.:After the Battle:. (1x1) (Locked, DON'T DELETE)

[Captain Kaycee]

Arthur looked at the two of them sitting side-by-side for a moment before rolling his eyes and grabbing the oars. He began to row out towards the boat, thanking himself that he had been able to row with more than two people in the small boat. He was so used to having his crew do the job, but since he had only gone to shore for a quick drink and supplies, his crew had stayed on the ship.

Suddenly the ship was looming over them, with practically the entire crew looking over the side. They were all shabby-looking, not one of them look handsome like their captain. They were all pirates, sailing the seas for years on end. Allegra looked up at all of them and felt a shiver run up her spine. She was going to be the only woman on the ship... with men that looked like they didn't have a wife or a woman for that matter. Almost instantly she scooted closer to Marcel, her hand brushing his lightly.

Arthur stopped the boat against the hull of the ship before attaching a rope to it near the built-in wooden ladder. He pondered whether letting them get on the ship first, but decided against it as he realised that letting Allegra on the ship first would bring instant chaos over the crew. "Follow after me. And Allegra? I suggest you put your hair up in that hat of yours," he explainer, climbing up onto the ship.

Allegra tilted her head at Arthur's remark, unsure as to why he had told her to put her hair up. Her hair would get tangled and scarggly under the hat, she knew for a fact. However, when she had seen those men aboard, a hint of what Arthur had said was important to keep her safe. Without arguing with herself further, she put her hair up in the hat, making her look slightly more like a man.

[Cloudsong]

Marcel felt himself tense up as Arthur told her to put her hair up. He hadn't stopped to think about her going on-board, and inwardly cursed himself for forgetting. She was a woman. Especially since it was a pirate ship rather than an English boat filled with civilized men, they would all gang up on her trying to get some pleasure. Silently he clenched his hands into fists. The only woman he had ever seen on a pirate ship was when the pirate had his wife there; no one had dared to try and touch her, and those that did got to walk the plank. Allegra would be safe, mostly, if Arthur introduced her as his wife. Trying to pass as a man would be hard, especially since she had such a perfect body of a woman. It would be irritating if Arthur got to pretend that he was together with Allegra, and he knew that they might even have to share a cabin. He knew that it would hurt him, but it was the only way. And I may loose her, he thought grimly.

Just as Arthur stepped onto the ladder, he quickly reached up and grabbed his arm, stopping him from climbing up. "Perhaps it would be safer for Allegra if you introduced her as your wife," he said quietly, his eyes narrowed, as if telling him that it wouldn't mean anything could happen on their part. "The crew would dare not to put their hands on the captain's wife." They both knew that sooner or later the men would discover that she was a woman, and that could end badly. This way, they would be protecting her.

(Lol I just thought this could bring more drama and make it more interesting XD)

[Captain Kaycee]

(Pffft omg rofl!! XD This is going to be hilarious...)

Arthur glanced down at Marcel, his emerald eyes widening in shock. The Spaniard was actually suggesting them acting to be married? The idea made him almost filled with joy, but how would his crew react to saying that he had a wife? Should he just say that he had been married to her for over a year, but just now sent her on the ship? Well, it was worth a shot.

Arthur, after debating for a few moments, finally decided to agree. "Well then, it is best that you come up with me, Mrs. Angelo," he muttered, his mouth curling into a smirk. He held out a hand, waiting patiently for her to take his hand.

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Allegra's face turned pale as she looked at Arthur. This meant that she would have to be staying in his cabin, in his sight at all time, and wouldn't be able to see Marcel that much anymore. She grimaced at the thoughts, but knew that Marcel would understand. Hell, he was the one who decided that they should act as husband and wife.

Rolling her eyes, Allegra stood up and took Arthur's hand. She had a look of displeasure on her face, then took off her hat so that her hair would fall back down. "This is pretend, Arthur," she growled, though there was a hint of her blushing on her face. She did think he was attractive, but she couldn't possibly think of leaving Marcel. She felt a hand snake around her waist and lift her up, making her freeze completely. She was being hoisted up onto the ship, with Arthur helping her onto the deck of the ship.

[Cloudsong]

Marcel watched as the two accepted, and he noted the pink tinge that flushed across Allegra's face. Arthur seemed quite pleased, and he put his arm around her waist, taking her hand in his other. He couldn't help but notice that the two seemed almost as if they had always been 'together'; even the way they moved seemed perfectly in synch, as if they were meant for each other. Maybe I made a mistake, he thought, flicking the blonde hair that was covering his eyes out of his face with a quick movement of the head, and reaching up to take old of the rope ladder after they had gotten up onto the ship. He couldn't help but notice that Arthur wouldn't stop smirking in satisfaction, and he was obviously pleased that he was holding her hand. Not wanting to feel any more jealousy, he pushed the thoughts out of his head, and easily climbed the ladder, stepping out onto the ship deck.

As soon as his feet were both on the scrubbed wooden floors, he couldn't help but feel his spirits lighten. It felt like home, being on a ship again, and being out on the ocean. His gaze traveled across the line of big men that stood there, all of them looking confused to have more crew members; especially so to see a woman. None of their eyes lingered on him; they all just stared openly at her, looking all the way up and down her body, not caring how rude it seemed. He clenched his teeth together, hating the fact that they were all thinking very wrong things in their mind. Hurry up and announce her as your wife, he wanted to snap. The sooner they understood the better.

[Captain Kaycee]

(Sorry I haven't posted yet. I had a lot of HW last night (gah, 7 pages of writing for a single assignment ._____.; ) )

Arthur watched for a moment as his crew were surrounding them between the side of the ship and themselves. Every one of them was looking at Allegra, either with confused or lust-full looks on their faces. Arthur looked at them, and by the time they realised that their captain was looking, their eyes turned to him. "Men," he started, keeping his arm around Allegra's shoulders. "This is Allegra, my wife. Don't go asking about my personal life, ye filthy bilge-rats. If any one of you as so much lays a hand on her, you will be lashed with the cat-o-nine, walk the plank, and bait for the sharks in these waters."

"Captain...?" a boy asked, raising his hand and moving towards the front of the crowd. Arthur's emerald eyes turned to him, seeing as it was a young boy, looking to be only about 10 years old. "If she is your wife, then why don't you kiss her? We've never met this woman, so how would we know if she's your wife?" he asked, ignoring the fact that Arthur had specifically told them not to talk about his 'personal life'.

Arthur rolled his eyes, passing a glance at Marcel for a moment before reaching over and kissing Allegra almost passionately on the lips. One hand gracefully cupped her chin, ignoring the fact that Allegra wasn't expecting it at all. He then pulled away, turning back to his crew with a 'not amused' look on his face. "That settle it for all ye?" he asked, causing all of the crew to nod once. "Now, all hands on deck! We're leaving for the Caribbean!" With that, the crew all scurried to their positions, not speaking a word about the captain and his new wife.

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Allegra felt like she was swooning after the kiss, unable to fully comprehend what happened. She had seen the crew ask about marriage, but it was followed by something she wasn't expecting. That kiss was something she hadn't expected, especially when he was so darn good at it. She stood there like a statue, blinking and letting out a slightly gasping breath. "You... You just..."

[Cloudsong]

( It's okay! I've been busy too - my classes with my teacher are once a week, so naturally I procrastinate until two days before the day, and end up being completely swamped on Tuesday and Wednsday (and even Thursday morning xD)... But now I'm off until monday XD In theory lmao.

But since it's almost the weekend you'll be able to post more, right? ^^ )

Marcel didn't know why he hadn't expected this to happen; of course they would have to kiss in public. The two would have to act like they were married, and just holding hands wouldn't cut it for these men. Why the hell would I suggest for them to do that? He felt a twinge of regret, and watched as Arthur passionately kissed her fully on the lips, and saw how swooned she looked when he finally pulled away, after what seemed to be ages. Her cheeks were bright pink, and the part that made his heart sink was that she didn't look displeased. He stood there for a split second longer than the rest of the men, then silently turned away and approached a group of men that were raising the sails, daring not to catch Allegra's eye, and not wanting to see Arthur's smug expression any longer. The worst part of all of this, he realized, was that he had been the one to push her into Athur's open arms. And although Marcel wasn't one that usually got angry, he felt like now was an exception.

The men wordlessly handed him the end of a rope as they all formed a line and began to pull hard, the sails raising. Another group was at the bow, the anchor being raised as they prepared to take off.

(Lol boring post for me, but I'm thinking of introducing a new character, so that'll make things more interesting for me to write ^^)

[Captain Kaycee]

(Lol don't worry :3 And omg I'm getting so into this RP again xD Yay for pirates and drama! <33
Also, sorry for not posting again. I hate homework... -____-;; But this weekend I'll be partly free. I'll be at a friend's house Saturday night, but I may be able to post from my phone :3)

Allegra watched all the men go to their posts on the ship, pulling up the anchor as well as lowering the sails. It was amazing to think that she was now officially sailing somewhere. She loved the idea, even if she wasn't going to see her family for a while. She would write to them about each month, but she wouldn't feel the need to go back home for a while. This was an adventure on its own.

Her gaze lingered around the ship, trying to spot Marcel in all of the commotion. She didn't see him anywhere, however, and it would be chaos to try and look through him. Besides, you're the captain's wife, a voice muttered to her in the back of her head. She rolled her eyes, not wanting to think about the situation she found herself in. She loved Marcel, but that kiss... the kiss that Arthur had given her was something she had never felt before in her life. It was like a spark, causing her to swoon and feel breathless from the sudden action.

No! B-But I love Marcel... she screamed into her head. She didn't want to leave him, for he was her life. Without him, her life back in Fortuna would have been bleak and boring. But Arthur... he was like the man that would continue to bother her in her head. His eyes continued to pierce her mind with their emerald colours.

After battling with herself for what seemed like an eternity, she threw her hands up in the air and let out a huff of air. Allegra practically stomped over to the captain's quarters and closed the doors behind her, but as soon as she walked in a pair of emerald eyes were staring at her. Arthur.

"Well, I was wondering when you were going to come in here. And here I thought you were going to jump overboard with your beloved Spaniard..." Arthur muttered, resting his hand against his cheek. He was sitting at a rather large desk in the middle of the room, maps and navigation tools sprawled out in front of him.

"I don't plan on leaving, Captain. Not when I'm so close," she growled to him, folding her arms across her chest. Arthur chuckled slightly, seeing the displeased look on her face.

"What? Are you angry over the kiss out there? I had to prove to my crew somehow, and I didn't think a simple hug would have sufficed for them," he explained, standing up and walking over to the walking over to a curtain in the back of his quarters. He opened the curtain to reveal cushins by the window with pillows to sleep.

"This will be your place to sleep, since you are my 'wife', and I cannot let you sleep down there with the rest of the crew. And truthfully, I don't think you want to sleep with me in my bed." Allegra nodded slowly. At least he was giving her a choice, especially when she didn't want to cause anymore commotion with their 'relationship'.

"That will be fine," Allegra agreed, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the soft cushins. It was comfortable, which was probably much better than what they had down in the crew's quarters. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to see Marcel, but at least here she was safe from any crew member who thought otherwise, even if she was the captain's wife.

Suddenly, without any warning at all, Arthur was inches away from her face, a smirk imprinted on his lips. "Do you know how to fight?" he asked, watching her intently. Allegra's face reddened brightly, looking at him with a shocked expression.

"And what if I do?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow. Arthur laughed slightly, walking away from her and heading to the door to the deck of the ship. "Once we're all ready to sail, you and I can swordfight. I wonder how you will do against one of the greatest swordfighters on the seas," he explained, then left the room and towards the wheel of the ship.

[Cloudsong]

Although he had been away from the sea for many years, Marcel felt as if no time had passed. He easily slipped back into the normallities of working on a ship. And though it was hard work, and his muscles began to ache, and his hands began to get slowly more and more rope-burned, he felt as if nothing could replace the feeling that he had of being out in the open air, where there was no one around him to judge him, or think badly of the ways he dressed. Because the people around him, though they were slightly uncivilized, were like him. All of them wanted to be out there on the sea, and he was quite sure that all of them would feel lost if they were to stay on land for more than a few weeks. Just like I did, he found himself thinking as he looked out onto the horizon as the ship was now getting further and further away from port. He had felt so out of place for so many years, all because of Allegra; she was the only reason he had stayed there, and though they didn't see each other as much after he got a job, he had always known that that was the sole reason for him being there. Remembering that made him sigh in spite of himself, and he glanced around the deck, half-hoping to see her. She wasn't in sight, and neither was Arthur. Pushing the thoughts away, he approached a group of men who were standing by huge barrels of beer, all of them gaffawing stupidly.

When he got close enough to hear what they were saying, one of the larger men grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him into their group. Though he was on his guard, Marcel could tell that the man wasn't being hostile; all pirates were harsh and extreme in their actions.

"Aye! You came with the captain and that girl, didn't you boy?" the man who pulled him in asked.

They all seemed to lean forward, somehow completely interested in the conversation. Marcel shrugged, and pulled himself up to sit on the handrail that was on the side of the ship. "Yeah. So what?" His voice was wary, and he didn't seem at all nervous about the dangerous spot he was sitting in. He could tell that they all seemed too interested in the subject, and he doubted that it was because the captain was involved; all of them wanted to know more about Allegra.

"We never knew nothin' about Arthur havin' a wife." An older man with a large gray beard muttered. They all murmured an agreement.

"Too bad the ol' captain won't keep his eyes off her. It'd be right hard getting at her," another commented.

Marcel raised an eyebrow, pretending to not seem interested, though inside he felt himself tense. "What do you mean...? How exactly does he look at her?"

"He really likes her, obviously. And I bet he's serious about us walking the plank if anyone gets near her." Marcel glanced over to see a rather sensible-looking man about his age, who had dark brown hair, and a clean shave, unlike most of the men on the deck. He was standing next to a man that wore incredibly baggy clothes, and a huge hat that shadowed his face. For a moment he wondered why he hid himself so much. Perhaps he had scars or burns that he wanted to hide, he thought vaguely. "I'm Henry, by the way. Henry Lefrey." He took off his hat, and did a little bow, causing them all to laugh. "And this is my brother, Jan."

Marcel nodded, and the man beside Henry that was named Jan didn't move. "Marcel de la torre," he introduced, tapping his chest.

"You from Spain?" asked one man once they all finished introducing themselves.

He nodded, smiling slightly as he remembered his homeland. "Barcelona, to be exact."

They all mumbled something under their breath, and Marcel seized the momentary silence to ask the question he had been meaning to get at.

"What do you think of the captain?" he asked suddenly, his tone casual as he glanced around at all of them.

They mostly shrugged, but the man who had pulled him over in the first place answered for them. "He may be young, but the man knows what he's doing, and he's fierce as anyone on here. A real ladies man... that's what surprised us that he had a wife."

Marcel pressed his lips together. A ladies man, eh? So he would try and get Allegra, and at that moment, he felt unsure whether or not the man would succeed. Now it seemed as though they would be spending all of their time together, and it would be easy for her to fall for his charm.

[Captain Kaycee]

Arthur stood at the helm, holding the wheel with both of his hands. The wood felt slick against his hands, as the men would usually polish it for their captain's benefit. It felt like a new ship, even though he had it for more then a couple years. He looked over the deck, watching the sailors walk around the ship, tidying the sails, swabbing the decks, and all around caring for their ride to the Caribbean. Most of the men wanted to be on it, because the pay was good and nobody really wanted to be on the actual British naval ships.

The land of Italy had now officially disappeared into the horizon, and the sun was almost directly above their heads. Suddenly, as Arthur was about to allow another sailor take the wheel, he heard the door open from his quarters. Allegra walked out from his room and looked up at him from the main deck, her hands on her hips. "Well captain, are you inclined to your request to a swordfight?" she asked, a smirk imprinted on her face.

Arthur looked at her for a moment, then chuckled and nodded once. He let one another sailor take the wheel, then walked down the steps to come face-to-face with her. "I am ready, dear Allegra," he accepted, bowing once in a gentleman manner before taking out his sword to point at her.

Allegra placed one hand behind her back to bow, taking out her trusted rapier that she would always fight with. It was much different than the regular longswords the knights in the castle used. No, this sword was used to speed and efficiency.

As they both stood on the main deck, Allegra quickly aimed a stab at Arthur's stomach, her footwork almost like lightning. Arthur had jumped back, the sound of two swords clashing. Arthur's sword was much more curved than a rapier, as it was a cutless; the sword most pirates used.

Allegra and Arthur continued to duel, their footwork and constant sword clashes making it look like a dance rather than an actual swordfight. Neither of them looked tired, and both of them seemed to just getting warmed up. "Not bad, love. Your dueling skills surpass some of the greatest British Naval men that I've seen," Arthur breathed, attempting to land another attack at her legs only to be blocked by Allegra's rapier.

"Not to bad yourself... Captain," she snickered, jumping back to dodge another slash from Arthur. Suddenly, just as she was about to land a blow, Arthur had ran up the first few feet of the mast only to jump over Allegra's head and move his foot to trip Allegra. She suddenly fell onto the deck, dropping her sword in the process before cursing loudly to herself. She looked up at Arthur with a shocked expression, seeing as he was the only person to ever beat her in a swordfight.

"I was hoping that I wouldn't have to break a sweat or even use that move against you, but you cease to amaze me," he explained, standing over Allegra with his sword pointed towards her face. Allegra rolled her eyes and pouted, her head fuming from being beaten. Arthur sheathed his sword and held out a hand for her, to which she let out a sigh before taking it and being helped up. She didn't pay any attention to the massive amount of sailors watching the fight, but rather the look of triumph on Arthur's face.

How the hell did he beat me!? I've never seen anyone do that in their lives!

[Cloudsong]

The day went by quickly for Marcel. And though by the end he was exhausted from the work, he felt still content to be back at sea, and the only thing that dampened his spirits was when he remembered Allegra, and how she was going to be spending all of her time with Arthur. So he pushed it out of his mind, not wanting to thinking about it, really. He didn't want his first day back to be ruined with such thoughts. Because in the back of his mind, he knew that he really could trust her, but another part of him reminded him that she really wasn't obligated to be with him, and they weren't together at all. Perhaps they had kissed, but so had she and Arthur, even if it was just acting.

He had been given the night off, and he slowly descended the stairs, approaching the cabin that had been assigned for him. His mind was whirling, and felt fuzzy from exhaustion. As he looked around the narrow hallway, he wondered what they would be doing at that moment; he hadn't seen her at all since they had left the port. Then again, the captain didn't usually come out of his room to mingle with his sailors, and since Allegra was going to stay with him, he felt unsure on how they would see each other.

The room that had been assigned to him was at the end of the hallway, and the carved number in the door was very faint and worn from so many years of use. Shrugging, he turned the brass doorknob and went in, closing the door behind him. His eyes widened, however, as he saw who - or rather what was in there.

(Lol yeah.. I'll continue it in my next post :3)