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Francis Bonnefoy Captains Log, Sunday 17th.
We finally made port and found a ship that by design is fast but by looks is rather distatseful and old, I'm pretty sure Arthur would have been a fan of this one. To each their own though, we will be heading out again soon but this time I will be trying to find some suitable glasses for my babe Matthew. His eyes sight hasn't gotten too bad but still better to be safe then sorry. I know he'll look plenty cute with them on anyway so it's fine by me! He's such a darling boy, why just earlier today he played with some of the neighboring children and let them have his candy, he's so perfect! My little angel! To think of all the things I can do with him! Oh~ This may not be the right journal to write such things but I can't keep the boy out of my head, no one else matters when he's around... no ONE!
It's been a while since I found someone who grabs my heart and body with such force and sends pleasurable shivers up my entire body just with the flutter of his gorgeous eye lashes! Oh~ I must stop myself from giving in to my urges, he is still much too young, even though he should be 16 soon, if the birthday on his chart is correct. I must think of a birthday present! Maybe a wrapped up Alfred would do the trick? Or a me with just a ribbon on? I'm too much, really!
Matthew's Journal, Sunday 17th.
It's strange how events unfold sometimes, to think my sight would deteriorate like this. I mean it's not bad I can see pretty much fine it's just reading becomes a bit of a burden after a while and such. Well, I got glasses today, and my eyes feel like they can finally rest, it's actually been giving me a headache lately so it was a great relief. I played with some kids, been spending so much time on a boat working to get strong that I forgot what it felt like to play a simple game of tag. It was nice.
Still I can't forget my mission, we should be there within a few days, Arthur's ship should be there and Alfred too. Hopefully he's not broken and can run easily. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid, I can't afford to be scared now of all times. I will keep calm though and think things through, I can't go being rash when that's Alfred's job now can I? Haha. I do have a bit more confidence in my self, in my sword play though... Francis is still better. I'm fighting harder and now putting more of myself in my swings, he told me I am becoming a force to be respected now.
Speaking of Francis, he keeps eyeing me funny, like he's going to attack me or something. I wonder what he's thinking smirking in such a...creepy way. I don't want to know!
Arthur Kirkland, Captains Log, Sunday 17th.
We'll be making port by tomorrow evening, my favorite black market event will be going on and my even more favorite black market alcohol festival well be starting up as well. I can just drink my worries away, I can just go back to enjoying the pirate life as usual. I will simply ignore Alfred and if he does anything that bothers me again, I will not hesitate to kill him. He's not worth the aggravation or the pain. I've been left all my life, by my parents, friends, lovers, all of them left. Just because he's an idiot doesn't mean he wont either, I will not give him the chance, the kiss was a mistake. I can't do this anymore.
I will be able to forgot my worries and drown my memories tomorrow evening. Thank God.
(Normal Point of View)
When the pirate ship finally docked up in the dirty town, Alfred was kept in Toris's room while Arthur, Toris and a few other men went out haggling. He was left to his thoughts of a certain green eyed captain and didn't bother to even go outside. He felt that tension has been rising in the other man for a while now and anything that could possibly seen as a defiance would result in more whipping. Not that Alfred wasn't tough but his scars were still trying to heal and his back was still too sensitive to lay on so he sat on the floor and spaced out.
Arthur found his way to a local bar and quickly grabbed a few bottles off the counter and went to a table in the back to drink. Toris stood behind him in the back corner while Ivan sat down next to his captain drinking his own favorite beverage, vodka of course. A few other men seated around other tables where drinking also, but Arthur seemed to be on a mission when he drank and would only stop to space out then drink more. He continued this for a a few hours then breaking the bottles on the floor, throwing money on the table left with his men back to the ship. Toris watched worriedly as his captain shoved people away and staggered as he walked, not taking any help the crew was offering.
He stomped up the ramp of the boat which alerted Alfred to their arrival, he opened the door to see Arthur up on deck staggering over to his cabin.
"Hey Artie, you don't look too good!" Alfred said and eyed the man worriedly.
"Ugh! Be quiet! And what are y-you doing out of Toris's room? Th-that's ten lashings, you bloooooddyyy..." He trailed off as his eye sight became blurry and rested his body against the wall of his cabin.
"Ok, I'm still in his room, I just opened the door! And you're drunk you should go to bed." Alfred said trying to speak more softly to the other.
Arthur stood up and walked forward to the taller man then shook his head. "You smart ass twit! Fine! I-I'm done anyway." He said then went to his room without another sound.
Alfred then let out a sigh then looked to Toris, he let him in his room and decided to talk a bit. Toris explained that Arthur just went to get dead drunk, he barely even bought anything but it was a usually quiet day in the market, usually the middle days when everyone is around are hectic, and rather voilent. Alfred blinked in wonder and wanted to see all this pirate action. So for the rest of the night Alfred begged that Toris ask if he can come along too. Toris refused and knew even if he asked for Alfred it would be shot down by Arthur. He knew the two were not on goods terms at the moment and with the way Arthur was drinking he was almost insane. Alfred huffed when he was rejected for the millionth time that night and tried to sleep as best as possible with out being plagued by thoughts of his captain.
The next morning he woke up bright and early and waited for Toris to stir, the moment the other man sat up in bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes Alfred begged him to ask Arthur. Toris stared coldly and gave a stern no and went to get changed Alfred whined and sat up crossing his arms and legs. Toris left quickly and went straight to see Arthur, who was excitedly preparing for his new day.
He felt a bit better aside from a hangover but there was less stress on his mind from before. He strode over, picked a simpler black coat that wasn't laced with any fine material, he wore a clean white shirt and some tan pants. He kept his strong black boots of course and a black belt to tie it all together. When going to a black market one does not need to reek of wealth, actually one should seem anything but wealthy to many gypsies running around and merchants tend to take their prices higher if they see you are packing.
With that he left calling Toris and a few other men to come, he allowed them to buy what they wanted within reason and to go have fun. Berwald took Tino away making sure to hold his hand so he didn't get lost or stolen from him and went to go look at some pottery goods. Yao left this time and made his way to a more oriental area of the black market.
Arthur strode through the busy and bustling streets, a smile resting softly in his lips. People were being shoved, thrown, kicked, punched, threatened at gun point as he walked by. He was even fortunate enough to take witness to a de-handing. Some poor fool forgot the punishment for stealing was so severe. Of course this being a pirate town should have given that away. Hopefully the man wasn't right handed or he would be in a world of torment.
Earlier that morning, Francis and Matthew made port a few yards away from Arthur's ship. Both seemed to take a deep breathe when they knew that they were going to have to finally go through with all they've been planning. They waited till they saw Arthur leave the ship, the plan was to follow the man for one day, to get a feel for how he's working his rounds and the ships crew rotation. Francis told Matthew that due to the fact Arthur knows him so well and that he's also known around the black market, he needed Matthew to follow Arthur around. He gave him a hat and some plain clothing, that was slightly dirtied up.
Matthew, albeit was nervous but he knew it was the best choice, there was no way anyone knew who he was and would call him out and he could keep at a safe distance so that if anything went bad he could get out of their. Matthew put the hair he could in a small ponytail, put on his glasses the hat and clothes. Francis gave him a nod and handed him a coin purse, mentioning it would be odd if he didn't have one. He said just act natural and always ask for a dirt cheap price if he was ever cornered by merchants. He needed to ask for special items and haggle once in a while to look natural.
"Ok, I'm off...keep an eye on the ship, tonight when I come back lets make plans to get him back. " Matthew said and walked out to the deck and took a deep breathe of air.
"Hold on! Mon cher!" Francis said and pulled Matthew into his embrace and kissed him passionately. The kiss lasted as long till Matthew needed to breathe which was rather soon because he didn't have much practice for kissing.
"There good luck! Love!" Francis smirked and patted Matthew on the butt before leaving down below to get ready for his work.
Matthew blushing nervously went down the ramp to the dock and walked towards the streets, he leaned on a wall next to a barrel and pretended to count some coins, until he saw Arthur and a few of his man walk by into the growing bustle of the streets. He waited a few seconds turned around and slowly followed, taking a few seconds once in a while to look at some random objects. He was impressed by the amount of herbs they owned but what was even more impressive were the guns and drugs that were hidden underneath the tables.
He followed Arthur but at more then safe distance, almost loosing his sights on the other in the crowd, things started to get more hectic as people began fighting and going crazy. As the day drew on, Matthew guessed that Arthur did all the haggling and simply brought along people to carry his items. That was good because they could infiltrate the ship with him gone much more easily.
The night was drawing on and Matthew decided this time he would buy a small amount of herbs he's never seen before. The man offered him more along with drugs and Matthew took a moment to think what he should do, it wouldn't be normal for him to deny it but he had to play it smart around here, he couldn't let anyone believe for a second he wasn't from around here and cause a scene. When in Rome.
"You're selling that junk?" Matthew asked and cocked his head to the side, eyeing the tubby man behind the cart.
"Junk? My friend! You have no idea how good this is!" The man said with a smirk.
"Really? Do you think I'm that dumb?" Matthew asked trying to sound smug. He felt so nervous and out of character but it would be worth it in the end, he could even laugh about with Alfred
"Aye, sir...you're a tough one. Got an eye for plants do you? Well maybe this will get yer attention". The man pulled out a jar filled with what looked like roots, to Matthew it caused him to gasp in surprise. It was a highly volatile hallucinogen. Matthew bought it and put it in his bag, he couldn't turn away then that would give him away but he felt dirty for buying it. He looked over to see that Arthur was now, eyeing another man suspiciously.
He had silverish hair and red eyes, he was smirking devilishly with his men standing behind me, one with an enormous axe. Other people were gathering around and Matthew decided to get closer to see what was going on. It looked to be a stand off between the two groups, the albino having quite a bit more back up on his side. The axe wielding man being the most impressive.
"When'd you get here Gilbert?" Arthur asked coldly and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Eh? Haha, you're not the only one with a fast ship, just a couple hours ago! Kesese~! Heeeyyyy~ Where's that hella that knocked me out?" Gilbert asked and scanned the area quickly then looked to Arthur with a smirk.
"My prisoner? He's onboard being held up." Arthur said quickly, narrowing his eyes.
"Prisoner? You captured him? I don't believe that! He could over power you in a second!" Gilbert jeered excitedly.
"But I have, and he's staying put till I'm done with him." Arthur replied.
"Aww, I was hoping to meet the guy and get to know him. Not everyday you meet a freak of nature like him." Gilbert said letting out a small sigh.
"Indeed..." Arthur mumbled.
"Ha! Ha! Well we should chat more! How about a drink?" Gilbert said and used his thumb to point to a bar behind him on the corner of the street.
"Heh, Are you paying?" Arthur asked with a smirk, his green eyes glinting.
"Eh! Sure why not! I'm in a good mood!" The albino cheered and the group joined together and like a mob went over to the bar.
Matthew watched for a moment and as the crowd disappointed by the turn of events dissipated he decided to take off in a sprint in the other direction. He wanted to run back to Francis and tell him what he found and hoped Francis would agree that they go right away to get Alfred out. Francis said that Arthur was a heavy drinker, he would drink for hours, he also said he didn't know when to stop when he started and would fumble over himself. If there was a better time to fetch Alfred it was now, now when the pirate captain would be too drunk to hold his sword correctly.
When Arthur left the ship again with Toris to leave Alfred alone to his thoughts, he decided to look through Toris's maps and schedules. He didn't really care for them but he was rather bored at the moment, he scanned and read through the maps and descriptions. He found that they did have some treasure held on some uncharted islands and special ports for storing booze and the like. He thought it funny all the wonderful little secrets hidden away in the world for the pirate king. He smirked and decided to go through some other random papers on top of a small desk Toris usually worked on. He saw what they're money was and what they could and should buy for what price. Toris was a very smart man and knew how to plan things.
Alfred found a few other pieces of paper he found useful, future plans for when and where they would be making port for the next few weeks. Alfred eyed them and rubbed them with his thumb a bit, he sat up straight which hurt his back a bit. He smirked as an idea formed in his head.
The day wore on and he was becoming restless in the room, he went down to the kitchen to get food once in a while and walked about down bellow but he was so very bored. So, so very bored it hurt. He shook his head roughly and came to the conclusion that he was going to go take a look around outside, he would come back when he at least got to stretch his legs out. He didn't care if he got found out and whipped, this was just torture.
So, the man set out into the streets, embarrassingly stumbling once in a while not quite getting his land legs back. He looked at all the goods and smirked at how lively everything was around here, he did like bustling towns the most, all the people and talking made him feel happy. He looked around and just strode by carts and stands with a curious gaze, he let the dirty air of people and animals fill his lungs. It was different he mused but not unpleasant. It was so full of life, he chatted with people once in a while asking what was good around here. He had no money to buy things but it was fun to talk to people anyway.
As the sun started to set and the sky changed colors there was nagging feeling he should get back to the ship, that feeling when you know you shouldn't be doing something and you do it anyway knowing full well the consequences. It hit him as the sky turned darker so he decided it was best he head back quickly and briskly walked back through the crowds.
When he saw the ship he started to run to it, and once on the dock he slowed down to a walk. He glided on past others ships to his and looked to see another man staring up at Arthurs vessel, he was wearing a hat and dark clothes. He couldn't see the face but the build was familiar along with the color of hair that showed through.
Alfred's eyes widened and his heart sped up, he took a step forward but his foot then seemed frozen to the ground. He couldn't move, his chest heaved but he felt so dense and astonished. The figure turned and started walking away, when Alfred caught the man's profile and saw that signature long hair curl that hung out in front of his face he knew.
"Matthew..." He whispered and he soon seemed to struggle with speaking.
"Matthew." He said more loudly but wasn't noticed by his brother, Alfred couldn't move from where he was and was trying to find his voice. He clenched his jaw and his fists in frustration.
"God Damnit...MATTIE!" He finally screamed out as if his whole life depended on it, his body was shaking as he looked to see his brother wide eyed turn around to face him. Alfred was panting but smiled brightly at his brother, who he missed so dearly.
-Sorry, I am mean but at least I don't take a month to update? Haha I shouldn't jinx that...thanks for the reviews, a warning for the next chapter though, things are going to get a bit hectic and then some.