The Coillison Chapter 4: PirateEnglandxReader

"We're escaping"



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So Arthur got what he wanted…somewhat.
He wanted to sleep with _____, well he did. He was more like sleeping beside her. He got in bed with the woman, but they really didn't do it.

May be if he was more 'detailed' on his wishes the universe would have given it to him. Nevertheless it didn't mean he did not enjoy it. He recalls his memory on the event last night.


She closed the door and locked the handle.  
Irritation present on her face, red due to anger. She muttered the words

"I can't believe I'm doing this…"

She made her visage clear to Arthur despite the flickering of the flame from the candle lighting up the night. There was a moment of pause as if time itself had stopped. The sound of her boots echoed throughout the silent night.
She took hold of the back collar of his clothing, dragging the man across the room to his sleeping chamber. She plopped him down like a sack of rice, making the bed bounce.
He looked at her with deviance, but in reality his stance was like a prisoner about to be convicted.

"What the bloody hell are you doing now?!"

his voice stern. No sound passed through her lips. She took off her hat, coat and boots leaving her with a set of loose clothes. Her hair hanged loosely from her body.
Her head cowered down to where her eyes cannot be seen. She crawled her way across the bed to Arthur, her legs open and her knees touching his legs.
Arthur's realization hit him. He didn't say a word, only a small smile left his lips.

"…Lay down your body"

her cheeks were tainted pink when she spoke the words.

"I…I need to cuddle with you…I don't want you to get hypothermia…I need a living body to keep a hostage you know."

"Do you need to explain everything you doing? You know I would gladly comply with what you're saying right now, no questions asked."

"Shut your trap"

Arthur laughed a bit and did so to what he was commanded to do. He felt warm arms go around his waist, a warm body covering his back and womanly legs by his. The position clearly contradicts what enemies and more like what lovers do. Her nose softly touches his neck. Her chest pressed against his back. _____ lifts the blanket to conserve more heat for the cold figure. Their eyelids close the windows of their vision drifting into slumber.



Arthur gazed at the body that kept him warm throughout the night. Her back was at his perspective. The way the clothes glide like waves from her body
fascinated him, how he desired his fingers to run all over her and how he lusted to bury his nose into her hair, however cannot be due to the rope and knots that restricted him, so much passion only to be filled by lust.
His eyes grew wide when he saw a pistol between the mattress and her body.  

"Glad you notice"

She did not move for a while for she was thinking about something that withheld much importance. Her bare feet touch the wooden floor as her made her way to the captain's table on where expeditions, raids and treasures were labeled and located. Various items were scattered all over the table.

She reviewed the new in addition to the barren maps.
She glance a curious eye at the glass cabinet filled with more maps, however left it unaided. She observed the movement of the compass amplifying the chosen map while clearing the other objects out of the way.
Her goal was to find the nearest port on where she could have the time to recover her ship and crew while escaping Arthur's grasp.

"Damn…two months away…crap" she cursed under her breath.
"What are you doing?"

Arthur's voice entered into _____'s mind.
She turned around to face him giving him a sly smile.

"I thought I don't need to explain everything I'm doing?"
he rolled his eyes "I said need"
"Then the answer is no."

_____ tapped her fingers on the wooden object.
She opened her mouth a bit then closed it. The tapping switched to her lips in the rhythm of the ABC's and at last finally spoke.

"Where is she heading?"
"Pardon?"
"Where is the vestal heading"
"…The Americas"
"How much time is it going to take?"
"One week"
"LIES! It says here we are at the China Sea between Japan!"
"Then why the bloody hell did you ask if knew?!"
"I wanted to know if you're going to China, Japan or Southeast Asia and which was the last port you docked!"
"Well you can trust me to lie to you lass"

She scratched her head harshly due to irritation.
"You're a pain in the ass…you know that?"
"I plan to be."

She grabbed Arthur, dragging him outside of his quarters to interrogate the crew of the direction of the ship. Getting caught by the navy never has been more challenging.



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"Wait…we're going to tell them when we're a day or two from docking?"
"Ja"
"But how are we going to know if we're close to docking?"
"Simple we poke a hole at zhe side of zhe wall"

Gilbert walked past the man and jammed his hand at the weakest spot of the wood.
He manages to make 3 by 1.5 inches of clearing. He picked up the pieces of wood and splinters off his leather gloves like a woman plucking her eyebrows.

"See?" Proud of his strategy, his pearly whites shown vividly from his smile, then the wooden door radiated light from its entrance showing a shadow of a sailor, walking towards Gilbert's cell.

His voice was rough "Here's your meal for the day…enjoy."
The man laughed a bit at his sense of humor.
"Vhat kind of food is zhis!? Zhis is vater!"
"…Cap'n Seams orders…you only need to be barely alive…that's what he said anyways."
"Vhat!..Vait!"

Before he could complain the man had already left. A rat scurried across the floor to its hole giving the group ideas. "So…anybody know how to cook?"



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_____ played her cards well.
After 1440 hours of traveling at sea, _____ knew how Arthur ticked like the back of her hand…so did Arthur.
After all keep your friends close and your enemies closer. They were like old friends that knew everything about each other minus the fact that they are rivals and have no knowledge of each other's past.
The plans' of the Prussians, the British, and the _____ were now slowly coming to play.


Two days away from docking at a small village in Japan, _____ sipped her hot tea staring endlessly at the open sea.

"Oh bloody hell…may I please take a bath" a needy voice chocked.
She turned her head to the side to facing Arthur relaxing at the bed and turned around again to face the blue sea.

"…Why would you want to bathe? People in Europe usually bathe once a year."
"Please…my body itches badly…and you bathe more than the average European…why not me?"
"Well…even if I allowed you to bathe
I can't trust you to be by yourself or to be with one of your crew men despite on how much I want you to take a bath
since you smell like a dead rat and the fact I have to be with you 24 hours a day"

"THEN BY THE LOVE OF GOD WATCH ME BATHE GOD DAMNIT!"  

A moment of awkward silence played throughout the room, so silent that their breathing was loud and clear.

"…but the rope on you has to stay…how are-"  
"stop making excuses woman…in the name of the queen of  United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland of her majesty bathe me!"
"…No"
"What?! Why?!"
"Because…"
There was a pause in her sentence thinking of a reasonable explanation, but before she could say the 'truth' she was interrupted.
"What…I see how it is" a smirk present on his face
"Your being shy…that's very cute of you love, but I do really need to take a bath."
"NO! I'm not being shy!" Her cheeks were blistered with a tint of pink.
"Your face says so otherwise _____ dear."
Her anger got the best of her; the mixture of reds was all over her face and the need to prove herself…made her bathe Arthur.


Luckily there was a bathroom at his quarters.
Inside the bathroom of course was _____ and Arthur.
Things got interesting from that point on.

"Well love are you going to unclothe me or not?"
She sighed, holding a knife at hand to cut his clothes not wanting to go through cutting or untying the rope that bind him.
"Wha-why are you cutting through my clothes _____?!"
"Do you want to take a bath or not?"  
"…"

After cutting his clothes, she took hold of a soap and brush looking at Arthur refusing to look down any lower. How she wish she was born as a man or even a homosexual.
She felt weak and less dominate just because the man in front of her was naked.
Oh how irritated she was at herself.
Arthur submerges himself in the warm water of the tub.
His eyes closed and his smirking lips grew on how adorable _____'s reaction was, too bad it never stays that way.

"Why the hell do I have to bathe you now, when were two days away from docking. I only have to sleep with you one more night!"
She said while scrubbing the back of Arthur.
"I don't know ask yourself" he replied
"Don't push me"
"I'm not…at least not yet"  
She took a good hold of the brush and wacked it against Arthur's head.

He yelped in pain putting his hand at his head curving his back. "Honestly, when will you ever stop with the sexual remarks?" she said plainly

"It's really getting old"

"Until you wash my hair"

After bathing the pirates faced a…situation.
"How are you going to get me dressed without cutting the rope mmm?" He questioned _____ in rather playful way.
She did not bother to reply, instead her expression was serious as if she was solving a hard equation in her head, then she grinned.
"I know…"
She rushed to one of the bulky chests within the closet and pulled out a dress.
She cut off the sleeves to make it strapless making it a strapless long dress of course with an already attached corset sewn to it. She had a wild grin.
"You're welcome lass" It was a stalemate again.


As hours gone by the dark blanket of the sky had covered the sun; the last meal of the day had to be prepared and served. The last meal of the ship was truly something to remember.
_____ sat next to Arthur for dinner the dress still on him.
The man entered the room carrying the food.
_____ covered her mouth trying to contain her laughter as the man almost spilled the meal upon the sight of his beloved captain.
The man teased up and quickly served the food to its consumer.
He fast-walked to the door clumsily closing it, a bust of laughter echoed through the door.

"Do you think this is funny?!" he angrily said
"YES!" she said as if she told the truth of life.
"God damn it! Once I'm free-"
"Oh hush up and eat the food" spooning the man like an infant.
They ate on the same bowl for a while in case the crew tried to poison her.
So if that was the case the captain would meet the same fate.
Then she notice strange behaviors from Arthur on how he seemed so groggy all of a sudden.

"…CRAP!"  

She rapidly reached out to the gun beside her when her whole weight dropped to the floor, darkness consuming her vision.