PirateEnglandXReader- Captain Arthur Kirkland

(Name) quickly scrubbed the tables of the cafe she worked in, he faster she got this done the faster she'd get out of there. It wasn't that she hated the place or anything but that particular day she was too tired to care about a few crumbs on the table. She glanced at the last few customers of the day, the conversation loud enough for her to hear. There was a group of men quite close to them and another man had just walked in, draped in a filthy grey coat he sat hunched away from the rest.

"Ah yes, that pirate..."  A few words she couldn't catch were exchanged. "Arthur Kirkland..." The men nodded.

"Urm, excuse me, who's Arthur Kirkland." (Name) asked, showing her sweet girly side of herself. The man hunched up, who was sitting away from the glanced up slightly.

"Only the most wanted pirate over 'ere." One of them chuckled. "Don't tell me you 'aven't heard of 'im?" (Name) shrugged, she was too busy trying to earn a living then hear about a made-up story character.

"He was born here, ya know..." One of them grinned a toothless grin at her, "Steals children, he does." he man leaned forward, lowering his voice a little. "Thee lass comes out at night and then before you know it-" Another of the man smashed his hand on the table, making (Name) jump. 

"WHAM! And you never see your home sweet home again."

"Sometimes, he lures little girls in with his manners and looks. Blonde 'air, green eyes." The man chuckled. "And he's known as a gentleman you see... and then the poor little girlies are forced to work in that ship of 'is. Apparently, he's a magician" (Name) stared at the drunk men for a bit and sighted, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

"No offence," She mumbled taking their drinks. "But he is probably, definitely, just a made up character to scare little boys and girls, and even if he is real, then he's one of those wannabe pirates who try to convince everyone that they are indeed a pirate." (Name) thought for a bit. " I bet he's actually got dirty no colored hair... if he even had hair that is... and so on...and as for him having manners." She snorted and glanced at the men wiping there faces with their sleeves and staggering up. " I'm sure that he has no more manners then you do." The man burst out laughing, holding each other to stop them from swaying.

"Whatever ye say lass." (Name) nodded and took the money, she glanced at the man who was sat away from the rest and walked over, pocketing the money.

"Anything I can get you... sir?" The man glanced up, (Name) could make out an amused smile on his face.

"Some tea please, love." (Name) nodded and walked over to the counter. 

"Anything with that?"

"Scone, love. Thank you." (Name) glanced up.

"Scones?"

"Yes, love, Scones..."

"Eh... those pastry thingies?"

"No!" The man managed to calm himself down. "Here's the recipe." He handed her a crumpled piece of parchment, sighing. (Name) stared at him.

"You'll have to pay extra if I'm making it right now..."

"Fine. And thank you agai-"

"Not from here?" The man remained quiet, slightly annoyed at being interupted. "I can tell, because you might actually have a few manners." (Name) yawned and tried to look behind the hood. "So, you always dress like that?" 

"...no, love..."

"Right her's the... tea..." The hooded man shot a glance at her.

"You say the word as if your saying hamburgers..." (Name) stared at him for a bit.

"You really shouldn't compare the two..." She advised.

"Yes... I guess Hamburgers can't be compared to tea... my bad" (Name) shot him another weird look.

" Anyway I say it because... I think tea is rather.... umm.... what's a nice way to say this... bland!" The man flinched and sighted. (Name) watched him intently, hovering just behind him until he had finally finished his tea. (Name) snatched the cup out of his hand and hauled to his feet.

"Ok then, adios my good man." She shoved him towards the door. The cloaked man staggered a bit.

"Hey!" He protested, "My-my scones, love, you can't do this-" (Name) slammed the door in his face and peeked out of the window. 

"Sorry, we're closed but here." (Name) threw the scones towards him, they hit him in the face. "It's on the house!"

"B-but I already payed!"

"...Whatever." (Name) closed the windows and yawned, finally the day was over. She quickly grabbed her coat and locked the windows. She glanced outside and sighted, there was hardly any light outside. She quickly wore her coat and grabbed the keys, (Name) stepped out of the doors and glanced at the watch on her wrist. it was later than she had expected. She gave a sigh. This job was over-working her. She quickly shuffled out of the door, grabbing her bags. She was locking the door from outside when (Name) heard a rustle. She glanced back, there was no one there. Someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me-" 

"Aaarghhh! Thiiief!" (Name) smashed her handbag on the person's head. Then stopped. "Oh... it's you! She smiled pleasantly. "Don't do that...." She added, still smiling but with an edge on her voice. The man scowled, rubbing his head. "Sorry... my bad!" She added.

"Do you know anywhere I could stay at night-?" The hooded man asked.

"This village don't like strangers, 'specially one's who hide their face- LOVE ze accent by the way pal, but you can sooo tell it's fake, now where was I? Oh yeah, they always think it's that... Alfred... nah... Allen Kirkdad or something...." The man stared at her in utter shock.

"Arthur, ARTHUR KIRKLAND." (Name) shrugged.

"Yeah, the bold guy with the 'greenishly-gold' eyes who takes young girlies and forces them to work in his ship." (Name) looked at him a bit thoughtfully. "You know I may be wrong... he might not be entirely hairless I bet he has a big beard as well!" The man sighted, quite annoyed now.

"Now good bye my dear sir!" She added with exaggerated politeness, adding a little curtsy. With that (Name) left, laughing at her own wit. "Gosh... I kill myself. Don't let Alpha Kirklad get you!" (Name) called after him.

The man glared at her. Alpha Kirklad? Where the bloody hell did she get that from? To think, such innocent looking girls can be so... cruel. Well that girly wouldn't be laughing long.

"I'm sorry love, my men don't know how to treat a lady." (Name) narrowed her eyes and spat at his direction, luckily, Arthur managed to step away, he raised his eyebrow, clearly amused. Quickly sliding his sword back in it's case, he walked off.

"You know, usually we take gold and food." He was smiling, walking up and down the stage. "But we disparately need a new cook... the last one... let's just say, became the food." A horrified mutter ran across the crowd. "Don't worry, I won't personally chose," The captain turned around, making eye contact with her and smiling. (Name) gulped. Maybe he wanted someone like the mayor's daughter. Perfect in every way. Good riddance to her then, hopefully he wouldn't chose someone he had a grudge against.

Soon (Name) was left with a hundred or so other girls. The captain was singling out everyone in two groups. One of the groups seemed much smaller, (Name) had a suspicion it was the group who might have a chance of becoming his cook. After the shortest five minutes of her life, she was facing the captain again.

"Ah... now where to put you?" He smiled. "What do you think, love?"

"Go rot in hell." (Name) snapped, the words coming out as a squeak.

"Now, that's not very nice love." The captain raised his eyebrow. "How about you get your own group, there." The captain pointed, (Name) blinked, her tummy sinking, almost immediately her tummy sank. She didn't move. "Do you want me to move you myself then love?" He asked, quietly, looking down at her. (Name) walked off, surprised that her legs hadn't completely turned into jelly. The Captain smiled. "A fast learner." He turned around and pointed at the largest group. "You can leave." He ordered, most of the girls contained of one's who were giggling and fluttering their eyelashes at him. 

The Captain turned to the next group, which contained the mayors daughter. "Follow my crew, I will be with you in a moment." (Name) stared, her eyes widening a little in worry.

"And you love, can follow me."