Request for hetaliatardis
You watched through the second story window of your room as a merchant ship made it's way into the harbor. Docked next to it was a pirate ship that had payed off all of the local guards. Smirking, you let your mind meander to possible outcomes of the unfortunate trader.
Downstairs, your father was shouting at someone. You turned back to your bed and sat on the foot of it, toying with the ends of your (h/l) hair.
"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones.
Now the seas be ours
And by the powers,
Where we will,
A crash from wherever your father was arguing with his guest echoed up to you, but you calmly closed your eyes and blocked it out.
"Yo, ho. All together.
Hoist the colors high.
Heave, ho. Thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die."
Footsteps stomped up the stairs to your room and your (e/c) eyes quickly snapped open, widely staring at the door as the person got closer. Your voice became more frenzied and panicked as you tried to block out the sound.
"Some men have died and some are alive,
And others sail the sea.
With the keys to the cage,
And the devil to pay,
We lay down Fiddler's Green."
The stomping stopped just outside your door and you held your breath. A gentle tap was heard from the other side as the person politely waited entrance.
You didn't respond.
Another knock, a bit louder, then another. Getting impatient, the person harshly kicked open your door.
Hands on the mattress below you, you froze, fearfully watching the man at the door for his first move.
"Hola!" he chirped, grinning a bit too suspiciously for your liking, "We're gonna go on a little trip, okay?"
Licking your lips, you managed to furrow your brows and shake your head. "N-no!" you said, regaining your voice, "No!"
The man took a step closer to you. "Oh chica, I don't think you understand." He was right in front of you, leaning down so that his emerald eyes were even with your (e/c) ones. His voice was dangerously low when he spoke again, voice a threatening whisper, "That wasn't a question."
Roughly, the man grabbed your wrist and pulled you from your bed. He rushed down the stairs with you tripping behind him and spoke quickly, "My name is Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. And you," he grinned back at you, "you are my insurance."
Once again, you had lost the ability to speak. The captain rushed you out into the main hall, where you could see your father slumped against a wall.
"Papa!" you gasped, harshly pulling away from the captain to hold your unconscious father in a close embrace. Your eyes narrowed at the man. "What did you do to him?"
Holding his hands up innocently, he didn't move closer, nor did he leave. "Nothing permanent."
More shouts sounded from outside and the captain watched the door with his curious green eyes. "Though it really could become serious unless you come with me." He didn't sound worried, just somewhat bored and hurried.
Pressing a kiss to your father's cheek, you shakily made your way back to the pirate captain. Once more, he tried to grab your hand, but you shrugged him off each time. The pirate sighed, "You keep this up and I won't feel guilty about tying a collar around your pretty little neck."
That time, you let him grab your hand.
You didn't struggle or protest as the captain led you through streets swarming with soldiers and pirates. Flames licked at wooden houses and family silver laid out on the street, cold and dirty. You numbly felt yourself dragged to the dock, to the pirate ship you had noticed earlier.
How long ago it seemed.
"Alright, chica. Up you go!" He pushed you up the small plank that led you on deck.
Reaching the top of the thin wooden ramp, you froze. A full crew of dirty pirates had stopped what they were doing on deck and watching you, as was a cleaner looking man next to the wheel. He looked to the man at the wheel and said something. Everything else was silent.
The captain behind you pushed you again, sending you stumbling onto deck. "Why did you stop, chica? Do you want to make my plans even more difficult then they already are?"
He hadn't noticed the crew yet. Either that, or they were his.
"Carriedo," the cleaner man growled, stepping down the stairs onto the main deck where you stood, "What are you doing on my ship?"
The Spanish captain grinned lazily. "Commandeering it!"
Loud laughter filled the tense air. The man who had spoken, presumably this ship's captain, was making his way closer to you. "And why's this," he paused, looking you up and down with his darker green eyes, "lovely lady on my ship?"
Both captains were equally close to you now; if you had reached out your arms you would have been holding their large coats.
A light sparked in the Brit's eyes, "Who?"
The second captain grinned. "So you didn't charm your way out of jail, you broke out."
Antonio shrugged. "Same difference, either way I got what I want."
"And what did you want?"
You had taken this time to carefully sneak your way out from between the captains, heading towards the ramp to take you back to safety. When you weren't paying attention a hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close.
It was Antonio, "Well, Captain Kirkland," the name was spoken with heavy emphasis, "what does it look like?"
Both captains smirked at each other, and the blonde one gestured for his crew to put their weapons away. Elegantly, he walked closer to you, taking on of your hands in his and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckle.