Lovino's POV
That weird merchant ran off with out telling Lovino anything that could distinguish his ship from the rest.(not that Lovino couldn't tell one ship from another.) But the name of it sounded vaguely familiar... It was obvious from the captain's accent that it wasn't an Italian-made ship.
'What kind of merchant was this guy anyway?' Lovino thought as he carried the crate down to the docks. 'Picking up a pathetic crate that only had enough tomatoes for one person...' Lovino mused in his head. Then it hit him. 'He's not a merchant, he's a thief!' Lovino wouldn't have it. but he knew better than to just avoid going to the docks(though it might've saved him*SPOILER*). He decided to face the thief head-on. to teach him that you don't mess around with a prince's favorite fruit. Running the rest of the way to the docks, finding the ship with ease. He boarded the ship, placing the tomatoes down so he could prepare his trap to catch the tomato thief. He looked around, seeing what he could use to capture him. Lovino's thought moved back to his father. He would be so happy to hear the Lovino had caught a ship-full of thieves. 'He would have to let me travel then!' Lovino thought excitedly.
Antonio's POV
"I thought I told you swine to behave yourselves! Antonio shouted at his crew, who were so wasted, that they were little better than drunken pigs.
"Sorry Captain," A crew member hiccuped(his name doesn't matter). "But that horny barmaid was begging for us to show her our guns. Isn't that right guys!" He called out happily to the rest of the drunken idiots, who all heartily agreed.
Antonio, who's eyes had been darkening with every word the man had said, finally lost his temper and shot him right between the eyes without any hesitation.
"You IDIOTS! Now we'll all be remembered in this town! Didn't any of you once think of THAT?!" Antonio looked at the faces of his crew. All of whom were staring at him in fear of being killed, and for good reason, because when Antonio lost either his patience or his temper, people had a tendency to lose their lives.
"..N-no C-captain... W-we didn't..." One of them was brave enough to whisper. Antonio's head snapped in his direction, and all the men standing around the one that spoke shrank back for fear of their captains wrath hitting them(which was stupid, because Antonio had impeccable aim.)
"Then next time..." Antonio said menacingly as he walked up to the man, "I highly suggest that the rest of you do." And with that, Antonio shot the man in the middle of his forehead. The rest of the crew just stared, dumbfounded at the sight. the barmaid that Antonio had been nice to, now was screaming in horror.
"¿Va a cerrar la boca estúpida muchacha!(Will you shut your mount you stupid wench!)" Antonio shouted at her, shutting her up.
"Well men?" Antonio addressed them in irritation, "Are you going to get your useless asses back to the ship, or am I going to have to look for a new crew?" he didn't bother to wait for a reply. He just started walking back in the direction of the docks.
"Antonio! Vait up!" Gilbert called, running after his friend. "Don't you zink zat you were a little TOO hard on ze rest ov ze crew?" he asked, careful to avoid angering him any more than he already was.
"No. I ordered them before I left NOT to do anything that would ruin our stay here. They're lucky that I didn't shoot all of them Gil." Antonio said seethingly. Gilbert stopped walking for a moment, but caught up easily. they continued the rest of the way to the docks in silence.
Lovino's POV
Lovino looked around, bewildered that his courage had brought him to a thieves ship. He explored all the rooms, saving the captains for last. when he went in, the first thing he saw was an enormous decorative battle ax, with gold and encrested jewels. It was the most perfect and ironic weapon to use. As he moved to remove it from the wall, a pistol shot just inches away form him. He froze, and turned around slowly to face the shooter.
"¿Qué crees que estás haciendo chico?(What do you think you're doing boy?)" The thief from before asked. His green eyes seemed red in his anger, and for a moment, the young prince actually felt afraid.
"Arresting you, you filthy thief!" Lovino shouted, keeping the surprise that his voice was completely calm to himself.
Antonio's POV
"Arrest... HA!" Antonio laughed. Who did this kid think he was? The King? He took out his dagger (because pistols back before the 19th century used gun powder that took a few minutes to reload.)
"Just who do you think you are BOY?" He sneered.
"I am Prince Lovino Vargas." The boy -no- PRINCE said with dignity. Antonio froze to process this new information for a moment.
'Prince? Is this kid SERIOUS?'
"Oh really?" Antonio leered(sorry for the rhyming adjectives!) He was starting to develop the most brilliant plan. He just needed to sting this boy along for a little longer.
"Well then my prince, if you are who you say you are, why were you crying in the tomato fields where I first found you?" It wasn't entirely a stupid question, Antonio really WAS curious about it, and now it would be his gain to ask it. The prince froze at the question, as if he was just realizing that Antonio had seen him at his weakest.
"That's none of your goddamn fucking business you fucking thief bastard!" The prince shouted, seeming scared for the first time now. Antonio was starting to feel more than just a little annoyed at the petty accusation of being a thief.
"I am not a thief you irritating boy! I am a Pirate Captain!" Antonio growled, and at last, he saw true fear in the boy's eyes.
"El Muetre de Angeles...(The Death of Angels...)" He whispered.
"Cierto.(Correct.) I am the Infamous Antonio Fernando Carriedo, Pirate Captain." He glowed with pride. Enjoying he terror that the young prince gave off.
"A-all the better for me." He stammered.
"I'll enjoy watching you hang from the gallows." Antonio refused to react. this kid didn't comprehend the situation he was in. It was just a matter of moments...
"Captain!" Gilbert shouted, bursting in without knocking(distracting Lovino in a way that made him think of his fratello.) "Vat iz our course?" Antonio takes the opportunity now that the young prince is distracted, to quickly over take him and knock him unconscious.
"First order of business is to take our royal amigo here, straight to the brig. Entender?(Understand?)" He tossed the limp body of the boy to his first mate.
"Ja captain." Gilbert said, throwing the boy over his shoulder.
"Zen vat?" He asked.
"Then I'll need to borrow your pet for a little while. I need to send a message."
YES! This chapter is COMPLETE!*jumping up and down* Unfortunately, I lost the paper copy to evil, Devil, twin brother and his closet of doom. So everything from here on out is impromptu.
(reminder that I AM re-posting,so yes this did happen when i originally posted this, but I never found it. Fortunately, I remembered that I saved it to my flash...;-p)