Pirate!England x Gifted!Reader Part 4

A/N: Please read the description! Kiitos~!

(Still) Captain Kirkland's POV

    I tapped the tip of my boot on the poor quality deck. I'm not the most patient person, in fact, I'm far from it. He didn't go take a nap, did he? My question was answered by the sound of stumbling, shouting, and the wooden door being slammed on its old hinges, probably for the millionth time. This is a rough and tough crew...

     The first thing to walk, more like tumble, out of the door is a... girl? What's a girl doing aboard a ship like this?

     "Move you little (NYA! I can't cuss, sorry, so... enter cuss here... or not)!" The captain hollered at the girl, shoving her forward. 

     I narrowed my eyes, that's no way to treat a lady! I'm a pirate, but I'm a gentleman at heart. 

     The shove knocked the girl to the floor with a loud thud. But the cruel captain wasn't done just yet, he grabbed her by her (h/l) dirty (h/c) hair and lifted her off the deck.

     "A trade, captain. This lass has a gift," he turned back to the girl on the floor, "show 'em or I'll beat you again!" 

     The girl visibly flinched at the vicious words. I gritted my teeth and balled up my fists.

     I somehow kept my composure and broke in before anything else could happen. "That won't be necessary, I accept your offer." 

     The rivaling "captain" sneered, "We're going soft now are we?"

     The rim of my hat dipped, shading my eyes from the afternoon sun and any glances casted my way. "We can both walk away from this or just my crew and me. Your choice really." I almost growled at him. 

     He swallowed nervously, shaking his head. 

     "Good. Alfred!" I hollered at my highly trusted first mate. He briskly strolled over the deck, as he neared I jerk my head to the girl who I have apparently traded this ship (and crew for that matter) for. He gently picked up her frail body and started to walk back to my ship. 

     By now, the rest of my men had boarded my ship again and were waiting for instructions. I graciously leaped back on the sturdy deck of my vessel and kicked away the wooden plank that connected our ships. (He has more, don't you worry) My boots made consistent thuds as I walked to the edge and leaned over the rail.

     "Good luck!" I snickered loudly. "You'll definitely need it!" 

     As the distance between the two vessels widened, I stayed at the rail, listening to him curse at me like a... well, like a sailor. (the puns so far, yay or nay?) 

     When I could no longer hear and see him. I turned to walk to the main cabin. 

     Now, let's see about that girl...