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Streams of sunlight streamed in through the small window creating a small pool of light in the center of the cell. The night had been restless, but just before dawn the gentle rocking of the ship had coaxed Arthur into a light sleep. However, as the sun started to rise the muffled yelling of pirates gradually increased in volume, rousing Arthur from his sleep with a groan.

He stared into space for a moment, recalling the events of last night before glancing at his shoe. He quietly nudged it off and shook it. A light clank sounded as a key fell out; a few bread crumbs following its descent to the floor. He picked it up, eyeing it sceptically before wiping it off on his trousers and taking the few short steps to his cell door. Holding his breath and hoping the Italian man from before hadn't tricked him; he inserted the key into the lock and turned it slowly. When a soft click sounded shortly after and the door swung open a few inches, Arthur smirked in triumph and slowly shut the door again, locking it in the process. It almost seemed wrong to remain imprisoned when his freedom was within his reach, but he needed to wait for the right time or risk being discovered.

It was a beautiful morning with barely a cloud in sight, putting the whole crew in a good mood and so as land gradually came into sight along the horizon, Alfred was practically vibrating with excitement. They would be spending a week on land – A few days cleaning the ship and doing repairs, then a few days to stock up on supplies and essentials. Everyone on the ship was rejoicing at the idea of a warm inn and clean clothes, the likes of which hadn't been experienced for weeks due to their long voyage. Antonio was also on the lookout for a new chef. Feliciano was their current chef and while he was brilliant at the job, he was struggling to cater for their growing crew.

The boat was humming. Everyone was running about, checking what needed replacing and repairing, running the ship and packing their bags as the shore gradually crept up on them.

Alfred was currently in his room packing a small bag for the inn. They couldn't stay on the boat due to the cleaning and the cleansing that was going to occur - Antonio was hiring a warlock to enchant the ship. Magic was rare, so it would be expensive, but their wards were already over a year old and running thin. They kept away beasts like kelpies and Selkies.

Alfred leaned back, satisfied with the small bag that he had prepared. He swung it over his shoulder, trotting up to the deck. Antonio and Gilbert were chatting animatedly on the quarter deck, watching the island they were to dock at as they sailed closer. At the sight of his first mate, the captain turned to Alfred. "Alfred! Buenos días!" He yelled, giving a small wave. The sun had just risen fully over the horizon, and was casting a yellow-y glow over his face.
Alfred jogged over, waving back. "Good mornin' to you to!" he smiled back. "Ready for docking?"
"Si, of course! Gilbert and I have been prepared since last night." He replied with an easy grin, which soon fell. ''Have you checked on the prisoner? Someone, decided to ditch his duty" he said, throwing an angry glare at the Albino, but the anger was quickly dissolved in the excitement. "Nevermind. It's not like he can escape anyway"

It was around midday when the boat docked onto the small town that buzzed with pirates. After the anchor lowered and the boat fully stopped, Alfred practically flew off of the boat and onto the land. "Calm down. We need to book an inn before we do anything else" Antonio said, appearing behind Alfred from the ship. "We also need someone to guard the ship."

"I'll do it!" A voice yelled down from the ship. Gilbert was leaning over the railings. Antonio acknowledged this in the form of a thumbs-up.

"You trust him?" Alfred questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Antonio shook his head. "No, but no one else would willingly volunteer."

They arrived at the inn about 10 minutes later. Feliciano had joined them along the way, the rest of the crew exploring the two. The brunet was quickly distracted by the kitchen, wandering in to make conversation with the chefs. The inn was fairly quiet, aside a few customers quickly chatting in the corner. There was a blond haired man by the bar, making a round of drinks.

Antonio, followed by Alfred, wandered over. "Is it ok if we rent a few rooms for a week?" he asked, grabbing his purse which was tied to his belt. The barman looked up at them with a smile, nodding. "Oui monsieur! Je m'appelle Francis! Et toi?" He said holding out a hand.

Antonio shook Francis's hand, and with a concentrated face replied "Je m'appelle…. Antonio?" he waved a hand at Alfred, struggling to find the words to introduce him. "Alfred."

Francis looked between the two, then grinned, this time replying in English. "Ah, pirates! I presume you are not accustomed to the local language, no?" he asked. The pirates shook their heads. "C'est bon! That is fine! How many rooms? We have three spare"

"We can take all three. How much for a week?" he asked, opening his sack of coins. "I have 20 gold, if it's enough?"

Francis thought for a moment, before holding out a hand. "It will do, if you don't wreck the place and clean up after yourselves" he smiled. "Breakfast and dinner comes free with the rooms. You can buy lunch or visit a stall in the market."

The mention of food lit up Alfred face, and he grinned. "Thank you!" he said. "We can find our own way to our rooms if you give us a key."

Francis nodded, digging his hand into his apron pocket and producing three keys. "They have the door numbers on. Make sure you don't lose any, or I'll have to charge you extra. We lost the spares."

Antonio and Alfred were just making their way out of the inn when Gilbert came rushing up to them. He stopped to catch his breath, bending over and resting his hands on his knees. He was drenched in water and a small puddle was forming at his feet as it dripped off.

"You ok dude?" Alfred asked, a concerned-but-curious look on his face. Gilbert shook his head, standing up straight.

"That fucking prisoner!" he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. The captain and his first mate exchanged a confused glance, before looking back at the Albino.

"He pushed me off of the boat!" Gilbert yelled, putting a hand on his hip, the other hand flicking some water off of his face that had trailed down from his hair.

Antonio frowned, saying "So he got away?"

Gilbert nodded. "Must've picked the lock, caught me off-guard. I thought I saw a flying fish!"

The captain opened his mouth and then closed it again, looking at the floor with a deep sigh. "Gilbert…"

You can probably tell that I rushed to type this U3U I may have to put this onto a short haitus, just whilst exams are on. So about, 6 weeks? Thats short right? I will try and write during my spare days but I have a ton of revision and around 20 tests left before I have weeks free again. There may be another chapter popping up in two weeks because I have a week spare, but that might be it until summer officially starts U3U

I also noticed a few ways to improve my writing, mostly linking scenes properly and making scenes longer, I seem to have a thing for switching places a lot. So, perhaps in the next chapter I will have more control over my paragraphs?

Anyway, thanks for reading! Big smooches for you all! :3