Chapter 6- Challenge

The door of the pub slammed open, and in came trouble in the form of…

"Lily, hide in the kitchen with Catherine," Arthur growled as three strange man came in.

Catherine dragged me to the kitchen by the arm where we lift up the floorboards to a secret room.

-Arthur's POV-

Catherine had Lily away from the worst three parts ever, and by worst I mean most annoying. The Bad Touch Trio had come into the pub.

First-in was Gilbert, an egotistical German pirate who kidnapped Peter and killed Lily's family. Every sailor in the room rolled their eyes as he yelled something about being "awesome". Second in was Francis, French pirate whose main goal in life was to see how many times he would have "fun". Finally, there was Antonio, a Spaniard who said he can never lose because he was from the land of passion. Whether that is a passion for women or piracy, we'll never know.

"Artur," Antonio smiled, "long time, no see."

"Ja," Gilbert laughed, "how you been man?"

"Oui," Francis smirked, "comment allez-vous?"

I sneered at the trio.

"I've been fine," I said with sarcasm dripping off my tongue, "except for well, I've been searching for a brother for a year and a half. No thanks to you guys."

"Kesese, did you hear that you guys?" Gilbert laughed. "Kirkland has been looking for his brother." The two others laughed, and I hoped Lily wasn't listening.

-Arthur's POV end-

Anger welled up within me as I heard the laugh of the man who killed my parents. I knew that laugh anywhere, and I wanted to make the man laughing pay. Catherine saw the anger within me and decided to ask why I was so mad when I heard that laugh. I didn't keep any detail from her as I told my story.

"Oi, where's Catherine?" The German man asked.

Catherine left hiding place and exited the kitchen to make it look less suspicious. I could hear the aggravation in her voice as she kept talking to them, and I could hear Arthur's displeasure as they try to talk to him again.

"You know, gits, there is someone else here who wants her revenge," Arthur said. I took that as my cue to get out of the hiding place and to come stand beside Arthur.

"And who would that be exactly? The Frenchman laughed.

"That would be me," I said.

The three looked me over, smirking. I could tell Arthur didn't like the way they were looking at me.

"Now vhy vould you vant revenge against us?" The German asked.

"You killed my parents four years ago," I growled.

"Well, let's make a bet," the Spaniard laughed, "Arthur and Gilbert can fight, and if Arthur wins, he'll get his brother back and Gilbert will be a captive on Arthur's ship."

"And if Gilbert wins?" I asked warily.

"Then you come with us, chica," he smirked.

"Ooh, Antonio," the Frenchmen smiled, "I like this plan!"

"I knew you would, Francis," Antonio smiled. "Now do we have a deal, chica."

I looked to Arthur who was getting madder by the second. I didn't have to say it he knew the question I was going to ask.

"If it's alright with you, then it's alright with me."

"Wunderbar!" Gilbert cheered. "The Awesome Me was looking for a good fight."

"Then it's settled," Francis smiled. "The fight will be tomorrow at midday at the docks."

Arthur smirked. He knew that not only was he going to get Gilbert, but he was going to get Peter back as well.

(This be a time skip, so time be skipped.)

" Arthur," I said as I sat down on the edge of his bed, "you need to get some rest for tomorrow."

"I know, but I'm nervous. If I lose, I lose the two most important people in my life, Peter and you."

"Don't worry," I said, holding him close. "You won't lose. You're fighting for a cause close to your heart. I'm sure you'll win."

"I love you, Lily," Arthur said, pressing his lips against mine.

"I love you too," I said as we pulled apart just to let the space between us dwindle away again.

(Meanwhile with the Bad Touch Trio.)

Antonio paced across the floor back and forth in deep thought as Francis sits on some wine and Gilbert planned what he was going to do when he won.

"I must look awesome when we bring the frau on the ship," Gilbert smirked. "She vill be my personal slave, vench, vhatever you vant to call her."

"Ohonhonhon, mon ami, Arzhur will rue zhe day he let Ludwig join his crew," Francis laughed.

"I don't know, amigo," Antonio added. "Artur is not going to be beat so easily."

"What do you mean, Toni?" Francis asked, concern etched across his face.

"I mean he is fighting for something near and dear to him, his brother and the chica. He's going to fight hard."

"You are very right, mon ami. Gilbert, are you sure zhis is what you want to do?"

"Ja, the awesome me vill beat him within an inch of his pathetic, loser life and get the frau and mein bruder! He von't vin!"