Child's Play- The Name Game
~Amelia Jones~
By the time Arthur's wounds were wrapped, night had descended upon The Empirical like a shroud to keep "her" (Arthur insisted that The Empirical not be referred to as it) warm in the chill surrounding her, and the waves below rocked the ship back and forth with the soft crashing lullaby the resounding noise sang.
At least, that's how Arthur would have it described. I found it nearly nauseating. There wasn't much space to roam, and of this confined area, not one square centimeter was free of the smell of the salt water and harsh sea air. According to the captain, today was going to be just simply treading water, a day of sailing and not much more. I intended to rest, though the crew had other ideas.
"Oi, lass, ye be nots standin' idle, aye?" The fiery mass of red hair caught my eye.
"What do you want?"
"Fer ye ta come b'low decks with me mates."
I laughed curtly in a quick response.
"What'll it take, Bonnie?"
The Scotsman smirked at me, his curls of smoke drifting from the cigarette hanging from his lips, pulled into a distinctly hungry smirk.
"Iain! Bugger off, wills ye?"
"An' why Shou' I?"
"Cap'n's orders." The growl was low and threatening as an all too familiar arm wrapped itself comfortably around my waist and drew me nearer to the Captain's side.
"Ye may be cap'n, Arthur, but yer still me wee baby brothe'. And a lass'll always be a lass, no matters how keen ye are fer her."
He began to speak when Feliciano, the cook, ran up to me, tugging on my hand. Even this smallest of threats to Arthur's possession of me brought him to pull me closer yet to him.
"Bella~ Bella~ Come meet everybody~" The ring of his voice was high and surprisingly childlike.
"Uh, sure."
Arthur studied the harmless cook for a moment before letting me go, leaving him to settle a score with his older brother, who I was dying to talk with.
Feliciano pulled me down below decks and to a series of tables set for gambling, hidden from Arthur's knowledge. The air was heavy with the scent of liquor, mixing to a potent stench of sea and alcohol and filth.
"Bella! Bella~! This is everybody~! Jack, Matthias, Thomas, Yao, Andrew, and Henry~!"
"Hey! What about me?"
"This is Peter, the capitano's half nephew."
"Yes! Peter Kirkland! I'm going to be the greatest pirate ever, you know!"
"Yer a cabin boy, Pete, don't get proud, ye know how annoyed the cap'n wills be gettin'."
"And you not even pirate, Aru."
"I am too a pirate, and a good one!"
"There's no such thing as a good pirate."
Silence followed my remark.
"Oh, tha's right, ye was a wannabe sheriff, wasn't ya?" Thomas was American, from the east coast, by the way he spoke.
"A sheriff. Not a wannabe sheriff."
"If you're a sheriff, why did Arthur bring you on board?"
"Why do ye think, ye git. Use yer bleedin' head."
"He's only 12, Andrew."
"But I'm more of a man then he'll ever be!"
"See wha' happens
when ye encourage him, Henry?"
"Ah~ Andrew~ Calm down~"
"Aye, mate, yer a tad high strung, yeah?"
"Oh, shut it, Jack!"
"Don't be mindin' em. Have a drink."
"What accent is that?"
"Danish, miss. Liquor?"
"I don't drink."
Silence filled the small area, made smaller by the sheer body heat tainting whatever air remained to breath. "Not even a little?" Little Peter looked up at me in confusion. "But... Beer is safer than water..."
"I don't sail. I stay on land."
~Arthur Kirkland~
"Iain, ye gots ta back o' her."
"An' why's tha', ye wee baby?"
"'Cause she's mine. An' I gone through Hell to ma'e I' tha' way."
"That's ne'er stopped me befo', aye?"
"This is different." The words were a low growl. "You'll's bes leavin' me bi'd be, ye understand? Belay. And. Veer. Brother."
"Aye, aye, be tranquil."
I took my leave of him, a much needed break from my brother as he lit a cigarette.
I followed the stench of my crew to find my prize packed into the lot of smelly sardines. I replaced Jack's hand on her waist, smacking it away in an ill contented manner. "What's on?"
"Just... Musings, cap'n."
"Musings?"
"Uh, aye."
"'Bout Amy! She doesn't very much like pirates, Arthur!"
"Oh, is tha' righ'?" I let the wicked grin spread on my features. "How interesting, Pe'e'." I whispered the last few words somewhere in between her neck and shoulder, pulling her into a position in which she faced me.
"Get off me. You reek of alcohol."
"We alls do. Even ye've gots a tad bit a liquor ta ye. Ye been drinkin'?"
I let her slightly corrupted scent reach my nose, inhaling the stench of beer stuck to her unbelievably soft skin. "Hmm..."
"I haven't been drinking."
"Aye. Don' lie, 'Melia." The whisper was hushed, pressed under her jaw.
She grumbled softly under her breath, turning her face away from me, trying to evade my lips, and the impending threat and intimacy of a kiss that it carried.
~Amelia Jones~
"Back off."
"Mmm... Nay."
The closeness of his lips was unnerving, my skin forming goosebumps the moment his lips met the surface of my jaw, breath hitching in a painfully obvious break in its fast tempo. I made a fatal error then. I looked towards him, to his face, the gleaming, predatorily proud smirk as he took my chin in his fingers. There was no way I was going to let this be- and then he kissed me. It was soft and deep and it was gentle and harsh, it was gradual but had a fierce underlying passion, and something told me it didn't last long, though the time it filled in my mind wasn't chronological at all. Even now, it continues at I recall it forth from my memory. His lips melded to mine in an intense collision of heat and emotions that's existence was yet not entertained in our minds. It was nothing at all like I thought it would be. Not that I'd ever thought through a scenario in which my lips might meet the captain's, but it wasn't simply the touching of skin- lips, nor was it nearly as repulsive as I would have assumed. It was startling, compelling and completely shattered every thought I'd thought about Arthur Kirkland.
I will soon be writing Child's Play Chapter X. I've got the next two chapters written and am working on chapter nine as we speak. So, I've decided that I would like to do something special for Chapter X. I plan on making it a little longer, but there's something else I'm doing.
Any ideas would be extremely useful.
I may do something along the lines of accepting requests for plot or characters, or a section of the chapter written in another characters POV. PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR IDEAS AND FEEDBACK ON MY CELEBRATORY GIFT!
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