Pirate!England x Reader - Wanted Ch.7

Pirate!England x Read – Wanted Ch.7

“We are nearing the Italian coast, but navy ships have been spotted. What do you wish to do?” Vladimir asked.

“I see. Did anyone bother to look closely at the people running the ship?” Arthur asked.

The other five looked at each other before looking back at Arthur. They shook their heads.

“Well then, go check! The mafia sometimes disguises their ships as navy ships. Get to it!” Arthur commanded.

The four scrambled out of the room, falling all over each other. Arthur turned to the window with a sigh. “They’re hopeless.”

He was silent for a few moments. “(f/n), we should get you dressed more like a boy. The mafia will defile you if they know you’re a girl. It nearly happened to Alice, and I don’t want it to happen to anyone else,” he told you.

“Okay. How would I do that?” you asked.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Wh- What?”

“Take off your shirt. Leave on the cover; I’ll just be pulling it tighter so you look flatter,” Arthur explained.

“Oh… Alright,” you breathed. He had had you worried for a moment. You did as he asked, and Arthur stepped behind you. He undid the knot, only to pull as tightly as he could. You gasped.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Arthur asked.

“Well, it was hurting, but I’m fine now.”

By the time Arthur finished, you looked like a young boy. He had tied a bandana around your head after tying your hair back like another guy on the ship. You looked as flat as possible, and with the clothes he lent you, you looked like a new trainee or something of the sort.

You followed Arthur out of his cabin and onto the deck. Vladimir ran towards you, almost falling on his face at one point. He stopped, probably to report what they had seen about the men on board the ships, but he noticed you before he started to speak about that.

“Is that you, (f/n)? You look like a guy! Kind of a younger one, but still a guy… You look good,” he said.

“Thanks. Arthur did it all,” you replied.

Vladimir burst out laughing. Arthur glowered at him. You cleared your throat, imitating an older boy you had played with as a little girl.

“How does this sound?” you asked.

“Hm. Sounds good. Keep it like that for now, okay? And don’t strain your voice too much,” Arthur said.

You hummed in response. The ship was closer now; you could see it clearly. Shouts from the ship reached your ears. They were speaking in Italian, which luckily you understood, if only a little rusty with it. They seemed to be shouting about the bosses and some sort of job. From what you could tell, the job they were talking about wasn’t the kind of thing that navy officers would do.

“Arthur, I can hear them. They’re talking about heists and the bosses. They aren’t the navy,” you told him.

“That was what I came to find you for. None of them are dressed in navy uniforms. They’re the mafia. We’re a little bit safer as long as it’s Don Romano or Don Veneziano who lead these guys,” Vladimir informed the two of you.

“Who are they?”

“Feliciano and Lovino Vargas. Twins descended from the most notorious crime lord on land ever, known only as Don Rome. Currently they run the Italian mafia. The one with darker hair and a mouth like a pirate is Lovino, or Don Romano. The one with lighter hair and a happier personality is Feliciano, Don Veneziano. They’re both easily scared, though. Lovino runs the southern part of the mafia while Feliciano runs the north. They have ties with Ludwig Beilschmidt from Germany  and Carriedo, as well,” Arthur explained to you.

You turned away and watched the ship some more. “Might as well find a place to anchor then. Do you have any clothes that are more discreet? We can head into the port disguised as immigrants or something,” you said.

“Hm, not a bad idea at all. You’re already dressed enough like an immigrant boy, but you’ll have to leave your sword and gun. Vlad, have Allistor anchor the ship behind one of these rocky islands,” Arthur ordered. Vlad saluted with an “Aye!” and scampered off.

You walked to your cabin to put away your sword and pistol. You paused, debating whether you should take off the necklace Arthur gave you, but in the end you left it on. On the way back to the deck, you were met by Arthur. He was dressed in ratty clothing like you were.

“Allistor! You are in charge! We’re going to head to land and have a look around,” he said once on the deck. He then placed you in a rowboat with him and lowered it.

He handed you the oars when the rowboat was in the water. “Go on, row.”

“Wait, what? I’m the girl, you should row!” you protested.

“Well, love, that’s because I’m weaker than you are. It would be close to an hour before we reached shore with me rowing and the water as choppy as it is. But you’re strong. You can get us there despite the choppy waters in less than half an hour,” Arthur explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Gee, thanks,” you grumbled as you took the oars and began to row.

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Once on land, you wandered with Arthur. He had said he wanted to look for information as to where the headquarters of the mafia was located, but you hadn’t imagined the port would be this busy. It was hard trying to stay close to Arthur.

Soon, you were pushed away from him and lost him in the crowd. With a sigh, you stepped into the shadows of an alleyway. Once certain no one from the street could see you, you pulled the bandana down to your neck and pulled your hair out of its tie.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A nice pretty lady alone in an alley!” Someone behind you said. You whirled around to see dark hair, golden eyes, and a wide smirk before said someone grabbed you and threw you over their shoulder.

“Hm, and you already have a gag premade and everything! It’s my lucky day,” they said as they yanked your bandana over your mouth and between your lips. You tried to conjure up a siren’s scream, but with the gag in your mouth the only sounds you could make were muffled shrieks that weren’t loud at all. No matter how hard you pounded on his back or kicked his chest, he didn’t make a sound.

An idea came to mind, and you went limp. The guy looked at you and removed he gag, probably thinking you had fainted. With your head down, you saw he had on a cream colored suit with brown pinstripes.

“Handling me like this will lead to my blood on your hands,” you said.

The guy snorted. “Like I don’t already have the blood of hundreds on my hands.”

“I meant that literally,” you replied. Your arms had begun bleeding through the bandages again. This time it might help.

He looked down again and saw the rose of blood on your bandages. It dripped onto his suit while he watched. “Fucking bitch! What the hell! Quit bleeding on my suit!” he screeched.

“Sorry. Comes with the package,” you retorted.

He snorted again. “Dammit,” he muttered under his breath. As he walked, the buy fumbled in his pocket for something. The next thing you knew, there was a pinching pain in your arm and things were growing even darker than before.