*I think that with this chapter I should be finished. I am running out of half-decent ideas (and cheese DZ) but I will be starting my next story soon. Goodness, I talk too much. On with the story!*

Chapter 4

A few weeks passed,or was it only days? From the room, it was unable to see the world outside. The only way she knew if it was day or night was the cracks and bullet holes in the door. Since that night, she didn't quite mind. Once again the door opened, but this time was different. It was more of a slam.

"Remember that test I mentioned?" Arthur's tone was very sadistic. The way he said that made it seem like he was planning on killing her.

"W-well, um, yeah. I guess." she even sounded as worried as she was. Being coy as she is wasn't going to help or hide anything this time.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the small room. Before her eyes could adjust to light, (well what ever light there was in such a darkened sky) he forced a sword in her hand.

"Okay, I want to see how long it will take to either kill or incapacitate me, or die."

"WHAT?" she yelled

"Good luck." he was even more cynical and evil sounding than ever.

She blinked in utter disbelief, and when she opened her eyes he was gone. About half an hour later she had killed enough men to reach Arthur. She was drenched in blood and cut all to hell, but still alive and strong enough to fight.

"Well that was fast." he sneered, drawing his own blade.

"Why are you doing this?" she was so confused by this 'challenge' he had assigned.

"It's quite simple really. I just want to know what you're worth as a pirate, let alone a fighter."

"That fight with me and my brothers wasn't eno-"

Before she could finish the sentence a man came behind her and plunged his sword into her back. The blade quickly ripped through her flesh and muscles before quickly exiting through her chest.

Blood streamed from her mouth as well as the entry and exit wounds. She lightly coughed before falling to the ground. Her limp, lifeless body making a loud thud upon contact with the wood of the deck.

Arthur just walked away, not even making a glance at the corpse.

The very last thing she saw was his bright green eyes. Something she once thought to be stunning was now cold and desolate. But another thing was the sky. It used to be dark and riddled with clouds, not even pierced by the bright sun. In this particular moment, however, it was amazing. The sun was just setting making an orangeish glow and for once, she could see through the fear and anger, and see the true beauty of the outside world. The sky was not so grey after all, but this realization came a bit too late. By the time she saw this her lungs were filling with blood and her life met a painful and abrupt end.

*Well, there ya go... England is an evil bastard, but who cares? He's too damn adorable for that to matter, right? Right? And now, I start my next one. No violence, death, or perviness. Well, no more than usual when France is around...*