Amelia thought they were going to sail right past it until Arthur ordered the men to get ready for a raid. Amelia might not have been too familiar with sailing but she knew what 'raid' meant.
"Captain! What do you mean raid!? We can't just go and-"
"Amelia, go back to your room and wait there." Arthur barely spared her a glance, instead he shouted orders at the men as they drew closer to the other ship. Amelia didn't back down, she was a hero and hero's didn't let people raid each other, even if one of them was her friend.
She walked over and caught the sleeve of Arthur's coat when he had turned sharply away from her. He stopped and looked back at her with annoyance radiating off him…and something else, something more sinister. Amelia took a deep breath and stiffened her shoulders. If she was going to do this she would have to be strong.
"Arthur leave the ship alone. It hasn't aggravated us in any way and we have enough supplies to last us for-"
SLAP
Amelia's eyes widened as she fell to the ground from the force of the hit. She gingerly felt her stinging cheek.
"I am the captain of this ship. I give the orders. When I tell you to do something you do it. I am afraid I may have given you too much freedom, but that will change. Now, you are to go below deck and not come up until I tell you to, understood?"
Amelia felt bile rise up in her throat as that menacing emotion took over Arthur's aura, his green eyes glowed with bloodlust, his mouth twisted in a feral grin. He ordered two men to take her below deck and keep her there.
Amelia was frozen in shock when the men shut her in her room. No not her room, her prison. She slowly sank on the bed and dug her finger into her hair. Mentally her mind was in chaos.
'How could I have been so stupid! You were kidnapped Amelia! Kidnapped! He just wants to use you. You found out what he knows and now you have to stop him from finding the others! You can come and help after you warn the others! You MUST escape! NOW!'
Amelia slowly crept to the door, listening carefully to the low voices of the men on the other side of the door. She did a quick scan of the room to find nothing was going to help her escape without alerting the guards. She would have to put them to sleep, it would take a little time but it would be silent enough that she might be able to get enough of a head start before Arthur realized she was gone. Simply humming a calming tune Amelia smiled when she heard dull thuds on the other side of the door. She was also grateful that Arthur hadn't been able to replace the lock on her door yet.
She quickly made her way down the hall, she could hear the muted sounds of gunfire and shouting. She cautiously entered the deck, there were men fighting everywhere, swords, guns, wrestling, it was actually quite a variety. She jumped when a man fell beside the doorway she had been peeking through. It was one of the merchants. When no one was looking at the fallen man Ameila dragged him closer so she could grab his sword and bandanna. Tying the bandanna around her hair she grabbed the sword and checked the doorway one more time before darting out onto the deck.
She had barely taken three steps when a hand wrapped around her arm. She could smell the lust and adrenaline from the man.
"What's a lass like ye doing on a ship like this? Are you the captain's whore?"
Amelia was going to put the guy in his place when a gun fired and the man dropped to the ground, dead. Amelia looked up to see Arthur by the steering wheel of his ship, the gun in his hand pointed at her.
"GET BELOW DECK! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
Amelia looked at him, really looked at him. His red coat and cruel face, the blood splattered on his skin and clothes, but most of all she felt his emotions. His adrenaline, his cruelty, his greed, his pride…his…obsession.
Amelia realized that Arthur was obsessed with something, what that was she wasn't sure but he had been obsessed with it for so long that she wasn't going to be able to help him like she thought, he was going to need much more than she could offer, he needed someone like himself, someone alive. She would never be like him, she couldn't be.
She was only a doll, after all.
Amelia gave Arthur a sad smile and a salute.
"CAPTAIN! I WILL RAID THE ENEMY SHIP AS ORDERED, SIR!" Amelia turned and fled, hearing more gunshots whiz past her head.
"AMELIA!"
She grabbed one of the swinging ropes and landed on the other boat. She quickly ran to the other side and was going to simply cut the ropes holding the small boat only to feel the emotions of one man overcome her. His despair and hopelessness was overwhelming, it was as if he was…suicidal. Against her better judgment Amelia zeroed in on the man almost immediately. He was a few feet away from her and lying on his side. She didn't know why she was helping this man but something was telling her he, out of all these men, needed to be saved.
She carefully grabbed him, mentally cringing at the pain-filled groan that erupted from him. She placed him carefully in the small boat and jumped on after him.
"You might want to hold on to something. This is going to be a little bumpy."
The man didn't respond, only gripped the side of the boat. Amelia swiftly slashed the rope and was grateful when the boat dropped into the water, saving her from having to deal with the group of Arthur's men that had been coming towards her.
She gave the men a salute as she and the man started drifting away from them. She heard them shout and disappear from sight. Amelia turned around and started rowing, even as she felt eyes piercing into her back.
'Sorry Arthur. I will come back to help you, I promise.'
/
The man groaned in pain as he slowly woke up, the first thing to register in his foggy, pain-filled mind was the soft singing surrounding him.
His hair it hangs in ringlets
His eyes as black as coal
My happiness attend him
Wherever he may go
The man felt disappointment as the song abruptly cut off, it had been an angel's voice singing to him. A hand gently touched his shoulder, slowly turning him towards the source of the voice. His mind trying to imagine a face that was as beautiful as the voice.
She was even more beautiful than he could have imagined.
Her hair was tied back in a braid, the long golden locks shining in the evening sun, one strand curling towards the sky. Her skin slightly tan and unblemished, looking smooth to the touch. Her lips ruby red and full, parting to reveal perfectly white and straight teeth as she smiled. The best part was her eyes, the endless sapphires, full of optimism, hope and love. Those eyes drew him in, just looking at them made him feel emotions he wasn't used to.
The Angel cocked her head slightly and gave him a bright smile.
"Hi. My name is Amelia, Amelia F. Jones."
/
YAY! ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE! AND IT WAS SUPER LONG! (7 pages in word)
Anywho, I hope this will last you guys for a little while, I'm not sure when I will be able to update again, maybe in two weeks?
The man at the end is supposed to get you guessing, so his name and description was left unsaid on purpose. I tried, and I think I failed, to make Arthur more menacing but the situation wasn't right for him to turn into the pirate we all love/fear. Don't worry either, I know some of you want to meet other characters, like France, but it will take some time to get there ok? Be patient.
Now for the announcements/reminders:
- Please go vote on my profile! I want to have my audience's input on my future stories! (Unless you hate my writing and are only reading this story because there is barely any pirate!UKxfem!US out there.)
- Those of you that read America's Gloves and are waiting for the sequel- IT IS OUT! I plan on updating that soon, it's called America's Glasses, it's not an actual sequel but a…well…I don't know how to explain it so you will just have to just read it!
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BYE~!
