Sleeping Next To The Pirate King 69 An Object On The Horizon

"Good morning captain!"

I waved at Weston's crew members as I walked up to the front of the deck. The salty air entered my lungs filling me with a nostalgic feeling. Being out in the open like this truly was a calming experience. As I reflected on that face I watched the expanse full horizon. It was about mid day as the sun was at its highest point s.h.i.+ning above. The sky was cloudless and clear. The only thing in sight was the ocean itself. The soft lull of the waves tapping the s.h.i.+p as they crashed made quite a melody. As I opened my eyes once more a feeling of trepidation filled me.

Unintentionally I found myself placing my hand on the hilt of my pistol to my side. I squinted my eyes as a large dark item appeared on the horizon. It was coming towards us. I leaned over the edge slightly to get a better look at it. G.o.d d.a.m.n my s.h.i.+tty eyesight!

I can't believe that ignoring my dad's request to getting my gla.s.ses was actually backfiring now. I sighed. I then rushed over to see Francois on the other side of the deck next to Weston and Baron. The three of them were chatting as they stood next to the wheel. They were wearing their regal pirate outfits. As a history buff I had momentarily lost the goal that I had in mind as I watched them. I can't believe that I'm actually able to witness pirates in the fles.h.!.+

I slapped myself quickly. Wake up Mila! There are more pressing matters right now! I ran up the stairs to the wheel. The three pirates looked at me as they unanimously said.

"Good morning Mila."

I tilted my head. They are aware that it's like the afternoon right? Whatever.

"Francois, I'm sorry but could I borrow your pocket telescope?"

Francois nodded as he rummaged in his coat pocket before handing me a small golden cylinder with gla.s.s on both ends. My hands shook in excitement. Dear Lord! I'm holding an actual historical telescope! And the one owned by Francois L'Olonnais to boot!

The three captains watched me as I fan-girled. Weston then said.

"She truly is a woman. They can't resist gold, and gems."

I turned and glared at Weston. He flinched before chuckling nervously.

"I wasn't talking about you love so please calm down."

I nodded before running down the stairs and walking to the edge of the deck. I leaned over the railings slightly as I pointed the telescope at the dark object. My heart jumped in my throat as fear filled me.

The object is a large s.h.i.+p. It was five times the size of our current s.h.i.+p to say the least. It was dark and had a mermaid on the front of it. Standing near the front of the s.h.i.+p was a person holding a telescope which was pointed at us. The man then put down his telescope and smiled as he licked his lips.

He was a handsome fellow with golden eyes, and short dirty blond hair. His blouse was open revealing his six pack abs. Lord was he the captain of this s.h.i.+p coming for us? To be honest he's quite a hottie. I raised the telescope to see him chuckle before he winked at me and did the motion of sending me a kiss. I blushed as I put down my telescope and flashed him the middle finger from here. As I raised the telescope again the man was laughing as he lowered his telescope. He then mouthed the words.

"We will meet soon", before several large men walked up to him with large papers. He waved at me before walking off the deck with them. He seemed to be some sort of n.o.ble.

As I set down the telescope a feeling of unease filled me as I looked at the s.h.i.+p. Despite the welcome feeling from that man a bad feeling filled me from what was in that s.h.i.+p. Based on my historical knowledge a s.h.i.+p that big can only be carrying two things. Either weapons or slaves. I s.h.i.+vered. No matter which item it was both were terrible. Weapons are used to kill or torture others. The slave trade with America had already begun from 1619. Images fillled my mind of the suffrage and terrible conditions of people just based in the color of their skin. I breathed out in frustration. Sometimes events in history can a.s.sure you of the fact that demons might be a better species than humans.

Despite the man's good looks and nice demeanor he must be a slave trader. As our s.h.i.+ps continued to close the distance between each other hatred filled me for this man.

Once I meet him I will check if indeed he is a slave trader. If he is, I will gladly use these hands to gut the man myself. I smiled. It's been a long tine since I've been this excited. As I raised my telescope once more I smirked.

Come at me b.i.t.c.h. I'll be making you a new star once I wipe you off the face of this earth. Be prepared.

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