Antonio's POV

To the King of Italy;

Hello, I am the Infamous Captain of El Muerta de Angeles.

It brings me great pleasure to inform you that your Prince, Lovino, has become hostage to my crew.

I will not allow any of my men to bring him harm, as long as YOU comply.

I will be in touch, but I will dissapear if you try to contact me.

He will be returned when, and ONLY when each and every one of my demands are met.

yours truly,

The Infamous Captain.

I look over the letter. Its short and to the point, but accurate. I tie it quickly to gilbird's leg, and send him in the direction to the island we were just stopped at. I honestly cannot wait for his response. Leaving my quarters, I decide to check on my new 'guest', figuring that he should be awake by now. I hadn't hit him THAT hard, but then again... he wasn't expecting me to get the jump on him like that.
Once in the brig, I see that he is indeed, awake.

"Hola, my good prince." I say warmly, "And just how are we feeling this evening?" His eyes widen slightly upon realizing that he slept through at least an entire day.

"I command you to take me back." He says darkly.

"Oh? I hadn't realized that we'd ever broken up to begin with." I tease, and his face turns red.

"Vaffanculo! È stupido bastardo!(Fuck off! You stupid bastard!)" He screams. I cant help but laugh.

"Stupid boy! As we speak, we move farther and farther away from your precious palace!" I grin darkly. His face drains of its olive-like tone and color, leaving a powder/paste ghost behind. Raw emotion crosses his face for the briefest instant, but its enough for me to catch. Its fear. Undiluted fear. But of what I cannot tell, all I know is, its not of me. Whatever he's afraid of... its back on that island.

"Release me at once." He commands venomously, in a whisper.

"Why should I?" I answer in irritation. This boy is grinding dangerously on my nerves.

"BECAUSE I AM A PRINCE DAMMIT!" He explodes
"May God rot your soul in the ninth ring of hell!"

'Oh shit, he's a catholic.' I think fleetingly.
"So? You are not my sovereign, I don't answer to you." I answer with boredom and a shrug. he stares at me in horror, unable to accept this new reality that he is no longer pampered in a palace, rather, he is my prisoner.
"I'll leave you to your thoughts then, My Prince." I sneer the last words as I leave the brig, making sure to close the door tightly behind me.

Lovino's POV

'Damn him.' I think bitterly, shaking in an attempt to avoid shedding any tears.
'Damn him and his whole fucking crew to the fiery pits of hell.' An image of Feliciano crosses my mind. His smiling face as Father says that he may travel throughout Europe. My father, the look of hurt of his face as I insulted him for the last time.. I'll never be able to tell them I love them. I'll never see them again. The ship rocks the ship gently, in the motion not unlike the rocking of a cradle. Its lull is sleep inducing, but I fight it. Sleep will not ease my mind about my own stupidity. I should have made him hunt for me near the palace. I would've been captured in the process, but Father would've forgiven me if I had trapped this loathsome pirate as well. I can already imagine his face when I never come home. 'Will he hate me? Will he think I'm dead? What about fratello? Will he think I abandoned him? That I ran off and left him all alone? Feliciano is completely helpless without me. He's too trusting, anyone could just take advantage of him like nothing. But then, who am I to talk? Look at the mess I've landed myself in this time.' I think of everything that has happened since the day before I landed myself on this ship. It was mine and Feliciano's seventeenth birthday. Our coming of age party was that night. Everyone got so drunk, that it was a miracle that anyone made it to their own rooms. The ship rock again, more violently this time. I haven't spent more than a week on a ship in my entire life, but even I know that we're approaching a storm. And a big one too. I look for something to brace myself, but its hard to do in this pitch blackness. I hear rats scurrying across the floor, moving away from me. I can only hope that this part of whatever room I'm in doesn't flood enough to kill me. And as much as I would love to see the damn bastard fucker die, I hope this storm doesn't kill him. I want the pleasure of doing that myself.

Antonio's POV

'Shit.' that single word is the only thing in my head as I see the massive storm coming directly at us from off the coast. If we try to turn back, we'll all be killed, but it might be the better option than facing this storm. And my crew has yet to make their way back to my good side. the ones that survived the brunt of my rage that is.

"Antonio. We need our heading." Gilbert says from the helm. I look between him, the storm, and the coast, and back.

"Mi amigo, don't hate me. but that storm, is my punishment for the crew." I say, helping to tie him down.

"I figured az much." He said. "So who's the vhelp? A new toy ov yours?"

"No, I can't touch this one." I answered.

"Vhy not? Religion?"

"No, well... Yeah, that too. But he's the prince of Italy. Where we were just docked at." I say, thinking of the prince. How, when we first met, I thought he was adorable.

"...Shit. Vhy did you take him zen? Once ze king finds out, he'll hang all ov us." Gilbert said, looking pensive. It's rare when he looks like this. So I know he's seriously worried about it.

"Don't worry mi amigo." I say comfortingly, "I sent a ransom note. When it's time to hand him over, we'll send him in a dingy. We'll be gone before he knows what direction we left in." I take the wheel so he can tie me down as well.
"Besides, thanks to you and your brother, we never have to worry about that." I remind him.

"Leave mein awezome brudder out ov zis." He grumbles just loud enough for me to hear. I role my eyes in exaggeration

"Just steer this ship so we don't drown." I say mock teasingly.

"Ja, ja." He waves me away. The rope he gave me is long enough to reach my cabin, so the only thing I have to worry about now is getting there without getting flung about too wildly by the waves. Looking over the edge, I see towering waves that could capsize us in the distance. Even though I said facing this storm was their punishment, I'm seriously reconsidering putting my life in danger just to teach them a lesson. But I know changing course won't do us any good, not now at any rate.

"Hey Gilbert?" I call out.

"Ja? Vhat iz it now Antonio?" He responds, not looking at the waves I am.

"I know I said I wanted to punish them, but could you try to avoid THOSE. I don't want a burial at sea."

He turns to look at me, and sees the colossal tidal waves over my shoulder.

"Ja. I'm vith you mein freund(my friend)." He says, and then the first colossal one hits us.

Lovino's POV

That fucking pirate bastard's gonna fucking DIE. The water is rising steadily now. Most of the rats have already drowned. I'm next if I can't escape this hell soon.

"Hey! Let Me Outta Here!" I cry out, banging on the planks that serve as my ceiling. No one comes to tell me to shut up. It must be a pretty bad storm. I feel a wave pass over us. Because the swell from it makes the water in the room rise an unexpected eight inches or so.
"HEY! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME UP THERE?! FUCKING BASTARDS! Let me OUT!" I pound and kick and scream until I can't feel my feet, my hands are red, and my throat is raw. It dawns on me that they just might leave me in here to die. Hope begins to fade, and fear takes its place. I think of my brother and father again. They'll never know I died at sea as a prisoner or infamous pirates. I'll never get to tell them he loves them, or even say goodbye. Who'll look after Feli now? Who's the unlucky soul who'll be on the receiving end of Father's wrath? I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them, curling myself into a ball. The water has started to reach the only dry spot I'd managed to find. With another big wave, I'll be sitting in water only God knows how deep. I start to pray, not really caring if God hears me or not, he's never listened before and I stopped worshiping him a long time ago.
'God..? ..I feel kinda stupid here... but if you ARE there... please, spare me. Spare this ship and all its Hell-bound Captain and crew. For I'm sure they were good people once. Even that fucking Bastard... Amen.' I cross myself, just in time for one of the pirates to barge in and grab the shackles on my wrists.

"Come on you lazy bilge rat! Or do you want to die in here?" He demands, and for a moment, I'm stunned into silence.
'Did God really just answer my pathetic prayer?' I think, before the man stumbles like a drunk back upstairs.

"Hey, wait! I'm coming too!" I bolt through the freezing water after him, being thrown to the side as the ship nearly capsizes. The man who let me out is running to a door. Its a safe bet that the room is secured by something. I follow him in the same drunken manner. A wave comes over the side, blinding me with white foam. I cough and sputter, trying to clear the salt water from my lungs. I'm still sputtering when I feel the hand grab me and drag me into the room. But I still hear their voices.

"Damn! Ve lost him!" One of them cries out. I don't dare to look at my captors just yet, they might decide to toss me back out into the storm.

"Nonsense, he's right here. everyone's here and accounted for." I hear that bastard reply, and rage boils in me.

"Fucking BASTARD! I've got no fucking clue who you think I am, but if you think I'm the guy that got washed away right before you pulled me in here, think again!" I take a swing at him, only to have him grab my bound wrists and pin me painfully to the floor.

"So you weren't drowned after all. My Prince." The bastard just LOVES using sarcasm on me. I ignore him, and fight to sit up from this painful position he's got me in.

"Let me up bastardo! I cry desperately.

"No," He teases. "Say the magic word."

"NOW!" I command, reverting to my normal impatient self.

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of 'please'." He grins to the point where he could eat shit.

"ONE reason why I should!" I move to kick him, but he easily catches it and lifts it to his shoulder, moving just so, so that he is practically on top of me.

"Because I can make this very painful for you if you don't." His eyes darken, his voice turns to steel, and his nails dig into the flesh of my arm. I let out a wanton cry of desperation before I even realize it.

"P..please.. Let me go..." I sound breathless to myself, but I can't figure out why.

"Um.. Captain? You ARE avare zat everyone iz vatching you right?" Says a pirate with silver hair and red hearing his words, I suddenly realize how we must look to whoever else is in the room. I feel the heat rise into my face very quickly. But the bastard merely chuckles as he takes his time to let go of me.

"Gilbert, do another head count. I want to know EXACTLY who is still about this ship." He commands the silver haired one.

"Ja, Captain. But vhat do ve do vith him?" He gives a nod in my direction, and I blush out of indignence.

"Hmm... Attach his shackles to the bed. we want our Prince to be comfortable." He jeers, and I'm forced to swallow a lump of panic from my throat.

I just realized that when I have Gilbert say "we" it sounds like Feliciano's "ve~~~"