- Hurry up and catch that bastard. Do not let him escape.
A group of people who run quickly, based on the clothes they are wearing, can guarantee that they are the Navy. The long, clean white military uniform symbolizes their chastity. The characteristic hat always shows the solemnity of the people who have sworn a lifetime of loyalty to their country. Each person is equipped with a pistol to use when needed.
The slums in London from the United Kingdom have a bad morning. From the Black market, a shadow of a person bursts out like lightning. It was a small young man but an extremely attractive, half-royal eyes, half-sharp, semi-precious emeralds, and a wide shirt unbuttoned. Chasing him is a Navy team. Continuously screaming at his comrades, refusing to let him escape.
Suddenly at that moment the young man with dusty blonde hair suddenly stopped, facing the approaching Navy team.
Face to face, their atmosphere was extremely fierce, but the other guy had no fear at all. The corner of the mouth drains up into a beautiful, glamour crescent. He bent down, heading straight for it. Those guys caught a glimpse of that young man so desperately risking his life to startle, reducing some of his tempers.
"Clank"
The short pair of knives were pulled out of the sheath, shot toward the miserable man in the Navy, who had not even been able to pull out of his gun, just a glimpse of a metal light. the light across his neck, a blood spurt out bright red.
The remaining soldiers did not understand what was going on, but the heads of the remaining soldiers also collapsed one after another, leaving the body looking horrified. The men panicked and ran away from the market.
It can be said that the market now looks very chaotic. Vegetable portion, crushed clothes, shattered all due to the chase. The crowds here are usually gangsters but this time this young man made them reluctant and very scared.
He said nothing, picked up the knife covered in fresh blood, and rushed towards the large ship anchored in the harbor, despite his pure white shirt being perforated by the blood of the men he pointed to is "dirty".
That ship set sail. The masts and large sails swelled in the direction of the wind and flew as fast as an arrow in the water. The boy was still there, his small body hiding the sun, his shadow covering the sea extending all the way to the slum gate. He looks so noble.
He is a disreputable pirate
And his name is
Arthur Kirkland.