Antonio's POV

He's adorable when he blushes like that. I think to myself as Gilbert re-chains him to my bed. I do the head count myself, and find only one person missing. If what the Prince said is true, then the man we're missing is long gone. I don't have a choice but to accept that its my fault that he died, it was my idea to punish my crew by risking this storm. We'll be lucky if we make it till morning.

"Vell?" Gilbert asks when he sees I'm done.

"We lost Amir." I say quietly. Gilbert merely nods and sits next to me.

"Vhat are ve going to do vith our königlichen Freund(royal friend)?" He asks, looking at the nervous looking prince.

"No sé(I don't know). But he won't be around by the time we get to Spain." I promise.
The ship rocks uncontrollably. If we hadn't put those metal poles into the wheel, who knows if we'd even still be alive right now.

Lovino's POV

'Did God REALLY answer my prayer?' I can't get the thought out of my head.
'God's NEVER answered me before..' I'd even given up on praying. This is the first time I've prayed since I was a boy. Don't get me wrong, I'm a strong believer of what the bible teaches, but I believe that God has stopped listening to me. If he ever even was to begin with.

I try to loosen the chain from the bed, but with no luck. 'That Gilbert guy must be an expert at doing this, chaining people to beds...'

'Wait. if he knew where the hook was to chain me here... then there must've been others in my same position. But then... Whose bed IS this?'

The ship rocks violently, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"What kinda moron risks sailing in a mess like this?" I say without realizing.

"Excuse me?" I hear. I turn as best I can to the voice, only to my dismay to find the captain looking pissed off right back at me.

"Great, what is it you want now?" I roll my eyes in irritation at him, hoping he'll take the hint and worry about his crew somewhere else. But his eyes are darker than before, and his hands are shaking.

"WHO were you just calling a moron?" His voice is a deadly venomous whisper. His fingers are inching towards his pistol.

"Um... who's fault is it that we're in the middle of this raging, cluster-fuck of a storm?!" I demand after only a moment's hesitation.

"Why you little..." He grabs the pistol, and aims it at my head. I flinch as the cold metal touches my skin.

"Nein Antonio! Tun Sie es nicht! Wir brauchen ihn!(No Antonio! Don't do it! We need him!)" Gilbert pulls his arms, so that the gun is raised up over his head

BANG!

... Nobody moves. Everyone freezes and stares at his now-smoking gun.

"Wha... What did you do? ..." I say in shock. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SHOOT AT ME?!" I demand,shouting over the storm.

"What do you mean, 'why did I shoot at you'? You had it coming! You spoiled palace rat! How DARE you question ME! I am the one who holds your miserable life in the palm of my hand!" Antonio shouted, the whites of his eyes turning red in rage.

"I'm chained to a bed dammit! If you're THIS unstable, then I am honestly shocked that your crew hasn't turned against you. Unless they're waiting for the right time..."

HE socks me in the gut, making me see nothing more.

Antonio's POV

I'm seething with rage. How DARE he call me a moron. ME! If Gilbert hadn't reminded me that he's a pawn, I would've shot his brains right out of his head!That stupid little brat!

SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY! Shit I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucking SORRY!