Pirate!EnglandxReader Zielcast Ch 9

The sepulchral silence reigned over the entire room while Arthur scanned the surroundings looking for the culprit; which, by the way, wasn’t all that hard to find; The young man covered in small cuts standing in the middle of two semi-conscious men clutching furiously the hilt of a sword was probably the one he was looking for.

“Ethan ______” Arthur spat while giving one of his not you again looks.

You turned around to look directly at Arthur trying to regain as much composure as you could in the process. Something told you Arthur wasn’t one to hear sides of a story, you had to act and you had to do it fast. Facing him in battle is probably the best option, who knows when I’ll be able to get another weapon plus if I beat him, I’ll gain control of the ship and finally get Zielcast back.

Having made your mind, you readied yourself to attack Arthur in hopes to catch him by surprise but suddenly, the ship seemed to be assaulted by a set of fierce waves which made it rock in an aggressive way. The abnormal rocking of the ship sent a piercing pain up your (not so recovered now) leg messing with your battle stance and making you drop your only chance of a future.      Shit!

Even when your attempt of aggression was frustrated, the Brit didn’t fail to notice your intentions and connected a good punch to your jaw, which almost sent you stumbling backwards.  He also didn’t forget to kick away the sword from you.

“Nice reflexes Kirkland.” You said while trying to put your jaw back to place; half expecting the familiar cold kiss of the metal of his blade on your neck as usual. Much to your surprise it was a gun, and to your head this time.

“I’m gettin’ tired of ye doin’ what ye please on me ship lad.”  Anger clearly dripping on each word he pronounced. “This  will be t’ last lesson im givin’ ye.”

Without wasting a single second more the blonde captain gave his orders at the top of his lungs making sure everyone on board would hear. “TIE HIM TO THE MAST, UPSIDE DOWN!”

“YES CAPTAIN” everyone replied in unison.

Took you no time to feel people grabbing and pulling you up above the crowd; making you unable to move, all before you could fully process the situation.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” you roared once the situation you were involved had sunk in.

No one paid mind to your protests, they kept dragging you forward; outside of the dinner room and onto the ship’s main deck, either cheering or mocking while doing so.

“Y-Yes T-t-tie that monster up!” Joshua’s faint trembling voice sounded on the distance.

Frustration and anger mixed within you making you unable to formulate understandable words. Argh’s and Ugh’s were all that accompanied you towards your destination.

Meanwhile a “Captain, may I speak with you?” Claimed Arthur’s attention, it was Rowen.




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You felt the heat take over your crimson face, which either anger or the blood going up your head painted it that color, you couldn’t tell by now. How long had you been up there? Letting yet another sigh you continued your watch on the people below from your peculiar perspective. There they were, everyone carrying out their daily chores in a carefree manner, they really didn’t seem to notice you hanging around a good two meters above them.

“How does it feel?” A voice called above you, catching your attention and interrupting your thoughts about how they managed to get you up there.

Making an inhuman effort to look above, you were able to figure out where the voice was coming from; the crow’s nest.

“Why don’t ye come down here and figure out for yourself, Lars.” You spat/replied to him, clearly pissed off.

“I didn’t meant that.” He clarified. “I meant, how does it feel to be feared by everyone?”

The question took you by surprise, “No idea what ye talking ´bout.” You replied in a quieter manner now.

“Sure ye don’t, everyone that’s blessed with your presence cowers in fear, and you know it. Now…”

“I wouldn’t call it fear.” You interrupted. “A better description of it would be… hate.” You added with a dark chuckle.

“Ye give no space for hate. Ye somehow are able to overpower any being with absolute fear, it’s quite a peculiar talent and it makes me curious. I always thought the life of a pirate was quite a lonely existence, but yours….” He shot back at your comment.

Curious comment coming from someone who didn’t bat an eye when he met me. “Again, no idea what ye talking about. This has always been my life, I feel nothing about it, I know of no other type of existence.” You lied through your teeth, images of your family and childhood now invading your mind; threatening with a single tear to escape from your eyes.

“Then what is it that keeps ye going? I know ye type, ye would’ve preferred the Captain kill ye than taking his orders, not that ye are doing a splendid job at it, but ye get the point. What is your objective Ethan ______.”

Since when has Lars been the chatty type?  Although.. I guess me tied up and hanging upside down two meters above the ground would be the only way someone would feel comfortable speaking with me.  “None of ye business.” You cut him off.

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“There’s something I need to do, no matter what.” You resumed with your answer, this time really giving the conversation for ended. Not willing to spill anything more. This could get dangerous.



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“Land Ho!”

Lars’ words snapped you out of the daze you had submerged yourself in for the couple of hours that passed since you ended your last conversation.

“What? We’re headed towards land?” you asked oblivious.

“Well yeah, we’ve been sailing for quite some time now and we need to restock on supplies.” Lars explained, but his tone said it really didn’t need to be explained.

“Right… we need supplies.” You replied sounding kind of stupid now. Were you on a daze or were you drugged?

So we are finally touching land…. Will I finally have a chance?..  But… wait a second! Am I staying up here?!