Alie pinched her nose with one hand, wrapping her other across her body like her former marine father had taught her. She sliced through the water without a splash and once again found herself fighting her way to the surface. She broke the surface, and swam a weak breast stroke towards Ashlea's voice, barely able to keep her head above the surface. The pirates laughed at the struggling teen. Ashlea got them to lower her a rope and Alie latched on, bracing her feet against the hull. She climbed like she did the 12 ft. wall that was apart of her school's obstacle course, the pirate's roaring laughter immediately stopping as she agilely flew up the hull. Soon she reached the top and was pulled on board. She immediately hugged Ashlea, soaking wet. Gilbird flew circles over head, whistling the Hunger Games tune.
"Y' m'ght w'nt t' m'v'." One Viking said and Ashlea dragged her friend aside. The Vikings began attacking the Feli look alike from one side, the Bad Touch Trio (Alie dubbed them when she discovered they were all perverts.) swarming from the other side. Soon the ship was forced into retreat and the Viking captain maneuvered his ship beside Gilbert's. Alie and Ashlea stayed close. Alie showed the now dripping picture to Ashlea, who smiled.
"I'm flattered that you went to the time to draw me just to find me." She smiled.
"Ah. I was lonely without you." Alie teased.
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"It was cursed? Are you sure?" Ashlea asked.
"That's what the Bad Touch Trio said." Alie answered. The two girls were supposed to be sleeping. Alie had a sleeping area set aside from Gilbert's in the library of his cabin. There was a wall separating them from his sleeping area. The two girls fit into one bed, but barely. Ashlea laid down while Alie perched on the end of the bed against the wall, stroking Gilbird who chirped contentedly on her knee. There was a knock on the door.
"Enter." Alie cried feeling like the company commander does in her promotion boards. The cabin boy, Jarsha, entered with a bald eagle perched on his hand.
"It came for you." He said.
"Thanks, Jarsha, you can go." She dismissed him as the bird swooped and landed on Ashlea's knee, causing Gilbird to nearly faint, flying into Gilbert's room. Alie looked down and noticed the letter in her lap.
Alie,
Get out while you still can. Arthur is coming after you. He almost got your friend. He is different. I think that history may be repeating itself, but I can't say more because he is watching me like a hawk. Meet me in El Puerto de Santa Maria if you believe me. If not, I'll understand.
Until next time,
Alfred F. Jones, the hero.
"What the-?" Alie said, getting the sinking feeling she was being watched. She crumbled it up once she finished.
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Arthur growled, splashing his hand through the water in the basin, causing the image to vanish. So Alfred decided to warn them, huh? He was going to have a little talk with that runt. He stormed onto the deck, his eyes glowing blood red, and searched for his first mate. Alfred was at the helm. Seeing him, Alfred greeted him with a cheeky smile, but it faded when he saw his eyes. He darted away as the captain swung his sword. It embedded itself in the wood. Alfred pulled out a necklace, giving it a quick twist and he vanished. The British pirate growled in anger, ripping his sword free. He growled and killed the nearest man with a spell. Arthur had changed greatly.