The second chapter is up! I'm really enjoying to write this so I hope you are enjoying to read it!
Please excuse any grammatical errors, but english is not my native language and I don't have anyone to proofread it.
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Wood.
An empty bottle.
Ropes.
That was the surroundings his brain managed to pick up before he saw his captor standing in the open doorframe. The one called Arthur was looking down on the captured man with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a proud tilt of his head, his large eyebrows set into a slightly amused quirk.
"Awake now, are we? Even ready to answer some questions perhaps?"
The captured man turned his head away and ignored the question, his hands trying to break free from the bonds keeping him on a chair with violent tugs. The only result his hands got was red markings at their base.
"Ey, I'm talkin to you mate! And when I'm talkin you better listen." Arthur proclaimed as he took a big stride into the room and closed the door behind him with a jerk with one of his booted feet's heels. A couple of steps more and he found himself staring down at the bonded man with a sneer.
The emerald green eyes of the man below twitched to the sneering man's face and he cleared his throat only to spit in the blond man's face.
"… A bad course of action that was!" Was the sentence uttered before the man bonded to a chair's head roughly was whipped to the side by a gloved hand formed as a fist. "I will have none of this from you, you dirty Scallywag! When a question is asked it receives an answer." The now angry looking man clad in blue exclaimed.
The man clad in red turned his head forward again to the position it had held before the blow and his gaze once again fixed upon the towering man.
"Why don't you go fuck yourse-"
The sentence was cut short with the help from a fist in the stomach, and the world "yourself" turned into a hacking excuse for a chough.
"What did you say?" The sentence left Arthur's dark face in an unnaturally calm tone, and was soon followed by another clenched fist aimed for the already hurting stomach.
"GUH..."
"I thought so. Now that you have found your squiffy manners again, mind telling me where the chest is, ey?" The man uttered with a shine in his eyes that mirrored his smile. Wicked.
"That chest's whereabouts will follow me to the Fiddlers Green!"
A laugh that chilled him to the bone was the response he received followed by a sentence spoken as if it was directed to a child. "Oh silly Antonio, always to proud for your own best." Arthur stepped closer, and with firm grip on Antonios chin tilted his head upwards.
"I could break that unnecessary pride of yours right here and now you know" The grin on the talking man widened.
A sharp, desperate, final tug on his ropes.
The feeling of his hands gaining their beloved freedom.
A fist faster than the eye delivered to the side of the grinning man's face.
A thud as the previously grinning man and the chair attached to now loose bonds hit the ground simultaneously.
A heavy exhale as a man with emerald green eyes stare down at one with shut forest green orbs.
A scrape of wood as the door opens and shuts and the man in red disappears.
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Fiddlers Green- Where sailors go when they die