Author's note:
I personally love this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this one. I think this chapter is definitely one of my favorites. Oh and by the way, I happened to have just gone through the entire story and edited a lot of chapters, making minor changes to grammar and spelling errors just to make the story cleaner and easier to understand. It's not a big deal and you don't have to reread the entire story, unless you want to. I just figured I should let you know.
Thank you to all my reviewers!
Zaaze, I'm curious what you mean by "accents." I didn't quite understand what you were trying to say when I read your review. If you could explain that would help me a lot! Thanks for your support!
Arthur Kirkland holds on to his trench coat in the heavy breeze and runs over to the man steering the ship.
"Sir! I'm afraid there's a boy trapped over there all alone in the ocean. You have to do something!" Arthur nervously pleads with the man.
Once the man steering the ship catches sight of whom Arthur was talking about, and realizes this is indeed an appropriate reason to head off course, he starts sailing towards the black platform.
All of the other passengers on the ship stay on board and wait as Arthur Kirkland and the man who was steering the ship rush onto the platform towards Peter Kirkland.
"Are you okay?" A frantic Arthur asks the confused boy when he comes face to face with Peter.
The ship's steerer starts speaking into a Walkie Talkie "All clear. The man's son is recovered and safe."
"Wait, hold on, son?!" Arthur snaps in irritation.
"Sir, if this boy is not your son then he is not allowed to accompany you back on this ship"
Peter's eyes turn wide after hearing this information "DADDY!" He yells and jumps onto Arthur, giving him a tight, full body bear hug.
Back on the ship
"So where are we going?!" Peter excitedly bounces in his seat next to the British man who was reading the newspaper.
Arthur lowers the newspaper and ponders his previous plans to return to England alone. "We're going to a strange country called the United States of America."
At the New Orleans prison
Arthur and Peter hurry up to the jail guard.
"Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for Alice Kirkland. I have her bail money with me. She's my coworker and I need to get the both of us back home" he explains.
"We had an Alice Kirkland just leave. She was bailed out of jail by another man. I believe they were headed to Beau Rivage casino in Biloxi, Mississippi if you are still trying to find her" the guard explains.
"Mississippi... is that like Louisiana but different?" The thick accented British man asks.
"I guess some people say that" the guard answers but that reply wasn't what Arthur was looking for.
"I mean is it one of those 'state' things?" He asks again and the look on the guard's face was very perplexed.
"Yeeeesss..." he answers slowly. Man, foreigners are just clueless nowadays.
After much pushing and shoving, the fighting gets more intense between Alfred and Amelia until they start full on wrestling. Amelia takes advantage of Alfred's tickle spot which she guessed was in the same place as hers and once he was laughing off guard she pounces on top of him and starts tying his arms behind his back with a rope from her backpack. She had her baseball bat wedged between his wrists.
"Hey that's not fair, you know I can't hit a girl... mmph" Alfred had started to whine but Amelia had pulled a bandanna out of one of the pockets of Alfred's bomber jacket and wrapped it tight around his own mouth.
Both of them have many accents which they can switch out talking with depending on different factors like location and topic of conversation.
"Y'all don't mess with Texas now" Amelia teases in a very strong country accent as she pulls Alfred's glasses off his face. She perches her little self on top of the large man who was laying sideways on the chair and puts his glasses on her own face.
"You know... now that it's not happening to me, I think you kinda rock" Alice interjects from where she was standing behind them.
"I do rock... and I roll. And I blue grass, soul, hip hop, r&b, jazz, country, heavy metal, pop, christian, rap, techno... I even boogie" Amelia smirks, craning her neck towards Alice and Alice grins back before Amelia turns back to face the front again. "Ugh, NERD. How do you see in these thi... *gasp*" Amelia's mouth opens wide as her eyes gaze through the lenses of the glasses. "There's Houston, and Waco... oh and there's... Austin looks so beautiful right now I could cry" she describes delicately. "Can I keep these?" She asks.
"SJKLDSJKLJDKL" the man she was sitting on tries to scream through the bandanna. Translation: "NOOOOO"
"Was that a sure? Thanks, Al, you're the best" Amelia teases some more and smiles big at the muffled screams that followed.
"I think you need money for that to work" Alice explains to Amelia who looked like she was finally ready to start playing the Captain America slot machine.
"Duh. You don't know how a slot machine works?" Amelia rudely responds, rolling her eyes at Alice whose face turns red with anger and also embarrassment because she isn't as familiar with casinos as Alfred and Amelia are.
"Hey, kid. Can I borrow a few bucks?" Amelia stops a random guy walking past.
The young man gasps and turns wide eyed. "Female America?" He melts. "Take all of it" the fanboy hands her a hundred dollar bill and Amelia shrugs smugly at Alice.
Alfred groans loudly through the bandanna and rolls his eyes.
Just then, "Alice!"
A man with bushy black eyebrows and a boy with the same kind of eyebrows although just a slight bit less dramatic, come rushing towards them.
"Ahh" Arthur grabs his knee caps and bends over gasping. He is out of breath.
"What are you doing here?" Alice folds her arms, still angry at him.
"Well... you know. I had to come save you and all, bring you back to the university" Arthur folds his arms as well, his face flushed from running and trying to hide the fact that he felt bad for her. "I thought about it and realized it is my responsibility to look after a crazy person like you. Because we came here together and all" Arthur finishes, angrily looking up at the ceiling while Alice glares at him.
"And who's the boy?" She asks.
Arthur leans in and whispers in her ear "I truly have no idea who this chap is, he just follows me around"
Alice rolls her eyes "Oh yeah, and I'm crazy"
Arthur starts to get angry again but then he notices Amelia sitting on top of Alfred who was tied up in a chair. "Oh. Someone tied up the obnoxious guy" he nods his head in approval. "Well done. You deserve a pound for that" he tells Amelia who then gets confused.
"A pound of what?" She asks while Alfred wriggles under her.
Arthur raises a thick eyebrow and vigorously shakes his head, equally confused at her question.
"Anyway" Alice interrupts. "I don't need any saving from you. Alfred over here came and saved us both!" She brags in his face.
"Oh... I see. Such a brave and valiant hero you have" Arthur lowers his gaze disdainfully at the large American man who was pathetically defeated in the chair.
"Sklfds, jkls!" The bandanna muffles Alfred's voice as his eyes light up. The man incapable of understanding sarcasm was trying to say "Thanks, dude!"
"Yesss... well, I can see you're in no need of my assistance after all" he takes Peter Kirkland's arm and tries to walk away but Alice dashes after him. "No no no please don't leave me alone with these Americans!" She desperately whisper screeches, hoping Arthur would hear but not Alfred and Amelia.
Arthur Kirkland grins widely. He loves being right.
The two look back over to Alfred and Amelia still at the slot machine.
"Fsklds dsjkl!" Alfred tries to yell through the bandanna and squirms wildly. Translation: "My turn!"
"Quit yer whining" Amelia shoves her boot into his face, which just makes him whine some more.
"Come sit down with me, please. As long as your boss won't mind" Francoise Bonnefoy invites Francis to sit down with her after he delivers her Chardonnay.
Francis obediently sits on the opposite side of her.
"I didn't mean it lightly when I said you look like a model" she tells him and then checks her surroundings before leaning in close to him. "You know, my adoptive father owns CHANEL" she tells him and Francis' expression turns very impressed. "He's meeting with Dolce and Gabbana soon. They're scouting for male models if you're interested" she finishes.
Francis lights up. "Oui, mademoiselle, I am very interested! Although, I've never heard of 'Dolce and Gabbana' before. What a strange name"
"I know, it sounds weird, doesn't it? But they're a very beautiful brand, just like CHANEL" she sighs and puts her hand on her heart, remembering their products and professional modeling shots "Just trust me"
"I certainly trust an exquisite beauty such as yourself" Francis compliments her. "Where will they be scouting?" He asks.
"He said Italy" she answers him.
"Italy? Where is that? I've never heard of it before" Francis cocks a beautiful eyebrow.
"Me neither but that's why I'm so excited to go with him. I love to travel. And I think 'Italy' is such a gorgeous name, it can't be a bad place" Francoise dreamily explains.
"Well, I'd love to come with you and your adoptive father. I've always wanted to model" the very handsome man happily announces.
"Bon! I am so excited, monsieur!" Francoise takes the appropriate amount of euros out of her purse and places them on the table. She takes out a slip of thick paper with the CHANEL logo that was made to test perfume on. She scribbles her phone number onto the perfume tester strip and places it on top of the euros before blowing Francis a kiss goodbye and leaving the cafe.
A very handsome man lives in Spain, and I'm not talking about Enrique Iglesias. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo spends his days laying around on the streets all over Spain, playing his guitar and singing to the passers by. He is accompanied only by a small puppy who he calls "Chiquito" which means tiny. This puppy is very tiny and very cute.
Antonio stops singing mid verse and lays his guitar on his tummy, resting his head on the cement. "Ahh I am so bored, chiquito"
The tiny puppy hops onto the guitar and pants down at him.
"It is hot and I am bored" the man with a thick Spanish accent starts to pet the small animal on its cute little head.
"I love being lazy but I realize now that it does not buy you adventure" Antonio sighs deeply and moves his beautiful green eyes to survey the restaurant signs around him. He stands up, saddles his guitar on the side of him and walks into a winery with his puppy following close behind.