Lovino's POV
Shit... SHIT! What the fuck did I just do?! this damn bastard's looking at me, and his eyes look like poison. I called my captor a moron. I really need to watch what I say so I don't end up dead. The Albino creep is trying his best to restrain him from killing me.
Lovino just stared in horror as the red-eyed albino restrained Antonio with all of his strength. gritting his teeth as the lunatic captain surged against his first mate. the rest of the crew stared dumbfounded, but only Lovino had the unfortunate luck of being chained to a bed when the ship pitched violently to the port (left) side. The entire crew fall to one side, the captain and albino included. the gun goes off again, and a scream of pain seems to snap the captain out of his psychotic episode. he drops the pistol, to see the albino holding his left shoulder in pain. a dark red stain forming where the blood came gushing out.
"Jesus FUCK! Hai perso la tua mente, cazzo?(have you lost your fucking mind?!)" I scream, never having saw anyone ever really bleed like that before.
"Gilbert? Gilbert, I am SO sorry. Lo siento, lo siento..." The bastard falls to his knees, and I see the heart of a good man in his eyes as the albino bleeds, and grits his teeth in pain.
Antonio's POV
A cry of pain stops the red haze behind my eyes. I look down to see mi mejor amigo(my best friend) on his knees in front of me, gripping a bleeding hole in his shoulder, I start to panic.
"Jesus FUCK! Hai perso la tua mente, cazzo?(Have you lost your mind, shit?!)" the Prince shouts, and to see his face, one could easily see it was the first time he'd ever seen such a serious injury.
"Gilbert? Gilbert, I am SO sorry. Lo siento, lo siento..." I say, falling to my own knees. he doesn't cry, but I can see it in his eyes that the pain is very intense. All that is running through my head is what supplies we have on the ship, but given the storm that my pride has put us in, it might be all washed away. In a panic, I think of the ransom note I sent to the island. I could demand medical supplies in exchange for the prince. another wave hits us, and we fall back on the bed. the prince looks sick at the sight of the blood, or it could just be seasickness, but I don't care as long as he doesn't puke in the wound.
"Dammit, we need to get out of this storm!" I curse my luck.
"No merda bastardo. Ora, perché hai deciso di navigare in esso, in primo luogo cazzo di idiota?(No shit bastard. Now WHY did you decide to sail into it in the first fucking place moron?)" The prince says weakly, and if it weren't for my best friend bleeding, I would've strangled the little brat.
"Why I did it is none of your concern. What SHOULD concern you is that if he dies, there'll be no one left to protect you from my wrath." I snarl at the boy, thinking of all the ways I could take out my own pain on him. He eyes glaze for a minute and he closes them. When he opens them again, they show no fear.
"Let me take him back to Italy. I'll see to it that he is saved." The boy's words surprise us both, for as soon as they're out of his mouth, he blinks.
"W-what?" I finally manage after a full minute of silence.
"Let me go and I'll take him with me and make sure he's taken care of properly." The boy pleaded, and I could tell from the look in his eyes, he wasn't lying.
"How will you get him back here?" I ask.
"M..Mi fratello is leaving for Germany in a months time, I'll persuade him to take your friend along." The boy looked away at the mention of his brother, as if afraid I would try to kidnap him as well. But if he could do this for Gilbert, I would be their eternal servant.
"... Okay. But only if you swear to return him safely." I point the gun between his eyes, but he does not show any signs of fear, only honesty.
"I swear." I nod, then risk heading up on deck, and to my bewilderment, the storm has completely vanished.
Lovino's POV
'What the fuck have I done? Not only did I just promise the impossible, but I just exposed mi fratello to this pirate bastardo. I'm suck a fucking idiot.' Lovino silently cursed himself. He looked at the bleeding albino. He owed this man his life. He couldn't just let him die, he had to try to save him. The man's wounds were still bleeding badly, but one of the other men had tried to stop it. He was deathly pale, and eyes were far away from the ship. I felt his weight shift off of me, but the horror of his wound prevented my memory from registering who moved him.
SORRY SORRY SORRY. No matter how many times I look at chapters 7&8, I cant think of anything else to write. If ANYONE has any suggestions, PM me and I will give you credit for your ideas.