~Canto del mar~
*Pirate!Spain X Cross!Dresser!Reader*
"Capitan!" the Spanish crew yelled after their captain,grithing their teeth at the blonde male who captured him.
Stepping onto the plank which bounded the two ships,his own one,La Perla del Sur and the British rather large one,Royal Navy,the tanned male kept his head down in shame,not even caring if he was to miss a step and fall into the ocean.It was a better fate than being under the infamous' pirate's order - nothing seemed worse than this.
Urging him to continue his walk,the blonde male pushed him from behind,causing the Spanish pirate to fall into his knees in front of the laughing mass.
The British crew grew wild as their captain - Arthur Kirkland - triumphantly stepped onto the wooden dock,a cocky smirk planted onto his handsome face.
The plank between the two ships was shortly thrown into the ocean's depts by one of Kirkland's crew mates,separing the Spanish people from their obedient leader.
Arthur only did to snap his fingers and two men came by his side,taking the Spaniard into his new home - a humid cell,the air salty and heavy,cold taking over the atmosphere,as well as sun's light didn't even peeked its head into the forgotten place.
The brown haired male didn't complain though - he kept silent the entire time,accepting his defeat - and the thing itself infuriated the British captain,who growled,not satisfied by the change of attitude.
Arthur was on the verge to snap at his prisoner - though when a curious pair of (e/c) eyes begged him not to do what he wanted to,all the angel leaked through his boots,his facial muscles dropping low,as he gave a soft smile towards the petite form,leaving the Spaniard to bear the mute silence.
As time passed by,Antonio found the silence more unbearable than a friend.If he had to choose in between getting beaten to the pulp by Kirkland and going on this painful torture,he certainly would have choosen the first,because he was at least able to ripost at his action.
Adding the fact that the nights were freezing cold and the thin blanket couldn't preserve his body temperature,enduring the salt biting at his skin and the lack of light making him look pale,made him truly sick - not to mention the horrible plate which the British crew called food.
One day though,things changed.The first thing that Antonio could recept was the pure,raw light of the sun and the smell of well cooked food.
Too weak to move a muscle,the Spaniard waited for the person,hearing the cell being unlocked and the screech of the rotten hinges in the background as the delicate steps grew closer.
A soft,warm palm was placed upon the male's cold forhead,a blessing in moments like that,after weeks of having to deal with the cold and the humid.
The person carefully brought his head up,the wet,cold water hitting his dried lips.The said liquid seemed to caress the male's lungs,making him regain his voice and breath.
Glacing from his position with half lidded jade green eyes at the person who treated him like no one else did before,he could see how the small being prepared feeding him the food,after placing the warm blankets upon his tired form.
"It's okay,mister Carriedo!" the petite male assured him,smiling delicately towards him.
Those were the first reassuring words he received in so many weeks of torture - which seemed years to the Spanish male - and he was sure that everything was going to be just fine from now on.
Hearing the boots against the upper deck,the (h/c) froze on the spot,already knowing the punishment of even trying to help the former captain to recover his forces.
(Name) bowed towards Antonio,giving him an apologetical look before leaving the small,muddy cell - though she left the door open,so that the Spanish male could at least see forms playing against the wooden walls of the ship,a mixture of ruby reds,sapphire blues,golden yellows and emerald greens - the colours of the treasures he possesed a time ago.
Time flew smoothly when the female kept the Spaniard company - though,what really brothered him was the fact that it was going by too fast,leaving him alone in his bitter solitude.
Those silent hours of the night,Antonio dreamt of (Name)'s delicate touch,her soft (e/c) eyes which held a loving expression,the fragility of her own being - and he found himself asking how could such a wonderful being live among those drunk bastards.
"Oy,chica!" Antonio spoke,putting aside the plate which still held food.
"Yes Tony?" (Name) asked,her curious,glimmering (e/c) eyes upon the tanned male.
"Not that I mind ... But why are you always coming to visit me?" the brown haired captain questioned,feeling stupid for doing so.
"Well,I couldn't have possibly leave you here to die!I would have done this for anybody else!" the (h/c) responded,feeling her cheeks burn as the jade gaze pierced through her soul.
"Really?With the actual risk of Kirkland getting you and punishing you the way he does?That's a thing I can't believe!" the male crossed his hands over his chest,cocking a brown eyebrow.
(Name) bowed her head down,nervously playing with the edge of her baggy white shirt,not knowing how to respond at the male's statement.Of course she wouldn't have risked her life for anybody - but the Spanish male captured her whole attention.
Antonio chuckled as silence interposed between them two,capturing the female into a tight embrace,applying a soft kiss against the delicate skin of her neck.
"Even if you dress as a boy,it's plain obvious you are a chica!" the male whispered in her ear,causing her to melt in his embrace.
"Do you want to escape from here and go back to your crew?" (Name) seriously asked,placing her hands onto the male's white shirt.
"That would be wonderful...though,how?It's not as if Arturo would set me free!" Antonio replied,still not getting her point.
"He would.If you have something very precious to him!" the (h/c) explained,a spark burning into her once soft eyes.
"Like what?A jewel?" the male questioned,patiently waiting for the answer.
"No.A female.Arthur's little sister. (Name) (Last Name) Kirkland!" (Name) smiled at him,the pressure of his embrace loosening.
"Que?" Antonio gaped his mouth in amazement,not believing the fact that indeed the petite female was his worst enemy's sister - and the love of his life.
"I am not going to use you as a way of escaping,(Name)!" the Spaniard protested,retreating his arms from around her waist.
"Why not?This is the only way you can get back to La Perla!" the female protested,obviously flustred.
"Because ... Te amo,chiquita!I wouldn't forgive myself if you were to even get a small scar from all of this!" he explained,tracing the delicate jaw with the edges of his fingers.
"I love you too Antonio!But please,come back to your senses and accept this.My brother wouldn't allow me to be with you.Fight for me!Por favor!" (Name) pleaded,finding the male's tanned hand and putting a tight grip upon it.
"Muy bien!" Antonio finally agreed,a sigh escaping his lips.
He captured the female's small form,throwing her onto his shoulder,walking out of the sickening cell.Taking the first sword he met in his way,the Spaniard winked towards (Name),announcing that the play was to begin.
"Put me down in this instant,bastard!" the female yelled at the top of her lungs,capturing the whole's crew attention - but especially the captain's,whose eyes grew wide.
The sight of his precious sister in Carriedo's hands made him pale and sick - though he reacted,and unshatted his sword,ready to ripost.
"Leave her alone,Carriedo!I'll give you whatever you want in exchange!" Arthur yelled,obviously worried about the female's state.
"Well,well!It seems that destiny has changed everything,hasn't it,Kirkland?Now you are the one depending on me!As tempting your offer sounds,I'll have to say no.I'm keeping the chica!" the Spaniard's face morphed into a cocky smile,widening as he heard the yell of his crew requesting their captain back.
"Now,if you excuse me!I'll have to take my rarest jewel to the collection!" he laughed,keeping a tight grip both on the rope and the female's body,returning onto the deck of La Perla del Sur.
"Give her back,Carriedo!" the blonde barked,angrily placing his hands onto the edge of his ship.
"Oy,Arturo,look at this!" were the last words cutting through the air before the Spaniard planted his hands in (Name)'s tender flesh,bringing her into a passionate kiss under the emerald green gaze of her brother - cocking his head to the side to get a better angle at the female's mouth,he pressed onto her lower back,causing her to moan loudly.
The British captain fumed at the scene,his cheeks painted scarlett from anger,as he yelled curse words towards Antonio.
"Nos volveremos a encontrar,te lo prometo!" the Spaniard yelled from his ship,still keeping (Name)'s body dangerously close to his only to mock the Brit.
Whistling to the crew,one of his mates brought up the Spanish flag as they already sat sail,going to God knew where,leaving behind the English people.
"Well,mi corazon,you are now the reina of this ship.So,what do you want to call it?" Antonio smiled towards the female,wind blewing softly through their locks.
"El canto del mar!" (Name) simply answered,a gentle smile tucking at the corner of her lips as the turquoise ocean developed under her (e/c) gaze.
"El canto del mar!Not bad,mi amor!I have to acknowledge I enjoy it myself!" the Spaniard said,his words flewing into the salty wind,water lapping at the lower edges of the ship transforming into foam,the red and golden yellow flag fluttering above,making the others aware of the fact captain's Carriedo and (Last Name)'s ship was crossing the ocean from the beginning until the end of it.