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Reader's POV~
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The morning sun rose through the cracks in the swaying cabin doors. The bright sunlight reflected across your ____(color) eyes. You never feel asleep that night. The idea that this pirate sleeping only a few feet from you was in love with you, seemed impossible. Yes, you had fallen in love with him, but that was one thing. A master falling in love with his slave was another. The crew could lose all respect for him. He could become vulnerable. Protecting you instead of protecting himself was not what you wanted. You wanted him to be the ruthless Captain Kirkland that you fell in love with. A weaker man would not have even caught your eye.

You sit up on your cot to stare into his eyes. What life would come for them now? A lovely couple seemed ridicules enough to be a comedy on a theater stage played for his royal highness. How could pirate captain and a slave living happily ever after? That would never happen. Still, you could never go back. You were a killer now. You had blood on your hands that stained you a criminal. Once stained you can never be clean again, not this time. Still, if two stained and twisted people joined together, maybe something beautiful could come of it like a painter putting blood to a canvas to draw a sunrise.

His eyes open and stare at yours. You felt fear in your gut. That fear of a master would never really go away. It would always be there a haunting reminder of what you lived through. Still, you knew there were secrets your captain held as well. Why did he hate Antonio so much? You knew there was a dark past there. One you knew he would tell you in time. The same way you would tell him your stories in time just like two pasts coming together to make one bloody painting of a future.

After having thought about it all night you saw two different paintings. One, you continue to live as his slave. One day killed by a raider or sold off again, dying first or seeing the captain die. That was the future no matter what you did. However, the time, the years before that day occurs are different. Before the inevitable you could life as a pirate, a slave to the Captain Kirkland or his slave lover. It would come with more challenges, and be the harder painting to paint. The brush strokes will be hard and long just like the days and obstacles in their way. It could end in at the flogging post in any over the heated argument or at the bottom of the see on a careless rescue attempt. Still, even if the harder painting is tough and might be completed sooner than the similar one. It would be extraordinary more beautiful.

“I love you too Captain Kirkland” you say with no doubt or hesitation in your shining eyes, reflecting the sunlight.

Pirate!England POV~
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He wakes up to those beautiful _____(color) eyes. The way the light reelected on those orbs sent a shiver down his spin. He never knew eyes so beautiful. The illusion the light gave in her eyes, made it look like he was staring into a painting. He got lost in them as the seconds past. Then she spoke. His own eyes widen in shock. She had heard him. She had lied and pretended to sleep. That should have been impossible. Her slave training would never have allowed her to lie. She was healing, just as iron arms had.

Kirkland gentle grasps her chin and there is no flinch for the first time. She is serious. His eyes sparkle.

“You know this is not wise” he says.
“I know”
“I could hurt you, badly,” he swallows.
“I know”
“It could endanger both us and the crew.”
“I know. But, I think the eavesdroppers wouldn’t care.”

He looks at the door seeing the shadows of feet and laughs. “Indeed!”

The crew would be thrilled. Captain Kirkland tamed by a slave. The news would spread far and become a knew song.

“They will sing of us as legends.” He smiles.

____(Name) Also smiles. She responds, “I like songs. They are lies and truths. Stories of the past, stories of fantasy, stories that make you want to spread them to the world.”

He smiles and leans in. He can feel her breath on his lips. They dry slightly at the hot breath. He licks them to make them wet again as he leans in for his treasure chest. His lips clash into hers and he holds her neck gently, yet firmly. His tongue slides along hers as she moans. He chuckles and teases the sides of her mouth before pulling out breathing out harder.

“Bloody hell, I’ll write the song myself!”

And together you and Captain Kirkland painting a beautiful piece of art, there were hard strokes and soft strokes. The painting was harder than the one with a soft brush. The painting finished too soon, too young. But the beauty of your short lives lived on through songs and legends.

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Author's Note:

Please!!! If you fav, Comment!! I need to know if my writings are liked, and feedback on what I should write next or what I need to change, helps me.

Enjoy The Story!!

Reader's POV~
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The morning sun rose through the cracks in the swaying cabin doors. The bright sunlight reflected across your ____(color) eyes. You never feel asleep that night. The idea that this pirate sleeping only a few feet from you was in love with you, seemed impossible. Yes, you had fallen in love with him, but that was one thing. A master falling in love with his slave was another. The crew could lose all respect for him. He could become vulnerable. Protecting you instead of protecting himself was not what you wanted. You wanted him to be the ruthless Captain Kirkland that you fell in love with. A weaker man would not have even caught your eye.

You sit up on your cot to stare into his eyes. What life would come for them now? A lovely couple seemed ridicules enough to be a comedy on a theater stage played for his royal highness. How could pirate captain and a slave living happily ever after? That would never happen. Still, you could never go back. You were a killer now. You had blood on your hands that stained you a criminal. Once stained you can never be clean again, not this time. Still, if two stained and twisted people joined together, maybe something beautiful could come of it like a painter putting blood to a canvas to draw a sunrise.

His eyes open and stare at yours. You felt fear in your gut. That fear of a master would never really go away. It would always be there a haunting reminder of what you lived through. Still, you knew there were secrets your captain held as well. Why did he hate Antonio so much? You knew there was a dark past there. One you knew he would tell you in time. The same way you would tell him your stories in time just like two pasts coming together to make one bloody painting of a future.

After having thought about it all night you saw two different paintings. One, you continue to live as his slave. One day killed by a raider or sold off again, dying first or seeing the captain die. That was the future no matter what you did. However, the time, the years before that day occurs are different. Before the inevitable you could life as a pirate, a slave to the Captain Kirkland or his slave lover. It would come with more challenges, and be the harder painting to paint. The brush strokes will be hard and long just like the days and obstacles in their way. It could end in at the flogging post in any over the heated argument or at the bottom of the see on a careless rescue attempt. Still, even if the harder painting is tough and might be completed sooner than the similar one. It would be extraordinary more beautiful.

“I love you too Captain Kirkland” you say with no doubt or hesitation in your shining eyes, reflecting the sunlight.

Pirate!England POV~
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He wakes up to those beautiful _____(color) eyes. The way the light reelected on those orbs sent a shiver down his spin. He never knew eyes so beautiful. The illusion the light gave in her eyes, made it look like he was staring into a painting. He got lost in them as the seconds past. Then she spoke. His own eyes widen in shock. She had heard him. She had lied and pretended to sleep. That should have been impossible. Her slave training would never have allowed her to lie. She was healing, just as iron arms had.

Kirkland gentle grasps her chin and there is no flinch for the first time. She is serious. His eyes sparkle.

“You know this is not wise” he says.
“I know”
“I could hurt you, badly,” he swallows.
“I know”
“It could endanger both us and the crew.”
“I know. But, I think the eavesdroppers wouldn’t care.”

He looks at the door seeing the shadows of feet and laughs. “Indeed!”

The crew would be thrilled. Captain Kirkland tamed by a slave. The news would spread far and become a knew song.

“They will sing of us as legends.” He smiles.

____(Name) Also smiles. She responds, “I like songs. They are lies and truths. Stories of the past, stories of fantasy, stories that make you want to spread them to the world.”

He smiles and leans in. He can feel her breath on his lips. They dry slightly at the hot breath. He licks them to make them wet again as he leans in for his treasure chest. His lips clash into hers and he holds her neck gently, yet firmly. His tongue slides along hers as she moans. He chuckles and teases the sides of her mouth before pulling out breathing out harder.

“Bloody hell, I’ll write the song myself!”

And together you and Captain Kirkland painting a beautiful piece of art, there were hard strokes and soft strokes. The painting was harder than the one with a soft brush. The painting finished too soon, too young. But the beauty of your short lives lived on through songs and legends.