More France time, but not as bad as the other chapter. Our pirate will be showing up too. Please Read and review.
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Alfred's Journal, Wednesday 22nd.
Ok, not only is our Navy captain obviously the biggest pervert in the world but he's also the most pushy. He keeps trying to talk to Matt and I when we're trying to keep the ship running smoothly, this is our first time on a ship we kind of need to concentrate, especially since we haven't gotten our "sea legs" as they like to put it. The boat is big so it doesn't sway too much but there is that slight off balance that catches us off guard when we're in a hurry. There's so much grunt work to do around here it's impossible and sense there's new guys the men who usually helped out just sat and watched. Still, it's fun talking and hanging out with the guys, singing songs just to hear something other then the roaring sea beneath us. Matt's shy as usual but I think if he just opened up more he would be able to make a ton of friends, at least so if I'm going off doing something he wont be lonely without me. Oh look, perverted Captain is calling me, again! I'll be back!
I'm back, it's nearly sunset and I need to finish up my journal, we don't have candles where we sleep, well we do... but they're only used in emergency. When it's night all you can do is either take a night shift or go to sleep, which is fine by me, I work myself all day so sleep is welcomed. Still, it doesn't leave me much time to write in this journal, sorry mom! I still love you! Dad too! Now, the perverted french captain isn't as bad as I thought…I mean he's still a pervert but he offered to continue Matt and I's lesson on swordsmanship. In his office, which is huge by the way, we practiced for a few hours. I'm sorry to say he kind of…beat me. His swordsmanship was quick and agile I didn't have time to react, he was surprised by my sheer power but he used it against me. It really shocked me when he was able to send my sword flying out of my hand and said, with a straight face I might add! "What's the point of having so much power when it can so easily be used against you?"
I was at a loss for words, I knew that all I had was power, but I didn't need it to be thrown in my face like that. Matt went next and the two went on for a while, it seemed almost like some sort of waltz. The two stared straight into each others eyes and clashed swords with such care and precision. Both taking steps after the other did, reacting to the other perfectly. Too bad, he wasn't going serious. That perverted captain, only needed to take a few quick steps and Matt's sword was blasted out of his hand as well. I guess we both need work, I'm going to bed though! Goodnight!
Matthew's Journal, Wednesday 22nd.
Captain Francis decided to teach Alfred and I how to sword play correctly today and said that we would be meeting in his office at noon till sunset everyday till we're perfect. Again, I lacked that certain heart to really fight with him but he was very elegant, with every step he took was a refined art. It would take me years to get to his level. It still bothers me to be in a room with him though. I decided to take the night shift, I'm much better adapted for that because I feel very alert. The moon and the sea is also a very relaxing sight and I enjoy the cool air. I'm off for my shift, I hope everything goes peacefully and it's another calm night. I can tell there are no clouds in sight so it's sure to be beautiful.
Alfred's Journal, Thursday 23rd
So you know how I didn't really like our Captain? Well, I like him a whole lot better now! You see from noon till sunset is our training and I was worried that Matt would have to get up early in the morning to do his work, come and try to dodge attacks with a sword and take night shifts like he likes. Well Francis said that Matt can have his night shift and sleep in after words, till 10am. At ten he would have to get up, get clean and get some food. I'm really happy that worked out for him, he looked happy too. Mom, I think things are going to go over smoothly! Dad keep watching over us!
P.s. He kept groping me…Matt especially. I'm not going to fall for the "I'm just making sure your body is in the right position" , crap! Stop touching us! Ugh! I want to punch him so bad!
Matthew's Journal, Thursday 23rd.
I took the night shift and was sitting out by myself looking up at the millions of stars when Francis walked out and sat down beside me. I tried to scoot away but he scooted closer and slung his arm around me, I was really scared I was going to be groped….or worse. Well he didn't go too far, I think. He told me he liked my style and my "sexy hair" as he called it. Again I tried to move away but he didn't let me move. I could tell he had been drinking some wine but surprisingly he looked up at the sky and I followed looking up also. It was really pretty out. He started talking in French, ti was rahter pretty, I wish I knew what he was saying though. He then pointed with his other hand to a group of stars and traced them in the sky, he pointed out the constellations to me and also stars that any sailor would be stupid not to know.
He really seemed to like it, I relaxed and I almost didn't notice his hand wrap it's way round my waist. It was really awkward still, I mean why was he so touchy? Not wanting to get another 'punishment' I ignored it. Thankfully he didn't go any further and he told me about navigating using the stars. He would sometimes throw in more French and I regret doing this, I really liked how it sounded so I asked if he could teach me. If you saw his face you would think he just got slapped, he just stared and I did all I could to not look him in the eyes. He then smiled and laughed his 'ohonhon~" laugh and agreed to teach me during my night shifts. I remember letting out a sigh of relief when he took his hand away from my waist but…suddenly…this is embarrassing, Alfred better not read this…he gave me a kiss on the cheek, I could feel his lips, and the little whiskers tickle my skin. I also remember my face feeling hot…I guess…nevermind! I need some sleep!
Alfred's Journal, Sunday 26th
It's been a while sorry!
Ummm…Journal? Mom? Dad? I feel like I might be missing something, it may just be me but is Matt and pervert captain getting along pretty well? I mean Matt wouldn't even look at the guy a few days ago and now, conversation? In another language? Yeah, I asked and Matt said he wanted to learn French so Francis was teaching him. I was kind of shocked. Well..I kind of told him he should stop but he looked really determined about continuing his lessons. I decided to let him have his way. Well, good news is I'm getting better at controlling my strength and sword play, it's actually quite interesting. It feels powerful when you're able to swing a blade with knowledge instead of brute force. Haha!
Captain's log, Arthur Kirkland, Sunday 26th.
Toris and I found that the navy should have a few fleets in the area, good man. He brought out the map and was able to pin point the general course of the ships, and with his knowledge of the inner workings of the navy he knew which captains were appointed to each ship, guess who I'm going to destroy? Luck is on my side, Stupid Francis Bonnefoy, is a sitting duck waiting for me to pluck him out of the water and rip off his wings. We should be seeing them tonight and boy are the men excited. I told them to leave Francis to me but to enjoy themselves on the rest of the crew. I'm going to finish that traitor off. Fog should be on thick tonight and whoever is keeping watch will probably be asleep. Lazy fools wont know…well they will know…I'll let maybe one survive. Got to continue to build up my reputation. I can hear my men outside, they're chatting lively about how many navy officers they can kill in one night, I'm off to give a little speech to my men, something to keep it fair and make sure they don't kill everyone. If that's possible.
(Normal Point of View)
Matthew and Francis walked out to the deck and sat down to continue their French lessons. Mathewt was learning rather quickly but was still struggling with proper sentence structure which is to be expected being an english speaker. After a while they chatted aimlessly about the stars and about Alfred, both finding his energy ridiculous and amusing at the same time. The fog was covering the deck quickly and they looked out to the sea then too each other. Francis went to check on his first mate at the wheel and came back down after a little chat.
"Don't worry my dear Matthew, we will be fine and even if we steer a bit off course it's nothing I can't handle." Francis said with a chuckle.
Matthew gave a nod back in return and the two continued their French lessons, both unaware of the ship approaching till it was too late. The sound of waves slushing around was their only warning before they turned in horror to see the grand pirate ship of Arthur Kirkland. The man himself was standing on the railings eying the two. He had on a long red coat detailed in gold and expensive jewels, he wore a red matching hat with gold trim, black beads hanging from the side and white feathers fluttering out of it. He had on white pants and large black boots, but what was most entrancing were his emerald green eyes that glowed even in fog.
Francis stood up quickly and pushed Matthew away yelling at him to go down and wake everyone up. Matthew hesitated for a second but quickly turned and ran down to go wake Alfred first and foremost. Too bad for Francis, Arthur jumped from his boat unto the others drawing his sword and letting it push at the others back.
"My how rash as always" Francis said with a chuckle turning his head to see Arthur's cool green orbs stare sadistically at him.
"I'm going to kill you frog, like I should have a long time ago. Now kneel and take your death with class." Arthur sneered at him.
Francis closed his eyes and he could hear as the other men from Arthur's ship jumped on board and the men who were sleeping below come rushing up to help with the fight. The first person to come up on deck was instantly shot down by a young asian man who had long hair put into a low ponytail. The man jumped gracefully over the body, doing a flip in the air while shooting the next man to walk out. He landed safely and put his hand on his hip.
"Simple." He said.
"Yao, you always show off." Came the voice of a tall man with silver hair and purple eyes, he was a big and well built Russian man with a pipe in his hand. His weapon of choice. He too bluntly knocked down a few men who rushed out.
"Mon cher, I can not, I have something I want to protect now." Francis said with a chuckle.
"Oh? Are you transporting gold for the Navy? I'll gladly take it away, don't worry it will be in good care." Arthur said pressing the blade a bit more.
Francis seemed to sigh and wonder how he was surrounded by such thick headed men.
"Non, it is more valuable then gold, stupid Kirkland." He said simply.
Arthur looked to his men and motioned them to go down and check out the rest of the ship.
"Oh, was it that boy you were with? You really are disgusting you know?" Arthur said and couldn't help but chuckle.
With a quick side step and spin, Francis had drawn his sword and had crossed it with Arthurs. Who at first smirked, bemused that the man was still going to fight him then it changed to that of hatred as he stepped forward lashing out at the Frenchmen before him. Arthur was quick and agile almost animalistic but he wasn't just slashing about, he had form and technique to back him up. Francis wasn't caving under the pressure and the two seemed to start a high stakes dance, the one who messed up would be the loser, death.
Matthew had gotten to Alfred first and told him about the pirate ship, Alfred shot up and hit his head on the ceiling, but just laughed it off as he got dressed and grabbed his sword. Matthew grabbed him and told him to stop and wait a moment which made Alfred look at him astonished.
"Matt, come on! Let me go! I mean-" The two heard shots from above and knew what that meant.
"W-wait!" Matthew yelled and tackled his brother to the ground.
"What the hell! MATT! Get off! I need to help!" He said wiggling a bit as he tried to stand up.
"Wait, think this through! Alfred!" Matthew tried to reason to him.
"What's thinking going to do when the pirates are already here!" He countered glaring sharply at his brother.
"Alfred… but just running out there." Matthew didn't know what to say and got off his brother.
"I understand, i'm scared too but hell if I'm going to let pirates have their way, what about you?" Alfred asked and smiled one of his rays of sunshine smiles.
Matthew shook his head and grabbed his sword. "Yeah, lets go…just be careful" He added.
"I'm always careful!" Alfred said grinning.
Their dance faulted on both sides, each slicing the others arm, not deep enough to be considered dangerous. Arthur seethed and attacked more aggressively, Francis backed away and tried to simply dodge so he could tire Arthur out.
" Now, Kirkland, why don't you just take your boys and go attack some other ship, I really have nothing of interest for you." Francis said with a small smirk on his lips as they seemed to enter a deadlock.
"That's probably true, but I really should kill you for turning to the navy and selling off all our secrets for your head. Besides, there is a treasure I want to take…that young thing you were with, looks like he would make a great addition." Arthur said pushing his sword making Francis take a step back.
"Can't you let that go? How unbecoming, I simply choose to take a new direction in life, why can't you accept that? Maybe it's because you're lonely without me?" Francis chuckled and pushed back so they were even again.
"Like hell I'm lonely! If anyone's lonely it's you. Berwald!" Arthur yelled the last part and quickly pushed Francis away and stepped back as the said man walked over and stood next to him.
"Yes?" Berwald said staring with cold dark blue eyes, the man was tall and stood straight that went along with his calm straight face.
"I need you to fetch a guy for me, he has blonde hair , blue eyes and some sort of hair piece coming off his head. I don't want you to kill him but do whatever it takes for you to retrieve him." Arthur said and cocked his head back to Francis, scowling at him.
"Don't you dare!" Francis rushed to stop the man but had to freeze mid step due to a sword being placed in front of his throat.
"Where were we?" Arthur smirked.
Francis, hit his sword away from him swiftly and glared daggers at the other man.
*Sorry for the cliff hanger-
Arthur-England.
Ivan-Russia
Yao-China
Berwald-Sweden
Toris- Lithuania
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