Waking up, you found yourself minus one green-eyed pirate captain. You stretched out contently on the bed before closing your eyes again, perfectly happy with sleeping the day away. Someone was out to destroy your happiness, though.
"Oi! Get out of my bed and get yourself decent. I can't have you laying about just because you're a girl." You didn't move. Neither did the captain. "You have your orders!" he said in a menacing tone, causing you to peek open an eye and see the wide grin on his face. With a certain shine in his emerald eyes his voice softened, "Good morning, love."
You groaned and pulled the blankets back over your head, hiding yourself from the captain and the day sure to come with him. Holding your breath, you listened to the sigh of Arthur before he left through the door again.
Rolling over, you stared at the wooden planks above you with fogged over eyes. There was some commotion going on outside, you could hear the angry shouts of the captain as well as the sounds of dueling swords. The resounding noise that hung heavily in the air long after the final slash rang through your ears. It was only broken by the door opening again.
Curious, you sat up and looked questioningly at the green eyes that met yours.
But it wasn't Arthur.
Small beads of sweat rolled off of caramel skin and little pants for air interrupted the silence of the room. A wild grin formed on the new man's tanned face and he seemed pleasantly surprised to see you.
"Oh, hello," his accented voice chimed to you, leaning heavily against the door to your room. You thought the Spaniard was doing that only to regain some stamina, but his true intentions of standing against the door was revealed in only a short moment when something heavy collided with the door from the other side.
The muffled shouts of Arthur were heard from where you sat. The dark man's grin only grew.
His emerald eyes had a wicked glint in them as he stared at the door. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at you and spoke. "So," he said between poundings on the door, "you're Fairy Captain's new pet?" He scanned your body from where he stood before shouting back at the door. "I must say, mi amigo, your taste is much better than I thought!"
Glaring at the figure bracing the door shut, you carefully slid off the bed, never once turning your back to him or tearing your eyes from his figure. You slowly made your way over to the corner of the room farthest from the pirate.
He seemed to notice your retreat and the grin seemed dreadfully malicious, "You scared, chica?"
Your (e/c) eyes narrowed into a glare with as much venom in it as you could muster, "In your dreams, Dago."
That wiped the grin from his face, which made you slightly proud. That is, until his expression fully transformed into the one of pure contempt. A shiver ran down your spine as he lifted the latch into it's lock. Arthur continued to pound against the door as the new man made his way closer to you.
Face only inches from yours, his once chipper voice hissed out words so utterly terrifying to you that you nearly burst into tears. "You will say no such things about my people."
Gulping down a lump that had formed in your throat, you allowed your submissive and frightened expression to shine through. That seemed to please the captain.
p> "My name," he told you as he turned away, voice and appearance carefree once more, "is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Though you will simply call me Captain."
Apparently, you hadn't learned your lesson. "I will do no such thing!" you gasped. The man, Antonio, shot you a quick glare and you winced.
He clasped his arms behind his back and sauntered over to you again. "I'd watch the way you speak to me, chica," his words bit into you and made you tense in anticipation of something terrible, "You may wish you had kept your pretty little lips sealed."
You did nothing but clench your jaw as you noticed something thin, Arthur's cutlass, being slid between the door and it's frame, sliding upwards to unlock the latch. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your face as you waited in anticipation for Arthur to burst through the door to your rescue. The Spaniard in the room with you seemed to notice, too.
The closer Antonio got, the more you began to doubt if the British pirate would save you or not.
Your (e/c) eyes squeezed shut and you pressed closer to the wall behind you. A warm hand gently held your face. "I'm sorry I had to scare you, chica," a soft voice whispered to you as the door slammed open. You felt Arthur tear Antonio away from you and heard him thrown to the ground at the blonde's feet. Alfred and Francis stood in the doorway, each sporting a very different expression. The loud teen seemed excited to see the intruder finally captured, though the Frenchman somehow seemed mournful as Arthur's sharp sword pressed lightly to the back of the Spanish pirate's neck.
"Why are you here?" the victor demanded of his prisoner, "What business do you have on my vessel?"
Antonio pressed his lips together in a firm line and slowly turned his eyes to you, then Francis. The blonde receiving his glance shuffled his feet nervously.
"Well?" Arthur asked, irritated.
Francis stepped forward. "It was-"
"Me!" you shouted, panicking. "Er, well- It wasn't me so much as-" you lost your train of thought.
Antonio swooped into your rescue, "She's my sister!" And crashed into a wall.
The British captain eyed the two of you, an unamused eyebrow raised as he repeated the word flatly, "Your sister?"
He listened as you and Antonio both rushed to clarify, each coming up with different stories until-
"Quiet!" the captain roared. "Are you, or are you not his sister?"
You gulped, "More like a childhood friend." Sure, you were directly lying to who was most obviously the most terrifying man in the world, but you could see the gratitude (and fear) shining in Francis's eyes. "He came to rescue me," you added, softly.
Arthur looked at you with an unrecognizable swirl of emotions in his emerald eyes before sighing. Lifting the cutlass away from Antonio's neck, the Spaniard sat frozen. Suspicion flickered in Alfred's eyes when nothing happened other than Arthur rubbing his face tiredly, so you rushed down to hug your supposed best friend before the captain could see.
"Francis," Arthur sighed, gesturing back at you and the Spaniard, "Take him below deck and see that he's fed."
With a stoic expression, the Frenchman acknowledged his captain and roughly jerked Antonio to his feet, pulling him from you. You made a move to follow but were held back by the Englishman.
Not looking away from you, the captain directed his voice to the one remaining crew member. "Alfred, would you please give us a moment? I'd like to have a word with Miss (F/n)." He growled your name out and you cringed. His grip on your arm remained a steady pressure that you feared would bruise, but you didn't dare defy him in case he took it out on Antonio.
Alfred ducked out of the room, silently closing the door behind him.
Once again, you feared for your life.