A/N: Bonjour mon amis! \(^u^) Alright! Fourth chappie! I love all the feedback I've been getting from you lovely readers! Thank you again Lathrain for reviewing and also thank you once more to justobsessed for reviewing as well! Sorry it took so long for me to update this. Anywho apologies for any oocness! Please be gentle with flames. Now go grab a bottle of wine or two, kiss your bf or your gf or pet or your stuffed animal or whatever it is thats special to you, grab a bottle of wine and enjoy.

Of Cupcakes And Sword Fights

Chapter four

Should I stay Or Should I Go?

*Oliver's POV*

"Take a seat on the bed over there." He said as he closed the door after us and I felt my hopes get crushed. So that's what he wants then. I'd never been used as that kind of a slave before but why else would the captain of a ship pay me any mind or kindness.

I sighed. "Aye Captain." I said as I started to lift off my shirt. "I'll be ready in a minute. You'll have to teach me...as I've done this before..."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't have to play dumb sir. I know what you want." My cheeks had turned a rosy pink and as he saw me in my old room tattered boxers he had quirked a brow in interest and I felt his eyes wandering over my body.

"Well well well." He came over and drew my face up to meet his eyes, which were starting to get a hint of lust of in them. "Does mon lappin (my rabbit) want that? Because I do aim to please after all."

Something stirred inside me and I blushed even more. Part of me wanted, for some reason to say yes to this strong, rough, purple eyed french captain. But the embarrassment of the condition my body was in won and I shook my head. "N-no."

He pulled away. "Then don't make offers you don't mean lad. First rule of my ship. Now," he handed me a change of clothes. "This is the best I can find. But we'll be making a stop in England the day after tomorrow so I'll take you to a tailors shop and you can get a couple outfits. Whatever you like, I'll get it for you."

I was still trying to make sense of all this. Why was he being so nice to me?

Weren't Pirates supposed to be ruthless and cold hearted thieves? Pulling on the first pair of clean clothes I've worn in what felt like forever was like a dream come true, I'll admit. And they felt lovely.

"Thank you sir. That's very kind of you."

He nodded and gestured to a seat in front of the one he was sitting in by his desk.

"What is it?" I asked a little nervously. "Let me see your wrists. They were cut badly by along with your ankles, were they not?'

I nodded and stuck out my wrists which he gently started to wash and clean. As he did so I couldn't help but watch with amazement at how gentle he was. Its actually kind of cute, the big, scary pirate with merciless eyes actually has a soft side he shows only to me. And for the first time in quite a while, I smiled the tiniest bit.

There was a knock at the door. "Quoi?" He yelled.

"U-uh sir, I h-have ah...the young lads orders and y-you're...usual bottle of wine..."

"Fine. Come in. Hurry up! And don't spill anything."

The door opened and a boy not that much older than me came in carrying a tray quickly. Quickly, like he'd been doing it for a while now, he set things on the tray down on a coffee table. A plate with a couple of delicious looking cupcakes, a pot of tea, a bowl of sugar, a teacup and a bottle of wine. Then he quickly made his way out.

"Thank out!" I called after him.

"Don't bother." He grumbled as he wrapped a bandage around my wrists.

I looked at him. "It's good manners to say thank you though. To show you appreciate it."

He took my ankle gently and started washing it once more.

"Why do you like that?"

"Quoi?"

"Why do you act so scary towards them? Wouldn't it be better to have them respect you for being a fair and kind Captain?"

"Non, kindness gets you nowhere but tramped on. Rule with fear, and you won't have a problem."

He bandaged the right leg and started working on the left ankle. "Then...why do I get treated differently?"

As I looked up at him I thought I saw a barely visible blush dust his cheeks. "Ah...you...you just are..."

I laughed a little. "Are you blushing?"

His cheeks got a little redder and he quickly looked away. "N-non..."

"Me doth thinks he protests too much."

"A-anyway when we reach England are you..." He seemed to sadden a little. "Are you going to want to stay there?"

I smiled and nodded. "England is my home. I have a bakery and everything."

He wrapped a bandage around my ankle. "I...see...very well...I'll escort you home when we get there then...when it comes time..."

I smiled. "Thank you captain." I went to the couch and snatched up a pink cupcake and poured myself a cup of tea.

"You can take the bed tonight. I'll sleep on the couch. I'll be up late anyway and you probably haven't gotten a decent night of sleep in forever."

He uncorked the bottle of wine and turned to his desk and set to on his maps.

As I ate I couldn't help but stare at him. It was strange...I was overjoyed to be finally getting back home. And yet...for some reason I felt sad. I shook my head. What am I thinking?! The sooner I get off this god forsaken ship and this cursed body of water the better.

With that I happily slid into the covers of the silky comfy bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.