Antonio sighed and crossed his arms against his chest. He looked warily over to his captive. He really had not planned on kidnapping her. Really. He was just going to 'playfully' destroy the Englishman's quarters, and return to his ship. But now he had already come too far. He couldn't just let her go, right? He had to be a proper captain and follow throw with what he started. She was a beautiful one, he had to admit that. How that foul Arthur could have her as a sister escaped him. He paced back and forth in front of the cell that was holding his new prisoner, never taking his eyes off of her. She glared back at him defiantly with her emerald eyes. With her hands bound behind her, and her legs folded under her, the Spaniard did not imagine she was very comfortable. He would've liked nothing more than to release her and have her be held in comfort in his cabin, alas, as Captain, he had certain appearances to keep up. There was no way he could let the sister of his rival sit in comfort, and still keep the respect of his crew.
"Señorita, is there anything I can get for you? A drink? Or something to eat?" He sighed again as she made a small 'hmph' sound and turned away from him. "Dios Mio, Señorita. There's no reason to be rude!"
"You have me bound and in a cage! I think there are quite a few reasons that would excuse my rudeness!" She scoffed at him. Suddenly, shouting, gunfire, and the familiar clanging of metal on metal filled the underbelly of the ship where she was being held. "Well, that didn't take quite as long as I had expected." She glared at her captor. "It seems my brother has come to collect me."
He stood as a crewman hurried down the stairs to him. Panting, the crewman frantically explained the situation to him in hurried Spanish. It seemed that Captain Kirkland had stormed the ship with his crew, and had cut down many in his path. The Spanish crewman gulped and grabbed on to Antonio's shirt sleeve. He looked down on him and ordered him to continue his report. Antonio's eyes grew wide, and he could feel the blood drain from his face. That vile Englishman had taken a young hostage.
Alice knew it would not take her brother long to discover she was missing, and that it would take even less to determine who had taken her. So, when she heard the yelling from above deck, she wasn't surprised. She was surprised, however, at her captor's reaction to his crewman's report. He became pale as he listened intently. Then he suddenly began yelling loudly in Spanish. Even though she did not understand most of it, she could make out a few mangled words. She clearly heard her brother's name followed by what she assumed to be curses. Then he fell silent. She could hear him mumbling about a child. She watched as he suddenly straightened and opened the door to her cell.
Not knowing exactly what was going on, she pushed herself away from him as much as she could. All of a sudden, she was scared of him. His face was no longer pale, but red with anger. He walked quickly towards her and roughly clutched her arm, pulling her into a standing position. Without saying a word, he walked her out of the cage and to the stairs. Worried, she looked up at him and started. He was already glaring back at her. His green eyes were hardened and angry, but she could tell that deep down, there was something that he was silently worried about.
"What is it? Is my brother so terrifying that you would surrender like this without a fight?" She taunted him, hoping to get information from him.
"Your hermano is fearsome indeed." He ground his teeth and sneered angrily at her. "He would stop at nothing to get you back... even if it meant taking un niño hostage."
"A child?!" She gasped, shocked. "Surely you would not keep a child in such a vile place?!" She looked at him hopefully. It was one thing for her, a lady, to be found on a pirate ship, but there were absolutely no reasons for a young lad to be here. Surely the Spanish crewman from earlier was mistaken. And her brother wouldn't go so far as to threaten a child... would he?
She looked in horror as they walked above deck. Her brother was holding a small Italian child by the scruff of his neck. She could understand him rescuing her, but at the cost of a child? Anger welled inside of her. Before she could speak, he brother yelled out to her.
"Alice? Are ye alright?! Antonio ye bloody bastard! I'll gut you for this!" He drew his sword with his free hand and pointed it at the Spaniard. "How dare ye lay hands on my sister?!"
"Anything that is related to you, is not worth laying hands on!" Antonio yelled back and took a step forward angrily. Alice was stunned for a moment at how much his words hurt. Of course, she was over-joyed that this man had not tried anything inappropriate; however, he did not have to say that she wasn't worth it. And did he just call her a 'thing'?
These two men... these... pirates. They were too much for her. She questioned why she had ever wanted to accompany her brother in the first place. Adventure, she reminded herself. Well, she was certainly getting that. She was snapped back to reality when she heard a small voice yelling profanities.
"Put-a me down, you English bastard! Antonio! This is all-a your fault, isn't it?! Why don't you-a hurry up-a your ass and save-a me, eh?!"