Aph - Most Precious to Me

Most Precious To Me

" Aye Capt'n!  I've spot the enemy!  A Spanish ship straight ahead!" A crew member shouted from as he climbed higher to get a closer look, just to be sure he was correct.  Captain Arthur Kirkland hated when anyone wasted some of his valuable time, especially when someone had miscalculated the ships direction or just assumed it was an enemy, and if they did, they got all hell afterward.  Captain Kirkland walked across the creaky planks that lined the ships floor, his polished boots thunkling along. His jade green eyes sparkled in the sunlight in opportunity of attacking Spain, his long term enemy.  His wild grin spread from one ear to the other, just waiting to holler out his favorite words.  He folded his arms across his chest, his bright red jacket flowing in the breeze.  He took off his pitch black feathered hat, letting his blonde hair flow in the wind.
" Make a sharp turn, this instant!" he commanded his crew, who saluted him, which was a signal of recognition of the order.  The captain laughed, ready for battle.  The Spanish ship was still headed in their direction, which was a good sign.  He put his feathered hat back on, straightening it out on his head.  He turned back to his cabin, ready to get his trusty pistol.  " Load the cannons, boys," he directed before going into the cabin.  The ship was still turning 'round, the side with the cannons ready to block the passageway of the Spanish ship.
Captain Kirkland closed the door of his cabin, searching for his trusty pistol, but found a picture of himself with Alfred, the youngster whom was his adopted little brother.  He picked up the picture and quickly held it to his chest, closing his eyes and smiling, then set the picture back down.  He dug through the cabin, eventually finding the pistol.  He hid the picture far back in a drawer, where none of the crew were to find it.  It was the only thing he could bring to remind him of his precious little brother.  He stayed a moment more before leaving the cabin.
" Capt'n!  We got the cannons loaded!  We are turned perpendicular to the Spanish ship!  Do we shoot yet?" one crew member shouted to the Captain as soon as he was outside of his cabin.  The captain stood still for a few silent moments, waiting for a response from the other ship, but none was coming, not to their knowledge at least.  Suddenly, they heard someone jump up on the edge of the Spanish ship, ready to see what was going on.
To Captain Kirkland's delight, it was Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo standing on the side of his own ship.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo nearly fell backward, almost landing on the planks of his ship in shock to see Captain Kirkland.
" Now what the hell are you doing on my seas?!" Captain Fernandez Carriedo shouted to Captain Kirkland, angered to see him.  Captain Kirkland simply smirked, crossing his arms across his chest once more.
" Well, now that's not fair, this sea hasn't been claimed, has it Antonio?  I thought this is one thing that hasn't been claimed as one's own, but I might be mistaken," Captain Kirkland shouted sarcastically.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo sneered, ready to jump on Captain Kirkland's ship and knock him out.  " If it has been claimed by you, then I might as well steal that as well," Captain Kirkland stated to him.  He was bound and determined to knock that Spanish fool down a peg or two, whether it be with words or with bullets, he could do both.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo had his ax in hand, a red stripe of cloth hanging from it.
" Tch, just like you, Arthur!  When I get over there, your whole ship will fall into my hands!" Captain Fernandez Carriedo threatened Captain Kirkland, whom didn't seemed phased in the least bit.  He merely smirked, knowing that Captain Fernandez Carriedo was not able to do so.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo's 'Invincible Armada' was almost defeated, both Captain's sensing their limit was soon to break.  Captain Kirkland jumped up the side of his vessel, mimicking Captain Fernandez Carriedo.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo snickered at the Brit, clearly showing his anger while Captain Kirkland stayed calm when confronting his enemy.  The British captain jumped with ease onto the Spanish vessel, making it so that Captain Kirkland and Captain Fernandez Carriedo are side by side, facing opposite of each other.  Captain Kirkland had a surefire plan as to make the Spanish Captain surrender, drawing out his pistol slickly.  Captain Kirkland jumped on deck and ran down to Captain Fernandez Carriedo's own cabin, where he knew he had kept his most precious treasure.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo quickly realized his plan and rushed to his cabin, but he found that he had already his precious treasure.
" Let go of me, dammit!  Spain rescue me!  C-chigi!" a small little Lovino shouted, kicking his legs for the British pirate to let go of him.  Captain Kirkland held the pistol to the young one's temple, his hand on the trigger.  Captain Kirkland's smirk just spelled out evil, more evil than any other pirate that Captain Fernandez Carriedo has ever met, but this business was not a cake walk.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo looked in horror, wanting to snatch up his little treasure, but he would risk Lovino's life if had done so for he knew as soon as he would take a step, a bullet would be threw his head.  " S-Spain!  Don't just stand there like an idiot, you can take him!  P-please!  C-c-chigiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Lovino begged him, making Captain Fernandez Carriedo's heart ache even more.  'No...why would he touch him...?  He's the most precious thing to me...damn it...that fucking Arthur!  Lovino...why little Lovino?' Captain Fernandez Carriedo thought to himself, trying to make a decision.  A sweat drop poured down his face, trying to figure out the best way to save Lovino's life.  'Y-you'll be safe Lovino...don't worry, please believe in your boss,' Captain Fernandez Carriedo thought again, wishing he could say it aloud.
" Arthur, how would you feel if I did this to your precious colony America?  If Alfred was in this situation?" Captain Fernandez Carriedo tested Captain Kirkland, who just stood there, dumbfounded by his question.  His heart sank, thinking how horrible it would feel if it happened to his own little brother.  Captain Kirkland's heart raced, getting more and more tense by each awkward, silent moment in the cabin.  While Captain Kirkland was standing wide-eyed, just imaging what would all run through his head if Alfred was in the same situation, his grip loosened on Lovino, making him able to squeeze out of his grip.  Lovino ran behind Captain Fernandez Carriedo, gripping the captain's pant-leg.  He whimpered, wishing that the blonde-haired captain wouldn't try to kill him again.  Captain Kirkland's hands dropped to his sides and he looked straight at Captain Fernandez Carriedo.  Captain Fernandez Carriedo face seemed indifferent, masking all of his anger, anxiety and fear.  Captain Kirkland's expression was mournful, regretting doing that to the child.  The silence remained for a few agonizing moments for Captain Kirkland, the little tot staring at him with horrified eyes.  He could only imagine the look of terror and the fear inside Alfred if Captain Fernandez Carriedo would have done exactly what he had done.
Captain Kirkland walked past Captain Fernandez Carriedo slowly, not looking him in the eye.  " You won't get off easy next time, Antonio," the captain whispered, not audible for little Lovino to hear.  He walked on the deck and back tracked to his own ship.  " Go back to port," he yelled to the crew, whom turned the ship back around.  The crew looked at each other with puzzled expressions, wondering why they were leaving their enemy be without a scratch.  Captain Kirkland needed to go somewhere and he wanted to get their as soon as possible.  The ship reached the port and Captain Kirkland jumped off the ship, without any lowering of planks to get onto the deck of the port.  He ran across the port to his considerably smaller ship, with only him as his crew.  He set off to America, bound and determined to see his own little tike once more.  He didn't bother changing out of his current attire like he usually did when he was visiting little Alfred.
It took him days to arrive at America, but it was well worth the trip in his eyes.  He ran on the shore of the fairly new world, running the full length to the the fields of grass where little Alfred was found every time Arthur came to visit him.  Arthur found Alfred sitting the grass, as usual, with the little black and white bunny he was seen with the first time they met.
Alfred looked up to his superior, surprised and filled with glee to see him.  Alfred ran up to him, hugging his legs, not expecting him there.  Arthur bent down and picked him up, raising him high above, making Alfred giggle.  He lowered him to chest height, where he was able to kiss his forehead.  America put his hands around England, trying to hug him as well as he could.  He embraced his own treasure tightly, reminding him why he let go of Antonio's treasure.