Thanks to Blaze_toucan for proof reading!

Thank you A True Shipper for reviewing! c: I love pirates settings too, which is one of the many reasons I wrote it like this! heh

Yelling from behind him startled him out of his musings – Gilbert or Ludwig must have spotted the wreck and alerted the others. Looking around, Alfred spotted Antonio on deck and ran up to him. The captain already knew what his first-mate was going to say and immediately cut him off. "No" he said, crossing his arms.

Alfred let out an almost whimper. "Why? Someone is out there!" he exclaimed.

"Alfred. I-" Antonio started, but cut himself off. He seemed to think for a moment before speaking again. "You know how I would love to help, Alfred, but there are sirens out there! That's the whole reason most of the crew is hiding in the ship!"

Alfred snorted. "You can hear that the sirens aren't calling us. Antonio we have to help! The dude doesn't deserve to die!" The captain sighed, rubbing one of his temples with a jewelled hand. "Are you positive you want to do this?"

Alfred nodded.

"You sure that you want to go to an uncharted island where sirens are potentially nesting?"

Alfred nodded again.

Antonio sighed in defeat. "…Fine. But if you go, then you have to bring Gilbert. Are you still sure?"

Alfred nodded, grinning.

A distant voice rang – "I am NOT going to that fucking death island with dork boy!"

Antonio smiled slightly, before looking at Alfred with a serious look. "Make sure to bring a bright lantern. Apparently Sirens don't like bright light" he said. "Though, I can't say for sure that it will actually work. It's just the whisperings of other pirates." Alfred nodded, turning his head as they were approached by the Albino.

"Do I get a choice? 'Cause I really don't want to go?" he grumbled. Alfred shook his head. "Nope! But don't worry! We'll be super quick!" he reassured.

Gilbert snorted, shaking his head. "Guess we better go then." He murmured with apprehension.

The rowing boat travelled silently in the night, the gentle glow of the lantern creating a lone firefly lost in a haunted forest. The two pirates were as quiet as the waves, Gilbert rowing and Alfred keeping an eye on the tousling waves, his lantern skimming the surface of the water. The old, worn pirate ship loomed behind, almost as if she were keeping an eye on the tiny rowing boat as it swam to the island. The anchor was lowered into the depths of the gloomy ocean to stop her from swimming away.

"How far?" Gilbert asked, pausing to catch his breath. Alfred shrugged, waving his lantern towards the Albino.

"Five minutes, probably less. Antonio made us row super far, he could of taken us closer" he said, giving a half glare at the ship.

Gilbert grumbled under his breath, something along the lines of "making me row, asshat"

The small boat rowed on a little longer before they once again stopped, but this time, they both got out and moored it to the stump of a once great rock. The two pirates peeped round the corner of the stump, glancing at the wreck. Most of the fire was gone and only a little was left to illuminate a small part of the figure. "Still there" Alfred whispered, glancing at Gilbert. He nodded in response, before frowning and smacking a hand quietly against his mouth. Alfred took that as a clear 'stay quiet, dipshit.'

The two crept forward, trying to stay quiet with the crunching sand beneath their feet. Nothing seemed to be around, and Gilbert mumbled "fire must of scared em' off. Turn the lantern on".

Alfred nodded, turning the small light on. "Do we call out or…?" he asked, quietly. Gilbert shrugged, and they walked a few steps further before Alfred called out gently. "Um – excuse me sir?" There was no response; the man seemed to be frozen into a statue.

"Nothing. Let's get closer" Gilbert reluctantly replied as they edged closer.

They were nearing the wreck now, and although only a small flame was left he could feel the deep bath of heat from the charcoal that was left over. "Please say they are actually alive" Alfred whispered. Antonio would probably kick him off the ship if they went out to an island for nothing, which was understandable even though Alfred would not like it to happen. The man was now clear to see – he had dirty blond hair and deep green eyes that brought the smell of mint leaves to mind. Alfred was pretty sure shadows from the fire were messing up his face, but it looked like he had humongous eyebrows.

When the two pirates got a few meters away, they stopped. The man hadn't responded to them approaching, and was staring hard at the wreck. "Dude, you alive?" Alfred asked. He didn't reply. Alfred took a few steps closer, reaching out a hand. "Hello?" Alfred called out. Still no response. Alfred's hand touched the man's shoulder. It was an instant reaction, like it was a snap back to reality for him. He looked Alfred, at first with confusion which soon turned into surprise. He jumped up, a bit wobbly on this feet, but almost looked perfectly healthy. "He lives!" Gilbert said, almost singing the words. "Now, can we PLEASE get the hell off of this island?" Alfred continued to look at the man, ignoring Gilbert.

"So. Um, what's your name? I'm Alfred" Alfred said, holding out a hand. The man looked at Alfred for a second, hesitating, before shaking his hand.

"I'm Arthur…" he said, slowly.

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