Ack! I'm so sorry guys! I haven't updated this story in forever and I didn't even write a very long chapter at all. Please don't hate me. I've had finals and other crap going on! NEEEEEE! SO I promise more sotries and better chapters, because I have a lot of time. No more school!
Antonio ran his hand down his face with a frustrated sigh. The two boys were late and his crew was almost done loading the cargo onto the ship. His first mate walked up to him with an annoyed expression. "Captain, the ship is ready to set sail, what to the others you said were supposed to come?" He growled slightly in reply.
"I have no damn idea as to where they are, but I want all of you to start raising the sails instead of lazing around, we might just have to leave without them." He closed his eyes as he tried to regains his composure. "I'll be right back." He straightened up and started toward the port house.
Lovino ran as fast as his legs would carry him, while towing his brother by the hand. He had his bag slung over his shoulder and his tool belt within it.
"Ve~ Fratello, why are we going so fast?" Feliciano asked with his eyes half closed. Lovino responded quickly and kept running as he grew closer to the docks.
"Because Feli, we are already very late! That's the third time I've told you!" He huffed, a little annoyed.
"Mi dispiace…" Feliciano apologized quietly. He continued to allow his brother to drag him along.
As Lovino came to the entrance of the harbor, he suddenly ran into someone. Since he was in a hurry, and in no mood to be messing with other people, he responded to this happening with a harsh snap. "Hey! Watch where you're going fatass!" He looked up with a glare just to find a large and burly man, who was obviously drunk, looking down upon him.
"Heh, did ya say something ya wee bam?" He chuckled with a light hiccup and an obvious British slur to his voice before glaring back at him. "Look here squirt, I've been at sea for who knows how long and I'm extremely deprived of certain necessities." Lovino gulped as his eyes widened. "You look like a fresh who could withstand quite a lot." The man leaned over the trembling Italian and picked him up by the collar of his shirt, Feliciano trembling behind him, his eyes watering with tears. "stand up lad and get a firm grip on your feet, yer gonna need it." His face was a mere inch away from Lovino's and the young boy could smell the liquor on his breath. The man trailed off with a lustful look as the sound of a familiar voice was heard behind him.
"Excuse me SIR," Before Lovino's eyes, or at least what he could make out behind blurry tears, stood the Spanish captain, a frightening look on his face. "I do believe that you are disturbing one of my crew members. If you don't mind, I would like it much if you would kindly get your large British ass out of here!" The captain's voice was now raised to a harsh yell as Lovino looked and noticed the man's striking red hair. Not wanting to deal with the Spaniard, the Brit dropped Lovino and tottled off drunkly, only making it about fifty feet before passing out in a corner. The Italian sighed in relief as his brother ran over to him.
"Ve~ Fratello, are you okay? You look a bit dazed." Lovino shook his head and brushed his hands instinctively before standing and saluting the captain before him.
"Feli, I'm fine, just pay attention please." He brought his hand up to his head with a salute. "Reporting for duty sir!" The captain chuckled slightly before replying sternly.
"First things first, don't call me sir. It sounds like you're addressing your father, aaand you don't have to salute either. I'm a pirate captain, not a British fleet major." He spun around on his heel as he walked toward the ship without a care. "Oh, and one other thing, you're late." Lovino followed with a grumble, Feli happily close behind him.
"I realize that, sorry…I overslept a little." He adjusted the strap on his shoulder as he approached the large ship. He stopped in front of the ramp and listened to the Spaniard yell out a few orders.
"Raise the sails men; our last of the crew has arrived! We're heading out!" He stepped up onto the ship and gestured for the two Italians to follow. "I'd like to catch the East wind before nightfall." Lovino took Feliciano's wrist and yanked him along the ramp just as they pulled it in. He looked at his brother and then at the coast as it started to grow smaller.
"Feli, we'll be back someday, but with a lot more money. We'll be able to buy an entire farm villa…right outside of Verona." He kept a straight face as he saw the last piece of his favorite beach disappear in the morning mist.