Pirate!EnglandXReader Oneshot -Pirate for Pirate-

Notes:
-Alrighty! ^^ So I finally reached 100 watchers. Woot! And as a reward for my 100th watcher, I let them request something, and they chose a Pirate!England X Reader where kidnapping is involved~. I'm going to make it a Oneshot, but I'll try and make it a good one. Oh, and for {The Wanted} watchers, I'm working on the next chapter as we speak ^^ Almost done!
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Across the seven seas of the world, word began to spread like a wildfire. Most of the pirate population had heard of a great treasure within a once-great kingdom located on a bizarre island. The riches and treasures the kingdom possessed were astonishing, sure to set a man and his entire crew for a life of fame and fortune. There was even rumor of a fair maiden, the perfect age for marriage. Any pirate was going to try their hand at riches and women, it was instinct. But for Captain Arthur Kirkland, this was destiny slapping a challenge in front of his face; this was a challenge he was going to accept.

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"Captain! I see land ahead! We can't be much farther from shore," a man shouted down from his place in the Bird's nest, telescope in hand. The British captain revealed himself from his position of his quarters, his hat perched atop his head, the bunch of feathers flowing in the breeze elegantly. His emerald eyes gazed out across the water, seeing the shore of a rather large island with enormous mountains in the middle. It was massive, yet it had a peaceful aura around it.

"Careen over there by those trees. We'll land and send teams of five to search. We'll meet back here at sundown to assess what we have found," he spoke, his accent thick and making him sound more professional. He was a pirate, sure, but he was also quite the gentleman at times; though he still knew when to act like a pirate.

Walking down the wooden boards of the ship, his heavy black boots echoed loudly, sounding even more when he descended the flight of stairs, his thick red coat fluttering behind him. His eyes swept over his crew, searching for the four best to take along with him in their search. "I want you," he pointed a broad man, "you," his finger moved to his Helmsman, "you," his outstretched finger landed on a slightly aged man for wisdom, "and you," he smiled at the last, a young boy, about the age of 18, who hadn't been a pirate for very long. Well, he wasn't a "boy", but compared to the other rugged man around, he might as well have been a child. The boy's posture straightened as his bright eyes widened a little.

"Me, sir?" he asked, pointing shakily to himself. He had never had the opportunity to even speak to the captain, and he was wanting him for something?

Arthur chuckled, "Absolutely. This will be the perfect way to get you whipped into a pirate," his grin remained as he ruffled the boy's hair. The boy could only smile at his luck.

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The ship creaked and groaned against the sand as they beached, sliding up against the shore. The men gripped the sides, waiting for it to come to a halt. When the ship stopped moving, the men all gave a loud cheer and jumped off the sides in their groups. Arthur had his own men set a plank out, and he casually strolled down onto the wet sand. His hands were on his hips, watching his men take their paths straight into the thick jungle ahead of them. With a grin, he turned to face his other four.

"Here's what we're going to do. We'll go this way until he find any signs of inhabitation, and when we do, we'll follow it until we find that kingdom," he explained, getting a cheer from his men. "And then, we'll take those riches! And find the maiden!" he called, clenching his fist in front of him with a determined look, causing his men to cheer louder. "Now, onward!" he spoke, pointing towards a less dense area of the jungle. He began to march towards, his men following him closely.

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"Captain! I found something," the younger man spoke, showing the others what looked like a pitcher for water. "What do you think it is?"

"If I had to say, I'd say whoever lives on this island must use the seawater for somethin'," the older man spoke behind his beard. "And this is how they get it to their homes."

"Great find, my boy," Arthur patted the boy on his back. "Now, we have to follow this trail," he spoke, showing them where the foliage had been matted down, most likely by feet.

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Nearly three hours went by. The humidity of the jungle was exhausting, but it was oddly starting to become more tolerable for the group. That must have meant they were getting closer to normal land.

As they stepped out of the thick jungle-like area, they came face to face with a small village at least a mile from them. They're eyes lit up, they had found natives.

"Let's go down there and see if they're friendly," the British captain ordered, getting nods of agreement from his men. They all followed him as he began his trek across the rocks and plants, towards the small village. There weren't as many people as he thought, and the closer he got, the smaller he realized it was. It was only about seven houses large, and they were houses made from sticks, plants, and ferns. He could see a few small children running around, as well as a few elder looking people. This didn't surprise him, but what did, was that they had very white skin.

When they finally stepped into the village, the small group froze, their eyes wide. Arthur cleared his throat. "Ahoy, peaceful villagers. My name is Captain Kirkland, and I need to ask you a few questions," he spoke slowly, in case they didn't understand the language.

An elderly woman spoke, "Whatever you want, we don't have it. If you're looking for the gold, it's not here."

"Do you know where we could find it?" he asked her in as kind of a voice as he could muster. They finally had someone who could give them information; it was best to not ruin this chance.

"Over that hill. You will find a stone structure, like a castle. In there is our leader, his wife, and their daughter," she explained. Arthur took off his hat and bowed respectively to her before straightening and fixing his hat.

"Thank you," he spoke, motioning for his men to follow him as he followed the woman's finger, pointing them in the right direction.

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After a short while, they stood in front of two massive doors, leading into a rather large looking castle, compared to the island. It must have taken years to complete.

"I'll go in, and you all follow me in case something happens," the captain instructed, opening the doors by pushing on them both. They creaked open, revealing a long walkway of red carpet, filthy with dust and dirt. This was most definitely an old castle.

"Halt! Who goes there?!" an angry voice sounded, followed by a group of footsteps. Arthur squinted his eyes towards the end of the hallway, seeing another door burst open to reveal what looked like normal people with swords. They didn't have any special clothing, but they didn't look as bad off as the villagers. "No one is allowed to enter without the consent of our lord!"

"I may not have the consent, but I did come a very long ways," Arthur grinned, unsheathing his own sword. He heard a few gasp "pirates!" before seeing them angrily charging. Chuckling, Arthur gripped his sword, pointing it to the group. "Looks like it's play time."

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Arthur's foot pressed against the first man's chest, getting a few wheezy coughs. "So, are you going to tell me where that lord of yours is?~" he cooed, grinning down at the man. The man growled, lifting a shaky finger towards the door they came from.

"It's… the room at the end… to the left," he panted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Arthur didn't kill any of the men; he just made sure they stayed down while he did what he needed to do.

"Thank you," he grinned, taking his foot off. With that, he waved his hand for his group to follow as they made their way to the door. There, he threw it open rather loudly, looking both ways to see two paths; one to the right and one to the left. Smiling, he turned to the left, taking a few steps and stopping.

"I'll take pipsqueak here if you three want to see what's in that room," he grinned, getting excited nods from the three others. While they took off, Arthur looked down at the boy, seeing his scared look. "What's wrong, boy?"

The male looked down, "I just… I don't feel like I'm cut out to be a pirate. I mean, I've done nothing to help. Back there with those guys, I just put you in more danger because I don't know how to fight," he sighed, dejected. Arthur gave him a pitiful look.

"Don't feel that way. Being a pirate takes time and experience. This is just the rough sailing through the storm," he grinned, "before you sail through the eye." The boy looked up at him with a happy smile, nodding his head. "Now, let's go talk to that lord about his treasure," he grinned, turning back towards the large red door.

His footsteps echoed as he neared, his white gloved hands reaching out to push the door open on contact. When they felt the cold metal, he gave a rough push, sending the doors wide open. Before his eyes were two elder people, most likely in their 50s. The man was dressed in elegant fabric, the woman in an astonishing silky dress. They sat in their chairs, encrusted with gold, staring wide eyed at the British man.

"Guards!" the man stood abruptly, glaring down at Arthur as his grin widened.

"Don't worry, I took care of them. I wanted this to be as peaceful as I could make it," he spoke, stepping closer.

"We know what you want. Many a pirate has already tried to take our gold," he spoke, grumbling, "and you may have some. We have enough to last us, and we're growing tired of always being ambushed and attacked."

Arthur's eyes grew wide, not believing what he just heard. "You're just going to give up? Not fight or anything?"

Suddenly the woman's eyes met the boy behind him, her breath hitching in her throat. "Oh my, such a handsome young man you have with you," she spoke sadly, standing. Slowly, she stepped away from her chair, moving closer to the pair.

"Dear! Don't get any closer to those pirates," her husband warned. She turned back to him, a pleading look in her eyes before turning once again to the young boy.

"Please, how old are you?" she asked him, stopping once she was a good few feet away from her chair. The boy looked at her with confused eyes.

"I'm 18," he replied to her.

"Let me go, you brute!" suddenly sounded an enraged woman's voice from down the hall. Arthur quickly turned around, seeing the large, muscular man holding a (hair color) haired woman who was thrashing angrily against his grip, stepping on his toes with her heels. Groaning at the pain, the suddenly released her as she elbowed him in the side. She went reeling forward, straight towards Arthur. Seeing this, he reached out and took hold of her wrist, bringing her closer as he grabbed hold of her other wrist, making her face him. "Release me at once," she hissed at him, her (color) eyes narrowed to slits.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he grinned, looking back at the parents as they held scared looks on their faces.

"Please, don't hurt our _____! She's our only child!" the mother cried as the father put his arm around her waist.

"Mother! I can take of myself," she growled before turning her attention back to the smirking pirate.

"Only child huh?" Arthur asked.

"Yes. When _____ was a few years old, my wife gave birth to a baby boy. However, he developed some kind of disease, and he… didn't make it," he spoke sadly. "Ever since, we've been fearful of another child."

The woman looked at the young boy, seeing the uncomfortable and frightened look in his eyes. "And you… you remind me of him so much," she spoke quietly. The boy looked pained by this. He had been raised by his single mother, and even so, was never around. The things she had to do to keep him supported and raise him, he didn't want to think about.

Arthur looked at their gazes, thinking of something. "I think I have a plan that will not only work out in favor for me, but for you as well," he spoke. With that, the two elder parents looked at him with question in their eyes. "How about we do a little swap with _____ and my little pirate here?" he proposed, looking at the boy.  The boy looked uncertain, but his attention remained on the two parents in front of him. He always wanted a family, and they always wanted a son. Would it work out?

"I… I will agree to this, Captain. For you," he spoke, looking over to Arthur. _____'s eyes widened, looking back at her own parents. They were just going to throw her away because she wasn't a boy? It was true they weren't the best of parents, but she was human as well; she had feelings of her own.

"Then it's settled," the older man spoke loudly, holding his wife close as he looked at the boy.

"You're just going to get rid of me?! Just like that?" the girl asked in annoyance. "I'm your daughter! You can't do this!" she cried, fighting against the captain's hold.

"I think it's a little late now," Arthur grinned, releasing her wrists, only for his hands to grab onto her waist and hoist her up onto his shoulder. She kicked and pounded against his back.

"Unhand me! Gah, let me go!" she growled, trying to push herself off.

"Now, now, love~ You're being a bit naughty for my liking," he grinned, turning to the parents, who were now with the younger boy. The woman put her hand to his forehead, pushing some of his bangs out of his face to look at his eyes and smile. The boy turned back to his captain and smiled. "Take care, ol' boy. Maybe someday we'll stop by and visit," he waved to them, turning on his heel and heading out of the room. Behind him the other two crew members were packing half their weight in gold trinkets, cups, jewelry, and coins.

~

"Mangy pirate, put me down!" _____ demanded, still not giving up on her fight. By now they were on the beach, heading for the ship. Arthur saw the cold water ahead of him, and grinned.

"Only since you asked so nicely~" he sang, dropping the girl into the water. She cried at the sudden cold, her thin dress drenched in salty water.

"D-damn you!" she shivered slightly, quickly getting up. Arthur saw how the fabric clung to her body nicely.

"That's not going to work, my dear. Seems we'll have to get you a different change of clothes," he grinned, grabbing her wrist and dragging her to the plank and up onto the deck of the ship. "How about I show you where you'll be staying?" he spoke, dragging her up the flight of stairs towards his quarters.

"I will not be sleeping the same room as you," she frowned, tearing her wrist from his grip. Suddenly, the ship began to move, being pulled in by the tide. He saw most of his men were already on the ship, and some were still getting in. But he still had everyone. What perfect timing.

"Then I suppose you'll want to stay with some deprived, drunken men in their rooms? They'll be really excited now that we're the richest ship around," he assured, opening the door to his room. Her eyes widened, her cheeks tinted red. She then narrowed them in a pout.

"You have a point. But you better not try anything," she warned, making her way through the open door. Arthur followed her with a smirk.

"I won't. I'll just do my best in making you a pirate. My pirate~"

T H E ~ E N D