Pirate!England x Gifted!Reader Part 6

Warning: Slight language because of a certain British pirate. He is a pirate after all, and a British one at that.

Your POV

     You awoke to the feeling of softness surrounding you. Not wanting to open your eyes in case this was a dream, you dragged your finger tips across the surface of the plush. Everything was warm and fluffy... like a cloud or something...

     Mmm... it's warm and soft here... am I floating on a cloud in the morning sun rays?

     Slowly you opened your (e/c) eyes to bright, yet soft, sunlight. You stayed still for a moment, blinking to get your eyes used to the light. Once your eyes adjusted, you took a good look around yourself. You sat upon a light (f/c) bed with the same color blanket and white pillows. The window that let in all the bright light was a round port hole with an iron frame, bolts decorating the outsides. The whole room that you were in seemed to be constructed of wood, with few pictures or much of anything except for a dresser, and the entire chamber was rocking back and forth lightly.

     Suddenly, the memories of the day before flooded your awakened mind. You were taken on another ship, that explains why everything was luxurious, but what would happen now?

     You tried to slip off the warm bed, but your movements were slightly restricted. Looking down at your torso, arms, and legs, your eyes caught sight of white bandaging that was lightly stained with red. You brushed your fingers on the smooth bandages, wondering who had this amount of skill to apply them as perfectly as they were.

     All the new information and a few wounds caused your bandaged head to ache dully, but you ignored it as you carefully swung your legs off the side of the mattress. You slipped off the bed and landed solidly with a gentle thud. You raised your head as your gaze swept across your room for a second time as you walked to the door. Your bandaged hand hovered above the brass doorknob, your mind in a whirling chaos debating on whether to open the door or not.

     Your mind didn't come to a conclusion before the door swung open on its own, causing you to step back in surprise. On the other side a man started slightly down at you.

     He wore a red and black pirate captain's hat with a gold trim and white plume upon his messy, golden hair. A blood red coat that trailed down to his knees (in the back) almost covered his white undershirt with ruffles and his brown pants (I have no idea what those things are called). Cuffs with a single golden button on each ended his sleeves, and a duo of black leather gloves covered his pale hands. A belt equipped with a gun and sword sat at his waist and a pair of brown lace up boots concluded his outfit.

     But what caught your eye wasn't his outfit, but his shimmering emerald green eyes. They were like perfectly cut gems that held the true color of the deepest forests. You found yourself mesmerized in said orbs...


Captain Kirkland's POV

     I wanted to see how the girl was doin- er I mean, check up on the girl. The sun had risen already, spreading light on my passed out crew. I hope the party didn't disturb her...

     I froze in front of the door, my gloved hand suspended above the golden bronze doorknob.

     Should I just open the door? Maybe I should knock... I wonder if she's awake. I wonder what color her eyes are... Bloody hell what I am I standing around for!?

     I sucked in a breath of air and turned the doorknob. The first thing I saw was the very girl my mind constantly thought about. Her stance told me she just took a step back, as if she was going to open the door. For a second, her (e/c) eyes scanned me until they locked with my own green eyes.

     Her (e/c) pools seemed to whirl and spin in a hypnotic way... My gloved hand unconsciously rose to cup her cheek, when suddenly she moved back and raised her arms to defend herself.

     What happened to her?


Your POV

     Your eyes locked with his for a second, catching you off your guard. You couldn't move, you were entranced by his emerald eyes. Out of the corner of your eyes, you watched his glove hand raise to your face, snapping you back to reality.

     You quickly backed away and raised your arms in self defense, expecting a slap, or a hit, or something. But you felt nothing. Out of curiosity, you peeked through your arms. His gaze was soft and held some sort of emotion you couldn't place exactly. Sadness maybe? Pity? Empathy?

     Intrigued, you lowered your arms to stare at him once again.

     You opened your mouth to speak...