You wake up, dazed, to see yourself on a dark, brown velvet couch. You rub your eyes and sit up, letting out a small moan. What happened again?
A pirate kidnapped you.
You glanced around the room, to find no sign of a presence. You got off the couch and stretched, your muscles aching with every movement. You sighed, and plopped back down on the couch again, surveying the room you were in.
It was very…well…Spanish-looking.
There was a flag of Spain hanging on the wall above the headboard of the bed, and the blankets on the bed had a cute little native design to it. It consisted of oranges, reds and yellows, giving you that warm, cozy feeling. There was a desk to your right that had some kind of matador cape hanging on the chair. And leaning against the wall was a guitar, that looked to have been used a lot.
Glancing at the door, you decided the coast was clear to go snoop around in Antonio’s things. That’s what he gets for bringing you here, at the very least.
You get up again and walk toward his desk. There were a bunch of scattered papers that were of course, written in Spanish. You quickly read the papers, and suddenly, you crossed upon a very interesting letter.
And surprisingly…the letter was from Gilbert.
“What?” you squeak. “How on earth does Gil know this guy?”
You started to read the letter diligently to find out.
I messed up. I really, really messed up. Captain eyebrows has my sister. He took her away from me, and it’s hard to cope knowing that it’s my entire fault. That’s why I need you to help me out. My totally awesome hidden pirate ship got burned down because of that English idiot, so I am asking for you to sail out and find my sister, (name). I know you’re a good pal that I can trust, since we always used to help each other out smothering the other pirate fleets, like Kiku’s for example. I know you still want something out of this, so to show you how serious I am about this, I am letting you have (name). She might not be exactly be blood related to me, but she is the most important thing that I can show my gratitude for your help. And you won’t be disappointed Antonio, she’s quite the looker.
The AWESOME Gilbert Beilschdmit
You stared wide-eyed at the letter, trying to absorb everything that you just read. Your hands started shaking until you suddenly crumple the paper in your hands violently.
“How dare he!” you hiss. “I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!”
A chilling screech escaping your throat, you shut you eyes, spin around and chuck the piece of paper as hard as you can.
You were waiting for that crumpled piece of paper to fall on the floor, but it never did.
“I see you went threw my things,” a soft chuckle came in front of you.
You opened your eyes to once again see Antonio, flattening out the paper you just threw as he looks at you. You thought he would be wearing his scarlet coat, but instead he was wearing a typical white pirate shirt with a slit down the middle, a sash on his waist, followed by black pirate slacks that were tucked into black boots. You also noticed that he had a silver cross necklace dangling from his neck.
“Just....just shut up.”
“What’s wrong, senorita?” Antonio asks as he scans the letter that you threw at him. “Ah, I see,” he breathes as the letter he read answered his rhetorical question.
“After all of these years I thought Gil was a merchant…how could he lie to me,” you whisper to yourself. “He’s just another damn pirate like you.”
“But I am one hell of a pirate,” Antonio smiles with a cheeky grin.
Your eyes snap to Antonio as you give him a death glare. “But you’re not one hell of a pirate that owns me,” you snarl. “And I don’t care what stupid Gilbert wrote. It means nothing to me.”
“I think you should be careful chica,” Antonio smirks as he walks toward you and snakes an arm around your shoulder. You tried to shake him of but you could feel his hand grip your shoulder tightly as his arm tensed around your back.
“It’s you, against me,” he whispers into your ear. “If you misbehave you’ll have to be punished. So be a good girl and love me.”
Your jaw tightens in anger as you manage to sharply turn your body to face Antonio, both your faces just inches apart.
“There’s no way I’ll love you,” you say as you narrow your eyes.
“Then I’ll have to try harder,” Antonio grins as he looks down at you with bright green eyes. “Because I can tell you love someone else already.”
You give a look of disbelief, totally thrown off on what he just said.
“I can tell by the look in your eyes, (name),” Antonio smiles but with an angry look in his eyes. “You’ve fallen for Kirkland, haven’t you?”
You push yourself out of Antonio’s grip and take a few steps back form him.
“Are you high or something?”
“Por favor, senorita,” Antonio slyly smirks at you, slightly adjusting his small ponytail. “I know love when I see it. After all, I come from the country of…amor.”
“Why would I love a captain who seems to have a stick shoved up his ass all the time?” you snort. For some reason, you almost felt bad for saying that about Arthur.
“Well then, I must be wrong,” Antonio says unconvincingly as he strides to you and brushes a lock of (h/c) hair from your forehead. You just glare at him, seeing what he says next.
“But let me tell you this,” Antonio says with a serious, dark voice. “If that English captain tries to come here and try to kill me, I’ll kill him. And I’ll make sure you watch his death. Even if you scream and plead your little heart out for his life, I’ll just ignore you.”
“I’ll make sure to kill you first before you ever do that,” you hiss at him.
“Well aren’t you feisty, I like that,” Antonio narrows his eyes. He takes a small step back as his right hand starts to fumble behind his back until he takes out a Spanish Migulet Lock pistol and quickly presses the tip against your forehead.
You slightly gasp, completely frozen, trying not to move as you see a sadistic grin creep onto Antonio’s face.
“But of course you can’t kill me if I kill you first,” Antonio says as he cocks the gun. “Boom.”
You close your eyes shut, thinking he was about to shoot your brains out.
“Ah, your face expression is so funny!” Antonio chuckles. “But I won’t kill you. Maybe. Why waste a pretty face like yours?”
You open your (e/c) eyes again, glaring at Antonio for tricking you in the worst way possible.
“So, you’re threatening me?” you snort.
“It’s called getting what I want,” Antonio smirks again. “Either you learn to love me and appreciate me, or you get to see your lover die a slow an painful death. It’s your call.”
“It’s not like Gilbert wrote a damn law!” you snap at him. “I shouldn’t have to give you anything! Just leave Arthur out of this!”
Antonio raises an eyebrow and slightly tilts his head and looks at you with crossed arms, the pistol now away from your forehead. “I’m afraid you don’t understand, honey. It's you or him. Can't make up your mind, and I'll do it for you."
“Why does it have to be like this…” you whisper to yourself, your eyebrows scrunching together in frustration.
“I’ll let you think about it, but I should hurry if I were you. Kirkland might be on his way right now,” Antonio says as he walks toward the door. “And choose wisely,” he adds as he gives you an evil smirk and leaves the room, closing the door behind him, leaving you in there all alone.
“Damn it!” you grit your teeth, your eyes starting to well up in tears. “I shouldn’t care if Arthur dies or not! It’s not like I love him or anything!”
You pace toward Antonio’s bed and flop face down onto it.
‘I can’t love him. I can’t, I won’t,’ you kept repeating inside your head. ‘But why does my heart hurt so much?’
“No,” you whimper. “I can’t believe it. Do...do I seriously love this guy?”