You looked directly at the Spaniard, fear evident in your bright (e/c) eyes. “How do they-”
He smiled sadly back at you. “It’s a raid, chica. I snuck on here to help Francis start a mutiny, but things didn’t go exactly as planned.”
All color draining from your face, you feared the worst. “You think?” you shouted at the still smiling man.
“Listen, (F/n), I didn’t know that Arthur-”
You didn’t allow the Frenchman to speak, instead, you stood from the bench, causing a small clatter. Matthew looked up at you, still fighting back tears. “What?” you snapped, “You didn’t know that Arthur would take a hostage? What’s going to happen to me?” you raised voice lowered considerably, “What’ll happen to him?”
Francis pressed his thin lips together, sharing a look with Toni. “The ship will be pillaged and whatever crew members who cooperate will be allowed to sail home. The rest,” he trailed off, leaving you to fill in the blanks.
“So that’s it, then,” a chilling voice said smoothly from the doorway, “Who will be the one to slit my throat?” Everyone’s heads turned to see Captain Kirkland stepping into the room. Matthew whimpered as his furious green eyes scanned all four of you.
“A-arthur,” you gulped, “I thought I told you to go to sleep?”
The pirate ignored you, focusing only on Francis. “Will it be you, Frog? I’ve always known you didn’t like me, especially when I figured out you were one of the three captains most notorious for taking back,” Arthur’s eyes flickered over you quickly, then back to the blue eyes of Francis, “hostages,” he finished.
You looked with wide eyes at Francis, nervous now that you knew he was a dangerous pirate captain as well.
Arthur continued guessing, “Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if Carriedo ended up being the one to strike me down.” He directly addressed the Spanish captain, “We were always quite competitive,” he smirked sardonically.
“Or maybe,” now his gaze swiveled to you, lingering there as he spoke with rising anger, “I’ll meet my maker at the hands of the lovely (F/n). I wouldn’t be surprised, you did promise to bring my death with you.”
The sounds of your erratic heartbeat filled your ears as you watched the captain step closer to you. “No matter,” he smiled dangerously, “I won’t let you.”
In a matter of seconds, Arthur had grabbed you around the neck, holding your back to his chest. Your hands clutched at his, trying to claw away the quickly tightening fingers. You froze as you heard the click of a pistol being readied.
Hands still holding limply to his, you stared desperately at the three shocked men before you. You didn’t dare speak as you felt Arthur’s grip around your neck loosen slightly.
There were shouts overhead, the ship must have been boarded. You could feel Arthur’s steady heartbeat again your back and his deep breaths hot against your jaw. “Leave,” he told the men as the barrel of his pistol was pressed to your temple, “And take your rats with you.”
You could hear boots as they ran down the stairs, but you couldn’t turn to see who stood frozen behind you as Arthur commanded the two captains and cook to leave once more. The man behind you breathed out a nearly silent, “Mein Gott.”
They stood shakily, and Francis nodded, raising his open palms to his chest. Arthur’s toxic green glare trailed them until he couldn’t see him without turning his body, though he didn’t release you.
Shouts of retreat in many different tongues filled your ears and you feared what would happen to you now that you were once again alone with the captain.
“I have been more than kind to you, wouldn’t you agree?” he hissed.
Your whole body tensed, “Arthur, I-”
His hand tightened its grip again and you choked a bit. “I asked you a question, love. You best answer it.”
“Y-yes,” you croaked, eyes watering a bit.
“I’ve been a most gracious host, haven’t I?”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded, barely able to murmur another “Yes.”
Your wheezing breaths were frantic and you could feel bruises forming under his tightening fingers. You felt sick as he asked another question. “So what should your punishment be?” His lips tickled against your ear in a most sickening way, “Shall I just kill you now?”
Only a short while ago, you had been concerned for this man’s well-being, and now he planned to kill you. Biting your lip, you gave yourself up to whatever fate may deem worthy.
Arthur seemed to feel this, his lips curling up in a smirk, “Here’s a secret, love, I won’t feel bad after the deed is done.”
With those chilling words, he released you. Gasping, you collapsed to the floor, hissing at the burning pain on your neck. Tears blurred your vision as you watched Arthur step back up the stairs, the king of his vessel.
You wouldn’t let yourself trust him again.