Pirate!UKXReader Pt. 3

The whole ship was a giant labyrinth, or it was just that I was too stupid to find my way around. I was too irritated about not remembering my past to listen to Heracles try giving me directions. If I could just cool down, then I wouldn't appear so foolish in front of my friend. But to believe I belonged to Captain Bushy-Brows was something that continued to make my anger thrive. It clouded my sense of my surroundings and I ended up in a place I've been not too long before. Being agitated and furious at the same time wasn't a good mix, I was afraid Heracles would leave because of it, so I tried to hide my feelings as best as I could.

Then I found myself standing on the deck where only a few pirates were working at their computers and Alfred was behind the wheel. Heracles became his cat-form and pawed at my leg so that I would hold him. I picked him up before walking over to the man steering the ship since he seemed to be better company than the others. He regarded me with a smile and I felt somewhat better.

"Y'know the captain has been looking fer ye?"

"Frankly I don't give a damn," I rubbed Heracles head as he purred loudly, "Captain Bushy-Brows can look for someone else."

Alfred laughed, "He's dead set on yer pretty face, miss. When ye have been searching fer one woman fer six years, ye will hold onto her forever once she's been found."

"Why does he want me anyways?"

"It's late, and this ship has no more rooms to spare. Captain Kirkland would like ye to join him in his room if not someone else's."

"I'd rather have eyebrows like him than share his bed," I muttered.

"Suit yerself, but sleeping on the floor will ruin your muscles by the time you awaken. I had to do it as punishment for dumping the captain's tea in a place called the Boston Harbor."

By the time Heracles led me to the captain's quarters, I was exhausted. Captain Kirkland eyed me with amusement plastered on that butt-ugly face of his. He watched me toss the nightgown meant for me to wear aside and start going through his dresser. I found sweatpants and a t-shirt—something of this time period—before heading off to change in the bathroom.

"Someone's not in a good mood," Arthur exclaimed loudly.

After tossing my clothes at that bastard, I joined Heracles on the bed and we stayed as close to the side as we could. His purring was more comforting to me than the captain's presence as he lied on the other side of the bed. With no shirt on. Softly Captain Kirkland pulled the thick red comforter higher up on me, but I shoved it back down. There was no way I'd accept his care for me! Ever! All I wanted was for him to fall asleep so that I wouldn't be afraid he'd do something perverted as I slept.

He began picking at the red sheets, "I've always wanted a bed to feel like royalty instead of the knave I used to be. Ye said ye liked the color red, so I made sure the bed had a red theme to it." Gently Arthur pulled it up high upon himself, "Is it to yer liking?"

Actually, it was. This bed felt so comfortable that I could lie here forever in never-ending sleep. The beautiful red shades of this bed-set were so enticing that I admired it greatly. Yet I wouldn't admit such a compliment to the stickler beside me. "Not even close."

"Oh…Then I shall find ye something better." Captain Kirkland turned me so that we were eye to eye, "Do ye like satin? Or something more soft than smooth?"

"I really don't care-"

His hand gripped my arm gently, "What kind of style do you have in mind? Old fashioned? Abstract? The day I first saw ye, ye were wearing a Victorian-styled dress. Would you like the bed Victorian-styled too?"

"Why does this matter?" I demanded.

"Because yer happiness is important to me."

This man was obsessed. I think that he went insane after his 'real' wife disappeared; believing I am her, he will do anything to keep me from leaving. To prevent himself from being hurt again. Of course this was just a guess, but Arthur looked at me with distress because I said that I didn't like the bed. Why did a bed have such great importance? I would never know. To be put into this situation made making decisions too difficult to make for I could either make or break his heart. Would I be able to live with myself to put the captain through misery because I hated him? Is it justified to do so?

Hesitantly I put my hand on his face so that I didn't have to see the stupid thing. He was twisting my thoughts into making me believe a life that couldn't have been mine. "I will tear your face off if you don't let me sleep," I grumbled.

"Sorry, love, I'm a bit off now that ye are here with me. Get some rest."

"I will, with or without your permission!" Angrily I shifted on the bed so that my back was facing him and I could cuddle Heracles.

Damn it! Now I couldn't fall asleep and it was all Arthur's fault! So here I lay, Heracles purring against my chest, the captain right beside me, and sleep far off in the distance. My kidnapper was most likely awake for all I knew! Just waiting for me to close my eyes and be enveloped into some strange dream my mind concocted. I bet everything I own that he was staring at me with a sly grin on his face. Knowing only too well that I was struggling to escape reality. He's so good at this shit…

Giving up, I turned to face him. Sure enough, Captain Kirkland was lying on his side while staring at my face with his green eyes wide open. He gave a small smile as I pouted. I could tell he was pleased with himself for staying awake in order to see me doing the same thing unintentionally. Son of a bitch! If only I could slap him for being so smug towards me!

"Would ye like to hear a story, love?"

Irritated, I inhaled deeply, "Depends on what it's about."

"It's about me role-model, Captain Beilschmidt. He was the most famous pirate in all of Outer Space…"

"Was?"

He nodded, "Captain Beilschmidt's noble death was told through witnesses and computer recordings. Again, would ye like to hear it?"

"…Alright."


(Some years ago) (Gilbert's POV)

I never supported the un-awesome idea of kidnapping people, only to make them fight for their lives to make a profit. Antonio and Francis tried so hard to be a part of this business but I refrained from doing so. When I threatened to tell the police, they looked upon me as their enemy. But what did I care? There was always another way of making money, and that was stealing it like the awesome professional I was. As I carried through my plan, my ex-friends tried to interfere. Shooting at my ship was the one thing that angered me the most, so I fought back with my awesomeness. Always being successful.

One time came when my ship was passing through an asteroid belt and I was ambushed. Francis and Antonio's ships fired from either side, causing tremendous damage while the lasers fired back at them did less. My men put their awesomeness on full blast and yet we all knew we wouldn't make it out alive. We decided to do as much harm to our attackers as possible before the ship was space junk. I had sent escape ships from the hangar in hopes those who were in them would fly their way to safety. Of course it took a while to force my wife to take the baby and leave, she knew there was no way I would survive if I stayed. Yet I forced her to leave with the help of a few crewmen, and I turned my back to my family, leaving them so that I could come up with a plan to save what I could.

"Sir! The computers have been overridden by the enemy! What do you want us to do?!" A crewmate shouted.

I hesitated, "Escape zhis ship any way possible. Is zhat clear?"

"But-"

"Is zhat clear?!"

"Yes, sir!"

Quickly I ran towards the long rows of escape pods, monitoring my men as they each clambered into them. Yet it didn't take long before a few shoved me into one, I threatened to kill them but I was too shaky to fight back. The worry I had for my wife and child was poking needles into my chest, making it hard to breathe. I reluctantly sat in the seat of my escape pod as my men had it prepared to be deported.

My pod shot off with coordinates to head for the closest planet possible. Yet the bright lights of the lasers made the dashboard hard to read. Then it went completely blank after my pod was hit by an enemy beam, messing up the system.

I couldn't help but smile about the situation I was in. The one man who was believed to escape death was unable to find a way out of this one. Now that my pod was heading straight for a sun, I allowed fate to guide me closer to it. Temperature rising steadily, I rested back against my seat and allowed sweat to coat my face. Then I pulled out a picture of my wife and child from my overcoat, only to admire their smiling faces. Something that I would never see again.

Tears of joy to have this photo rose to my eyes as the sun's rays made it too bright to see. "Ich liebe dich," I whispered before holding the photo against my chest as I waited for the sun to take me…


(Your POV)

"It's a sad love-story, so what?"

Arthur shrugged, "I thought it was good of Captain Beilschmidt to put everyone else before him. He was a very egotistic man, so it's hard to believe he would do such a thing when he could've gone with his family."

"Yeah, well what makes him so special? I'm sure other men have done the same thing."

"Maybe it wouldn't have been so special if Captain Beilschmidt wasn't so popular in his time."

Bored, I lied on my back to stare up at the white ceiling.

"I'm sorry fer not entertaining ye, not much information was salvaged for that story. Perhaps ye would like a different one?"

"How about you answer some questions that I have?"

"Alright, love," he whispered.

"How did you, supposedly as great as Captain Beilschmidt, end up fighting for your life at Francis and Antonio's coliseum?"

"I was at a bar and drank a bit too much, Francis was lucky to have found and kidnapped me. After a bit of fighting, I decided to let Alfred come rescue me than escape by me own means."

"Would you have killed me if Alfred hadn't come when he did?"

"Of course not! It may have been a while since we have seen each other but I would never forget yer face."

"So you're saying that even though I'm twenty-one, I have the face of my fifteen-year old self?"

Chuckling lightly, he smoothed his blonde hair back, "That's not what I meant."

"You should say what you mean," I muttered while hiding back a smile. It felt good to correct someone who has a higher rank than me, especially Captain Bushy-Brows.

"I always do, love; it's ye who needs to have enough brains to comprehend it."

"Hey!"

"Hey is for horses," Arthur reminded.

My cheeks reddened with embarrassment, "What's a horse?" I mumbled.

"Silly me, I forgot ye don't belong to me planet. Kresh may contain those of the human form but with different embodiments of life."

"That's for sure." Softly I petted Heracles, "We don't even have cats."

"It amazes me that ye remember yer planet, but from the age of fifteen and up, ye remember nothing." With a dreamy look in his eyes, the captain touched my (h/c) hair with gentle fingers. He seemed so…Lost. "I analyzed the hospital's data and there was nothing odd about yer coma. No strange medication or doctors."

Was Arthur actually crying? A tear slid down from his left eye as he continued to examine my hair. Then his hand trailed down to my neck and lifted a leather string to reveal a necklace. I don't remember ever wearing it…My eyes settled upon the charm, an emerald oval speckled with flecks of gold.


(Regular Time) (Arthur's POV)

"Mr. Kirkland?"

I set the necklace down upon my desk to look up at Janet, "Yes?"

"That's a lovely emerald necklace, who did it belong to?"

"My wife."

"Oh? I didn't know you had one." Janet gave a small smile, "I bet she liked to wear such a pretty piece of jewelry."

"She wore the necklace ever since I gave it to her."

"How come she doesn't wear it now?"

My throat tightened, "I don't know…"

"You should give it to her again someday so that you don't always look so sad."

"If only I could."