Upon the Great Victoria
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the idea for the story and Arthur's crew.
Anthony's P.O.V.
Walter and the Captain were the first to move. They both quickly drew their swords and ran to the pirate. Walter stabbed the pirate in the stomach and Arthur cut off the pirate's head.
Anthony picked up Andrew and took him to the room where his medical supplies were kept a long with a few cots for severely wounded people.
He laid her down on a cot and began taking off the now blood soaked shirt so he could see the wound better. Andrew seemed to regain his senses at that moment and moved Anthony's hands away.
"What are you doing? If I can't see it then I can't treat it" Anthony said and tried to open Andrew shirt again.
"No" he said and pushed Anthony's hands away again. After a few more minutes of this Anthony sighed. He wasn't getting anywhere with this and Andrew was losing blood fast, and the struggling wasn't helping. He went over to a shelf and grabbed a small bottle with a milky colored liquid in it. He had been working on this for a while, it was supposed to ease the pain and calm the patient at the same time. It hasn't been tested before…but what better way than to test it now.
He went over to Andrew and made him open after he convinced him it would stop the pain. Anthony poured the liquid into his mouth and made sure he swallowed all of it.
Anthony tried to open Andrew's shirt but he was still being resistant. After another minutes or so Andrew's pushes began to get weaker until he didn't stop Anthony anymore.
Anthony quickly wiped away the blood that escaped while Andrew was struggling. He threw that cloth away and then grabbed another cloth and tried to stop the blood. Once it stopped bleeding he opened Andrew's shirt.
There we already bandage around his chest, but they were already slashed open from the attack. What? Is he hurt already? Anthony began to remove the blood soaked bandages. He paused once he got the bandages away. Why did Andrew have…breasts? His mind reeled as he looked at Andrew's face, which now looked a bit peaceful since the medicine put him to sleep.
He shook his head and began to inspect his wound. It was not too deep so it would heal fine. He threw the other bandages away and began wrapping new ones that covered most of her entire torso. Once he was done with that he sighed and wiped away the blood on his hands before leaving the room and went to find the Captain.
He knocked on the Captain's door before slowly going in. He was not looking forward to him telling him, it was the one of his rules that was most important that Andrew…or whatever her name was had broken.
"How is he?" Walter asked and looked up at Anthony. Captain, for some odd reason, was not in the room at the time.
"Well actually, I need to talk to you about him" he said and avoided eye contact.
Walter sighed. "I see. I'll go tell Captain that we lost him" he said and stood.
"No, that's not it. He's alive and healing."
Walter raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it?"
"Andrew…he isn't a he, he's a she."
Walter blinked a few times. "You mean he's not male?"
"No, he's not."
Walter nodded. "Okay, go back to your work."
Arthur's POV
"Captain," Walter said and came up to Arthur who was out on the deck.
He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"It's about Andrew…" he said and watched his face carefully.
Arthur felt his heart plummet into his feet. "I didn't think it was bad enough to kill him."
"He's not dead" Walter said and continued to study him.
"That's good, I should go see him them." He started to walk towards the door but Walter put a hand on his chest.
"Arthur-" Walter began to say but was cut off by Arthur.
"Ooh~ You don't call me Arthur unless something really bad has happened. What is it?" he asked and smirked. Walter assumed it was his smirk that he just wore to look smug but as he looked deeper into his eyes he could actually see worry. Worry for Andrew maybe?
"One of your rules has been broken. The one about women on the ship" he paused and took in Arthur's unchanging expression before continuing on. "One of the men is actually a woman. She dressed herself up and has fooled us all."
Before Walter could tell him who it was Arthur stormed into the clinic. He wasn't stupid; he could put one and one together and get two. He pulled back the blanket that was cover the still sleeping 'Andrew' and looked at the bandages that covered his torso. Sure enough he saw what he needed to see. He put the blanket back over her and walked out of the room.
He headed straight for his cabin and locked himself in there, where he stayed all night.
The next day he heard a knock on the door. "What?" he called and glared at the door.
"She's waking up" Walter said through the door. Arthur quickly got out of bed and fixed his clothes before going to the clinic and locking the door.
Throughout the night the rumor spread about the crew so everyone practically had their ear pressed up against the door trying to listen in on their conversation.
'Andrew' slowly sat up. Arthur leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and watched her.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked. She jumped, not noticing he was in the room. She turned to face him.
"Good morning, Captain" she said in her fake, manly voice.
"Good morning, Andrew" he said and studied her face. "Mind telling me who you really are? Also, sue your real voice. That fake tone is rather unsettling." Arthur stood up and slowly walked closer to the cot.
"I-I can explain!" she said and backed up a bit.
"Then explain why you broke two of my most important rules!" he barked and she jumped.
"I told you I wanted to get away from my brother" she said and avoided eye contact.
"So you impersonated a man and joined my crew to get away from your brother?!"
She nodded. "That's exactly it!" Arthur groaned and ran a hand down his face.
He sighed and sat down on a nearby barrel. She watched him carefully as he sat and stared at the ground.
"What am I going to do with you? I can't kill you" he murmured to himself.
"You could let me stay a part of the crew" she suggested softly.
"Absolutely not!" he said and looked at her.
"Why not?! Just because I'm a girl now means I can't do anything? That was still me when I did all that stuff!" she pleaded her case.
"I said no and that's final!" He got up and began walking towards the door. "Now you are to stay in this room until I say you can come out. Your meals will be brought to you and trying to get anyone to let you out is not prohibited. Do I make myself clear?" he asked and turned around to face her.
"But-" she said and tried to protests.
"Do I make myself clear?!" he shouted and she nodded. "Good. Now I don't want to hear a peep out of you." He left and locked the door again to keep her confined in that room.
Arthur turned around to see his entire crew staring at him. "What are you gawking at?! Back to work!" he shouted and they scrambled to go to their positions.
"Christopher" Arthur said as he approached the wheel where Christopher stood.
"Yes Captain?" he asked and looked over at him.
"Set the course to go back to small town where we picked up Andrew" he said and looked out over the sea.
"But, that's a three month journey."
"I don't care, just do it" he demanded and walked away.
"Aye, Captain" Christopher said and sighed.
Two weeks passed and Amelia was completely healed. She lay on the floor of the clinic and stared at the ceiling. She would lie on the bed but the floor was colder than the bed and she was currently hot outside so it made it hot in there.
Arthur opened the door and looked down at her. "What are you doing?" he asked with a slightly amused expression.
"Trying to keep my brain from melting out of my head!" she said and sat up to look at him. "Why do I have to stay in here? I was no different from before I got injured and now."
"Then you were a boy and now you're a girl" he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
"That makes no sense; you can't just change your sex."
"You know what I meant! Anyway, we're at a port now and you're going to come with me."
"Really?! I can get out of this stuffy room?" she stood up quickly. "Okay let's go."
Arthur turned and waited on her to come out of the room before shutting the door.
"So where are we going?" she asked as they walked through the streets.
"Here" he said while pulling her into a shop.
"A dress shop?" she asked and looked around.
"Can I help you?" the owner of the shop said and came up to them.
"She needs a dress" Arthur grabbed Amelia's arm and pulled her forward. "She needs something she can work in and nothing too elaborate."
The woman nodded and led Amelia to the back of the shop.
Arthur stood around awkwardly looking at fabrics for thirty minutes until she was done. The woman brought Amelia out to show Arthur.
He looked her over as she had her arms crossed and she pouted. "I hate this dress" she muttered.
The woman looked panicked. "You hate this one too? That's the last one that fits you for what you're looking for."
Arthur shook his head "No it's not the dress, she's just stubborn. She doesn't like wearing dresses."
"O-oh" the woman said, a bit confused as why a woman would hate dresses since that's all they were allowed to wear. Arthur paid for the dress Amelia was wearing and two others. Amelia stormed out of the shop, with the other dresses in tow, and Arthur followed behind her.
"I can't believe you're making me wear a dress!" she said and turned to face him.
"Look, girl-"
"My name's not girl" she huffed and pouted.
He rolled his eyes, something he found that he has been doing a lot lately. "Fine. What's your name?"
"It's Amelia" she mumbled.
"Amelia?" he asked and she nodded. "Fine, Amelia you're a lady, a lady should wear a dress" he said and crossed his arms. "At least it's just the dress, not the corsets and hoopskirts." She opened her mouth to argue but shut it and continued to walk again. He rolled his eyes and followed her.
"Amelia" he said once he caught up to her. She turned around and looked up at him. "I don't like freeloaders on my ship" he crossed his arms. "So if you clean and cook, pretty much the duties you were doing before, we won't have a problem."
Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Really? I can actually do something?" He nodded and she hugged him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she laughed.
"Stop it, let go of me" he said and she stopped.
"Oh, I'm sorry" she said and blushed a bit before turning away and heading back towards the boat.
Once they were on the boat and a few miles out at sea the crew gathered on the deck. "Alright!" Arthur shouted to quiet down the talking among their selves. "Listen up! This is Amelia!" he pulled her forward and she waved awkwardly at them. "You also know her as Andrew. She will be cooking and cleaning for us. Do not touch her in any way that makes her feel uncomfortable and do not hurt her. If she comes on to you, you better get out of there because if you don't not only will she be thrown overboard but you will as well! Got it?" His crew nodded and some of them mumbled. "Good. Now back to work!" Everyone scattered and he turned to face Amelia. "That includes you, Amelia" he said and crossed her arms. She nodded and ran to the kitchen.
Sorry it took me forever to get this up :c I'll do better next time.
Edit: I lie! I'm sorry I lied in the sentence before this. For shame, for shame. Tsk, tsk. Anyway. I've edited all the chapters now so if you'd like to re read it, refresh your memory on what's happened so far go right ahead :3 Chapter 7 will be up soon.