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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


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    "Excuse me? Just hand over my bloody brothers!" he exclaimed, his voice slightly rising in annoyance. He should have known that Køhler would play like this. The man was never very down-to-earth and always enjoyed having a little fun and games. There was another moment of silence where the Brit was glaring at the Viking ship, awaiting the Danish man's response. True to his nature, the blonde once again appeared, answering with, "Wrong," the man called out. Arthur grimaced. What was he doing?




    "Køhler! Hand them over at once!" he growled irritably. This time, Matthias came into full view, standing so that you could now see all of him. A long fur coat billowed behind him in the sharp sea breeze, his signature ginormous ax being leaned on. "Not even close!" the Dane frowned. By then, the Englishman had had enough of this. If they couldn't get the hostages through talking things out, then there was only one option left.




    "You Vikings never have had any decency. I guess this leaves us no choice here comes the smoulder." If Køhler didn't want to cooperate, then they would show no mercy. The Vikings wouldn't be slipping away this time. Both Captains glared at each other, green eyes holding blue ones in flaring tension. The silence was unbearable, the only sound being the gentle tug of the wind and the lap of the waves. Letting out one last long breath, Arthur let out a loud battle-cry and raised his sword into the air.




    "Pirates! Attack!" he yelled out as the unified battle shouts of his men joined his and the fight began. This is where things would end.[/fancypost]


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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


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    For a few seconds, Lovino could not comprehend what was happening. One second, Arthur and Matthias had been sneering at each other, and the next, every man on the Rogue's Revenge was behind the Captain and holding their weapons, some standing in determined positions on the ship and others rushing this way and that. A group of men grabbed planks from the side of the boat and ran to the railing, placing it so that it connected the Saga to the Rogue's Revenge. With access now to both ships, the full out war started. A portion of the pirates ran across the planks and onto the Viking ship, while others swung across on ropes. Yet another big group stayed behind to guard the pirate ship.




    Amongst all of the chaos that was ensuing, the Italian remembered that he had a job. Looking to Ludwig, he nodded briefly and ran to the railing, trying to find the best and most secretive way that they could get onto the Viking ship. They would have to make it look like they were just there to fight, not to steal back the hostages. Glancing at the ropes, the Gunman climbed up one of the many ladders attached to the masts so that he could reach a rope. Looking down, he made sure that the German was next to him as he stopped at the top of the netting, clutching the rope in his hands. He took another that was nearby and handed it to Ludwig. Despite the odds, he was working with the potato b*stard, and he sure as hell wouldn't be messing things up for Lovino.




    "Are you a-ready? You're a-not going to f*ck things up, right?" he asked before training his gaze on the opposite ship. With a moment's hesitation, he jumped from the mast, his feet leaving solid ground as he grabbed the rope with an iron grip, his hair and tunic flying behind him as he swung through the air, only hoping that he landed on the other deck instead of in the water.[/fancypost]


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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


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    The Norge barely had time to register what was happening. When Matthias's voice first rose, Bondevik had assumed that he was just addressing his own crew. After all, he was using that playful tone of his, and he was talking about a password. But when he realized that Køhler was speaking to the other ship, Lukas stopped. That Danish idiot.




    He walked away from Emil, Allistor, and Patrick, now intrigued by what was happening. So they were going to be having a battle. It kind of sucked that he wouldn't be able to fight at full power, since one of his arms was impaired, but could still swing a good sword, and he had magic. He could easily take out any of the pirates. Of course, he wouldn't be going after Kirkland (but if they faced each other, Lukas wasn't going to let the man get away unscathed), as that job would be for Matthias. But he was sure he could take on any of the others.




    When the pirate Captain initiated the battle, Lukas was ready. After hearing out Matthias's orders, he nodded in agreement.




    "Emil can stay and guard. Tino will be good as well. I can go back and forth since I'll need my magic," Lukas suggested, looking up at the taller man.




    "Besides, if our suspicions are right and they really are going after that crystal, then we'll need one of their maps. I can probably use a spell or something to unlock the door to the Office and take one of them."




    He was cut off short as pirates began swarming onto the ship, engaging in battle with the vikings. Left and right, people were already fighting things out. The Norge sent one last glance at Matthias.




    "As for you, stupid Dane, don't die either. If you die, then I'll personally rip your throat out myself," he muttered before turning away and moving to the planks that were laid across the ships as he began to cross.[/fancypost]


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    "Let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down."[/fancypost]


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    "I'm on it, Cap!" the purple-eyed man exclaimed before climbing first on top of the crows nest to take on a good shooting range. From this high, he could see both ships and had a wide choice of targets. Letting out a hefty sigh, he positioned his rifle against the railing, aiming it at one of the seamen that were swinging towards the Saga from the pirates' ship. He did not recognize the man as anyone that he recognized, so he pulled the trigger. A swift bullet exploded from the barrel, whizzing through the air and lodging itself perfectly in the chest of the poor man. The pirate immediately fell from the rope and crashed into the waves below. This was how it went, being a gunman. Don't try to get too worked up about who you kill.




    Tino re-positioned himself and shot down a good three or four more pirates on ropes, before aiming back down at the planks. He took another few men down on the planks, watching as the bodies fell into the ocean depths. His heart accelerated as he lifted his head. There, swinging across the water on a rope was Lovino Vargas and the younger German, Ludwig. Lovino, the pirate Gunman. Last time they had fought things out, Tino had beaten the Italian, and that would be the case today. Narrowing his gaze as he peered through the rifle's aiming circle [i have no clue what you call those things] and positioned it towards the older twin, waiting for a split second before pulling the trigger. Expecting the bullet to meet its mark, the Finn was genuinely surprised when it didn't. It whizzed past the brunette's head, a good inch or two from hitting the target.




    Tino Väinämöinen had... missed?[/fancypost]


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    "Lights off when they should be on. Even stars in the skies, they're wrong."[/fancypost]


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    "Mon amis, I'm glad to be fighting with you we ride 2gether we die 2gether," he said, holding his sword in front of him, preparing for the first onslaught of Vikings that would surely be coming. He fell into a circle with the other two men so that the three were back to back in the middle of the deck, prepared to slice anyone who came to close.[/fancypost]


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    "I'm more than you know, a body in a soul, you don't see me but you will."[/fancypost]


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    Slightly startled at the sudden change in mood, Beilschmidt unsheathed his long sword, quickly running across the deck so that he could fight by Antonio and Francis. The two both looked just as apprehensive as the albino felt as he reached them.




    "Ja. Jou two better live through zis so we can all have a drink, later," he responded, falling into the circle, standing back to back with his friends so they were able to take on anyone from any direction. When the first viking came onto the ship, he charged Gilbert, who had his sword held in front of him. The Viking swung a large mace above his head, bringing it down towards the German. On instinct, he raised his sword to block the other weapon from hitting him, growling at the taller, more fish-smelling man.




    "Is zat all jou've got, fish-breath?" he taunted, twisting so that he could remove his sword without being hit by the mace. He took a small step forward and made a move to his right, but swung from his left. The feint worked, and the sword connected with the man's side, slicing a fatal gash into the Viking. Gilbert let out a 'kesesese' of victory, kicking the man in the chest so that he fell to the deck, dead before he even hit the ground.




    "Suk eet loozer!"[/fancypost]


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    "I need to move, I need to fight, I need to lose myself tonight."[/fancypost]


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    His prayers were proved wrong rather quickly, as the loud battle cry rose above the waves and things fell apart. He could hear the thundering of feet coming from what he presumed to be the Pirate ship as the Vikings, too, launched their attacks. The first wave of Pirates crossed the thresholds and came into view, many getting into combat.




    "Pat, they're 'ere! Arties comin' to save us! If we don' die first..." he muttered as he once again started straining against the ropes binding him. He found that they were still tight and that he could not move his wrists or feet at all. He was completely stuck, their only option of freedom being that one of the pirates saved them or the Icelandic man who had been stuck guarding them somehow let them go, which was extremely unlikely.[/fancypost]


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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    A fight. Full of swinging swords, brave standoffs, and most importantly, heroes. And what was Alfred doing? Sitting on a bed, watching the action from a window that was unfortunately safe from harm. His small hands made fists to help hold his head up to watch. Throughout the battle he muttered phrases like I could've done that, These Vikings aren't even that tough, and Why didn't Arthur let me fight?, the latter making the American think more of it. Does he think I'm not strong enough, I have to show him! he thought, jumping up to his feet which made hard contact with rough planked floor.




    The blonde searched the fairly small room for anything he could use as a weapon. The room held beds for him, Antonio, Francis, Gilbert, and Ludwig. Lovino slept in the lower deck along with his brother, which was probably good, with the fiery tension between the older Italian and the younger German.




    Gilbert likes weapons, right? he asked himself as his small feet brought him to the Prussian's nightstand. The blonde stood on his tiptoes as his hand reached up high to search the surface by only using the sense of touch. Once he felt something cold and sleek rub against his skin he grabbed it right away. He brought the mystery object down to his level, opening it when his feet were fully on the ground. Alfred's eyes grew ginormous when the shiny blade appeared in his grasp. His hand slowly but lightly grabbed onto the handle, holding the weapon out in front of him like holding scissors. The blonde walked like this all the way to the door, waiting for the right moment to open it. He was going to fight.
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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    Antonio waited beside Francis for the battle to begin. Long moments of eerie silence gave breaks to the exchange of the chilly words between the rival captains. He felt his boot covered foot start to tap impatiently on the wooden deck, but once he realized what he was doing he stopped.




    The two captains were certain opposites, so what were they competing for? It's not like one would feel pride over the other, but then the Spaniard remembered that opposites attract, and these opposites were definitely attracting a fight. Before the brunette could yell an Oi! men swapped ships, and the sounds of sword clashing and body's pounding roared.




    The axe wielding man found himself back to back to back with Gilbert and Francis, creating a defensive circle of attack. The first viking opponent came, feet flying as he made his way over to the Prussian. In a few clean swipes the man was down and Gilbert's familiar laugh trailed right behind it. "Sí, a drink does sound nice about now." he commented as his green eyes made uneasy contact with his first opposer. The viking was average sized, not too strong or scrawny, just normal. But the man's weapon was a sword, in each hand. The double armed viking came swinging at Antonio, making him step back, one third of the circle concaving. The slashes of silver caught the Spaniard's chin, drawing a crimson drop from it. His hand rose and immediately wiped it off, choosing to attack back. His tall axe swooped and struck against the attacker. After the Bad Touch Trio circle became whole again, Toni decided to slam his axe up, aiming to at least knock one of the weapons from the man's hand. His luck proved to be positive as the shiny weapon skidded across the deck, but Antonio wasn't watching that. He took the moment of slight vulnerability and slammed the axe down on the viking, streaking more blood than his cut. Panting, he looked over his shoulder at the legion of vikings that kept storming the Rogue's Revenge. One tall man in particular seemed to see a big target on his French friend "Francis, a su derecha, to your right!" he warned the blonde of the attacker, watching the scene go down. His vision wasn't steady from the shock of battle and the strands of cocoa hair covered his green pupils, but he could see what was about happen. "Don't do it, don't do it- oh my god."










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    [c]Shiroba



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    "But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play."[/fancypost]


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    The bickering and snapping of words between the two captains aggravated Ludwig. How could Arthur let the viking captain act so foolish? And, more importantly, how could he let himself play along. The German brushed the thought away, knowing that everyone had their ways of going about problems, his was just different than the captains. During the lengthy exchange of words, he kept feeling Lovino's hazel gaze on him, as if he were being scanned down at an airport [ too bad those weren't invented for another 5000 years ]. Occasionally, he returned the stare, his Hitler-favored pale blue eyes dancing with fury as he growled at the older Vargas.




    Beilschmidt was distracted from Lovino's dirty looks when weapons of the Rogue's Revenge's crew were thrown up in the air, their metallic shine almost blinded anyone who set eyes on them. The pale blonde had to put a hand above his eyes to give them shade, trying to figure out what the hell they were doing. When it all became clear he saw, and heard, weapons clashing, pirates and Vikings jumping on each other's ship, and, to put it simply, war. Lots and lots of war. His eyes caught a glimpse of white hair as the first attack happened to his brother. Ludwig watched the battle commence with unease as the attacker was a skilled one, but he knew very well that Gilbert was not one to be provoked in the midst of battle. He almost felt like his eyes wouldn't close as he almost forgot to follow the Italian when he called.




    His feet pushed off the ground as he broke out into a mad sprint to catch up with Lovino. Following the man up the ladder and to the netting, he nodded up to him when the rope was passed into his rough palms. He clutched the braided rope with hard force, narrowing his eyes up at the Italian "Nein, just make it to ze other ship and zhen you can yell at me." he sneered, watching the man push off of the mast and soar towards the wooden surface of The Saga. Now it was his turn.




    Ludwig took a step or two back, his palms beading with sweat as they curled around the rope even tighter. He waited to make sure Lovino was out of the way before he took his running start and wrapped his legs around the rope. The wind pounded against his face first, rustling his neat blonde hair all over the place. Then his clothes seemed to try and catch up with him as he swooped down to the ocean. The water sprayed him, which made his eyes shut close. Though he got a little wet, his feet stepped onto the surface of the rival ship, ending the small journey.




    The German's hand flew to his side right away when he had landed. His whip had thankfully survived the trip, but just in case he wrapped his hand around the sleek handle. The next problem was his hair, which wasn't in its usual sharp matter. His hair was down and scattered on his forehead. Ludwig would've fixed it, but knew he didn't have the time to do so. "Vhat now? They'll know ve aren't vikings right vhen zhey see us." he stated, not looking at Lovino when he spoke. His pale blue eyes scanned the deck around him, locking when they made contact with two stray vikings helmets "Warten Sie…" he muttered, walking over to the horned helmet. Ludwig examined one of the closely before tossing one to the Italian, not saying a word about it. He hoped Vargas would get the idea.
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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    From the safety of being on his own ship, he continued to spat comebacks at the English pirate. The man was certainly a stick in the mud, to say the least. Not even a ghost of a grin was seen on Arthur's stern face. Wow... It must take a lot of work to be THAT boring. Matthias thought with a crooked frown. For a frozen moment, the two captain's eyes locked in an uneasy silence, something Matt wasn't too familiar with. Arthur was the first to break the stare as he ordered his crew to attack. Wait, attack?! The blonde widened his icy blue eyes and turned around in a defensive position "Vikings, angreb!" he lifted his axe into the air, pointing a finger at the planks that connected the two ships. The Dane was going to join the part of his crew that already made their way onto the Rogue's Revenge, but was stopped when he heard the Norwegian's monotone voice call.




    "Yeah, just blend in with the rest of the vikings and make your way in," he nodded anxiously as he kept turning his head to face the roaring battle. While he watched the fight he let a smile pass when Lukas threatened to rip his throat out "Just come to my funeral, I don't want to seem like a loser with no friends." he looked down at the Norge, giving him a light and playfully punch on his shoulder before walking away.




    Matthias held his axe with both hands, holding it almost like a hockey stick. His purpose in the battle was not to kill the most pirates, but was to face-off with Arthur. He heard all the rumors of the man that were ever spoken. He was never defeated, never hurt, and blah blah blah. All of that was horse-sh*t. The viking captain was probably most known for his defeats, rather than wins. Though, last time they had won against the pirates, making them defending winners, making them relatively even.




    The Dane walked across the connecting planks with his big, idiotic grin. He knew Kirkland was waiting for him, so he made his way to the man. His fur boots made small creaks on the deck as he continued to step closer to his rival. "Y'know you still didn't get the password right?" he shrugged, axe leaning on his shoulder again "So, I guess we'll just have to fight for them-" and with that, his black axe came down with a CLINK! onto the pirates sword. And that was start of the captain battle.
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    "But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder."[/fancypost]


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    Emil hadn't really paid attention to his captains speech, knowing it was going something along the lines of 'we must win'. Plus, Matthias had already gone over their positions for the battle, and he was still in charge of guarding the hostages. With a firm hmph, the Icelander fell to the ground, landing on his butt and leaning against the mast, in between the two hostages. He looked up, pouting, when his older brother mentioned to the captain that he would've been better off fighting So I'll be alone with these two?... he thought grimly, resting his head in his hands. This was going to be a long fight.




    Emil watched swords stabbing and fists flying from his sitting spot, having a look on his face that was far from impressed. Occasionally, he looked up to see how Tino was holding up, and he was fine every time. The Icelander wished he had job like Finn. Taking care of hostages was lame and completely uneventful. His violet eyes started to slowly close from exhaustion and boredom, but was slapped away when a shadow towered over him. "Huh?..." he mumbled, widening his eyes to a stout pirate sneering down at him, spitting in his face. Emil was a weak boy, and nor was he too tough, but at the moment he was armed with a dagger, and he knew what to do with that. Unconsciously, the Icelander jumped to his feet and aimed to stab the man, but he was too slow. The pirate dodged the attack and held the boy up by the collar of his tunic. "Let me go!" he growled in the man's face as he simply just laughed. Emil felt beads of sweat run down his silver hairline, but then remembered what the man did to him previously, spit. He locked an icy glare with the man and then spat a big ball of saliva in the man's eye. Once the pirate was off guard he lodged his small dagger into the man's stomach, twice. Yelping slightly when he was dropped back to the ground. The silver haired boy looked up at the dying man with wide, innocent eyes Had he just killed someone?. Once the attacking pirate collapsed to the ground Emil started breathing loudly. A few still moments passed before he looked up towards Tino, worry clouding his eyes "I-I just killed h-him!" he whined, not knowing how to react. [ I killed him, Pony! ]
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    "I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
    would I come running home to you."[/fancypost]


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    Berwald was off right at the start of the battle. Once he heard the establishment of war, he made his way over the wood planks [ and through the woods, to grandmother's house we go! ] and took a jump to land steadily on the rival ship. Now he was going to find a weapon to use before the fight began, but knew that by the time he went to the Weaponry, half of his crew would with be dead or injured.




    Berwald was the powerhouse for fighting. Yes, Tino had a sharp eye for shooting, Matt was definetly a threat with his massive axe, and Lukas was a master with his magic, but the Swede was great with his own bare fists. He didn't have to rely on a dagger or sword, he just had to make sure his hands weren't broken.




    Once his navy blue gaze scanned the ship, he decided on his first target, a man with wavy golden hair. Ber's heavy and wide-set feet dodged the scurrying pirates, occasionally giving some a shove to get them out of his way. He was only about a yard or two away from the blonde. His head was yanked up when he heard a warning sent to his target, Francis. He sent a dark glare towards the Spaniard who had to ruin his approach. Before the Frenchman could react completely, Berwald brought his fist up, level with his head, before slamming it down into Francis' shoulder.
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    "Oh you'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold."[/fancypost]


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    Patrick grinned widely at the familiar sound of his younger brothers voice battling with viking. He tried looking at his brother, but remembered the rope restrained him from doing so "We aren' gonna die," he called out to the Scot "Believe, Al, believe!" he cheered, feeling a rush of excitement pass by him like a gush of wind. The small moment of pure job was stomped on when he watched a bloodthirsty pirate pick up the Icelander that was guarding them.




    "Hey! I think it's us yo want, don' hurt that lil' girl," he called to the attacking pirate. The Irishman kept on watching the little battle, hoping the pirate would come to his senses and help the two of them out of the tied rope. The pirate seemed to be winning against the small grey haired girl-boy, which was a good sign, but, then of course, it all collapsed. His freckled face grew pale when he watched the viking stab the pirate in the stomach "Hey, yo can't jus' stab someone, tha's rude!" he called to the boy, knowing he would we respond if he heard him or not. [ KAAARL ]




    Patrick was starting to get slightly antsy, getting itches in places that weren't reachable with your hands tied behind your back. He started to tap his foot on the ground to get his mind off, but knew it wouldn't help. The thin and silent air made the situation even more uneasy, resulting in him getting stressed.




    Then, he decided to sing a song that might help him stay occupied "Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while," he started, his voice slightly unsteady "and harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle." he tried turning around to see Allistor, hoping he might join in as well. The song was fully Irish, but he sang it all the time when he was kid. Because of this, almost all the Kirkland's knew how to sing it. Patrick was even known to dance during it.




    "Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone," the Irishman's voice started to rise, becoming more and more bold and clear "and lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song!" he started to grin, realizing it might be the song to get them noticed by whoever Arthur sent to rescue them.




    [ here's the link to the lyrics if you want to keep it going http://lyrics.wikia.com/Da_Vin…other_Irish_Drinking_Song ]
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    [c]Shiroba


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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


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    The Captain barely had enough time to turn around as the sound of heavy footsteps and the swing of a weapon came from behind him. Whirling around, sword at the ready, he blocked his attacker. Sword met ax as a loud metallic clang filled the air around them. The two Captains' faces were mere inches from each other, so close that the Brit could practically feel the anger in Køhler's icy glare. Their weapons remained pressed together as the two sized each other up.




    "Ah, Køhler. I was wondering..." Arthur began as he brought back his sword, swinging it forward towards the other man's side in a hard blow. It was parried by the ax.




    "... what are you Vikings doing in the Bermuda, eh? I thought that the Tropics were too warm for you cold-blooded Scandinavians," he finished as he dodged a heavy swing of the ax by centimeters. He could feel the cold iron skimming his clothes while he leaped to the right. He did a quick spin to avoid another backslash before swinging his own sword towards the man's shoulder. Neither of the two Captains had any intentions of losing, and whoever won this duel would probably settle the whole thing.[/fancypost]


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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


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    Turning towards the German, the older Vargas tried to comprehend what he was trying to say. At first he was rather confused, but after several seconds, it clicked. Did they seriously have to disguise themselves as Vikings? He had to admit it wasn't that bad of an idea. After all, what was the use of sneaking around if they would be recognized as pirates? He caught the helmet that was tossed towards him.




    "Hey, that actually isn't that a-f*cked up of an idea for a-you, potato b*stard," he remarked as he placed the helmet on his auburn hair. Next to where the helmets had been were two of those long fur capes that the Vikings always wore, so he picked one up and tied it around his neck so that it billowed out behind him. It felt a little weird to be in the getup, but at least it wouldn't reveal them. However, that didn't stop Lovino from complaining.




    "This smells a-like Neptune's salty *ss," he grimaced, the scent of fish becoming overpowering. Trying not to breathe in the disgusting smell, he started to lead the way towards where the hostages were being kept, which would probably be the middle of the deck, where the masts were. Vargas crept around a few barrels trying to be inconspicuous as he crawled behind some crates. As he made his way across the deck, attempting to me stealthy, a sudden shadow loomed over to where he was crawling sneakily. The scowling face of a Viking peered at him, and Lovino gulped. Did the Viking recognize him as a pirate? There was a moment of hard silence before the Viking smiled.




    "Oh! It's you, Brandt! I thought you were below deck?" the man exclaimed with a hearty laugh. Feeling honestly very clueless as to why the strange Viking was mistaking him for some 'Brandt', Lovi took one of his pistols and without any hesitation, shot the man in the face. The older guy fell to the ground in front of him, twitching once before falling still. The Gunner took on his familiar scowl as he looked at the body.




    "That guy was f*cking weird, a-so I shot him."[/fancypost]


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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


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    "Come on, boys. This'll be easy! The kid's a scrawny walking stick," one man sneered.




    "He's got a broken arm too!"




    "Hey kid, this'll teach you Vikings not to mess with us!"




    Then, the man who had spoken last swung his sword at Lukas, whose face remained stoic as he used his own weapon to meet the guy's sword midair, twisting it so that the sword flew out of the guy's grasp and into the ocean. In the moment of surprise that the pirate was experiencing, the Norge kicked out a leg and round-house kicked him into the water, hence following his sword. A satisfying splash was heard as the man fell.




    "Who's next," the blonde said tauntingly. Two of the pirates made their way forward, slightly nervous now that one of their comrades had been taken out. Simultaneously, they thrust their swords at Bondevik's chest, but he dodged easily, stepping backwards in time to avoid their blades. With little effort, he swung his sword so that it cut through both men at the same time. The shock in their faces was replaced with glassy nothingness as they fell limply into the water. The remaining three men looked at Lukas with what would be classified as horror, now afraid of the 'scrawny little boy' who had just destroyed three of their friends. Two of the men began to back away in fright, but the Norwegian cut them off, stabbing his sword with lightning speed through both their chests as their bodies fell to the planks.




    The final pirate looked at Lukas with brazen courage, swiping his sword at the Viking. He used his own weapon to parry off the attacks with ease before knocking the opponent's sword away. The man's temporary pride fell away as the Norwegian grabbed his collar and put his face right up to the man's.




    "Serves you right, you *ss."




    With that, Lukas threw the man into the water and continued his way across the plank, his expression just as blank as if nothing had happened.[/fancypost]


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    "Let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down."[/fancypost]


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    Feeling a bit dejected, the Finn raised his head above the low railing again to see that the Italian and his German friend had gone. They were probably somewhere on the ship by now. Looking once more over the side of the ship, Tino looked just in time to see Lukas's little feat. That was usually how things went. People underestimated Emil, Tino, and even Lukas because they were smaller and thinner. But if you looked at the Norwegian, who had just singlehandedly killed six pirates with a few swings of a sword, Tino who had the wicked skills of a professional sniper, and Emil who was practically the younger version of Luk, they definitely weren't helpless.




    The violet-eyed man continued to shoot until his rounds were used up. He rummaged in his tunic pocket for another box, pulling it out and restocking his rifle. Once he had refilled on bullets, Tino decided to carry on his job down on deck, and maybe even take on Lovino.




    After crawling down the long rope ladder back onto the deck, he looked about, spotting Emil, who was about to be pounded by a pirate. Tino reached for his gun, preparing for the worst, before the Icelander pulled out a dagger and stabbed the man.




    Sighing with relief, the blonde turned away from Emil. The boy could handle himself fine. Tino ran towards the cannon room, wanting to check on the artillery again when the accented voice of a certain Italian, followed by a gunshot.




    Lovino was nearby.[/fancypost]


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    "Lights off when they should be on. Even stars in the skies, they're wrong."[/fancypost]


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    "Good job, mon ami slayyy all day," Francis began before getting cut off by Toni's warning. Behind him...




    Just as he turned around, an extremely heavy force collided with his shoulder. Immediate shooting pain spread across his arm, not enough to break it or anything, but the shock from the hit was great enough to momentarily immobilize his arm. Once the tingly feeling fell away, the blonde looked up at his attacker.




    "Sacre bleu..." he muttered. The man was a giant. He towered over all three of the BTT, and had a thin scowl and no weapon. He had used his fists to punch Francis, and it had hurt like hell. He could vaguely remember the mountain-of-man to be Berwald Oxerstiena, a Swedish Viking. As soon as he was able to recover, the wavy-haired blonde raised his sword and swiped it, but inches before landing, a big hand shout out and caught the weapon in his bare hand.




    Breathing heavily, Francis raised his sword again, ignoring the tingling
    pain in his arm as launched another attack.




    "Toni! Un peu d'aide," he grunted, his sword being blocked once again by the man's bare fists. How was it even possible to be so strong? There was no way that he could win on his own. He needed backup. When Francis was flustered or angry, most of his speech would turn to French, which was exactly what was happening now.




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    "I'm more than you know, a body in a soul, you don't see me but you will."[/fancypost]


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    "Oi, demon eyes!" The Viking scoffed at him, sending the German a taunting glare. The silver-haired man frowned. He didn't like it when people called him that. He remembered that as a child, the villagers where he lived were afraid of him because of his appearance, and they would hit him. He recalled all of the horrible names that they called him due to his eyes, and it hurt to bring up those memories. When he had become drafted into piracy, that was when he decided to turn things around. Gilbert ignored all those things and gained a really obnoxious sense of confidence. That was the main reason why he liked to be so self-absorbed, was because he didn't want to go back to the way he was. He didn't want to be a bad brother for Ludwig.




    "Vhen vill jou people learn--" he began, swiping his sword so it left a long gash on the man's face. The Prussian's eyes gleamed with cooped up hatred and revenge for all of the people who had mocked him.




    "--zat jou vill never be--" Gilbert knocked away the Viking's weapon.




    "--ZE AWESOME ME!"




    With that, Beilschmidt took his sword and drove it straight through the guy's chest, the light disappearing from the man's eyes as he thumped to the floor. Gilbert puffed out his chest with victory and spit in the man's face just for added measure, putting a booted foot on the man's stomach. He had certainly proved all those stupid people wrong. Gilbert Beilschmidt was no red-eyed albino freak. He was an awesome, b*tch-*ss, kick butt albino freak, and he didn't give two sh*ts about these Vikings.[/fancypost]


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    "I need to move, I need to fight, I need to lose myself tonight."[/fancypost]


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    "That was a sight oi'd rather like t' forget..." the red-head murmured under his breath as he turned away with a slight grimace, only looking back at the Icelander when he had sunk to the ground, a bit stricken that he had just stabbed someone, and Patrick looking as clueless as ever.




    "Pattie, that lass is a lad," he corrected, before shifting his gaze back to Emil.




    "Besides, aren't ya vikings always killin' people? Hey, it's okay Johnny-boy, we just gotta find Dally I mean, if ya look on the bright side, at least that's one less pirate t' worry 'bout? Ya know, comin' from the Viking point o' view," Allistor said, semi-optimistically, not really helping much with the situation. He realized he should really be shutting his mouth, and kept silent, that is until Patrick began to sing. He recognized the song. It was an old Irish drinking tune that Pat often sang around the house, so all of the Kirklands knew it. It took a while for the Scot to register what was happening, the first verse already over by the time he joined in.




    "Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox," he began, quietly and unsure since he didn't want to suddenly burst out into song [ wow its like high school musical up in here ]. But as he continued the verse, his voice grew stronger, and soon, he found himself singing rather loudly.




    "Me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a box [ omg that's actually what happened to Pat ]. Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise, me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes."




    By that point, the ginger was lightly rocking side to side and tapping his feet to the rhythm. Though he knew his voice sounded like a dying seal, he didn't really mind. Already, he felt his mood brighten with the folk song. As he finished the verse and launched into the chorus, Patrick joined in with him and the two of them sang it together, their voices horribly off key and hoarse, but still musical nonetheless. He wished his hands were not bound so he could emphasize the song with some hand motions or swing his arms or something.




    "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again."[/fancypost]


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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    Stubborn courage filled the small American's mind. He had the small dagger in his right hand and the doorknob in his other. Giving the knob a small twist, he felt a gush of sea spray hit his face, along with the gruesome smell of fish. Alfred scrunched his nose up tightly, trying to block the stench as much as he could, while looking around the busy main deck. There were as many vikings on their ship as there were pirates, which wasn't always a good sign... There must've been crew on The Saga as well, hopefully.




    All of that didn't matter though, what did was his dagger and what he was going to do with it. Both of his hands wrapped around the rough handle, letting the shiny blade stick out from his fingers. "Let's kill some vikings…" he muttered with a slight fury in his small voice. His bare feet led him through a maze of pirates, the sound of confusion coming from their mouths, but Alfred didn't care. Once his sky blue eyes caught the menacing sight of a horned helmet he stormed to it. With a loud GRAAH! and a dagger clutched tightly, he jumped in midair at the viking, stabbing his knife into the man's fur boot. The expression of the man's stoic suddenly grew with agony, his hands flying to his foot to hold it while jumping around on his good foot. The young blonde took the moment to sprint away, going to find his new victim. Though he didn't leave without snickering at the pained viking.
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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    Antonio had gone right back to fighting after he had given Francis the warning. His axe pounded and sliced at the oncoming pirates. Most either left the Spaniard after their fight with a few cuts or lost limbs, there was no in-between.




    His axe was being lifted into the air, inches away from sinking it's sharp edge into a man's arm, when he was called by the Frenchman. His arm froze, freezing the axe along with it "Que?" he asked out loud, turning his green vision to the battle between Francis and the towering viking. The man was tall one, about a good six feet, but what was more threatening was the Swede's iron fists. He watched the man catch Francis' sword attacks with his left hand, throwing the weapon back at him after. The Spaniard was so hypnotized by the sight that his own attacker got a good slice out of Toni's cheek. With a yelp, he turned back to his own battle, swinging the butt of his axe at his gut, sending him flying backward. His hand quickly wiped the dripping blood from his cheek before rushing over to Francis' aid.




    Antonio tried a swing of his axe at Berwald's feet, but was stopped when he simply stepped on his weapon, kicking it aside. "Mierda!" the Spanish man cursed before sliding to the ground to snatch up his weapon. While he was on the floor his eyes looked up to see Gilbert beating the crap out of an attacking viking. He watched the Prussian stab, spit at, and kick the fallen man with wide, awestruck eyes. "Nice one, Gilbert." he commented toward the sudden aggressive man before jumping to his feet and dragging himself back into, what seemed to be, an eternal battle.




    The Spaniard had taken a few more swings at the Swede before one actually hit, making the man stumble "Francis, knock him down, hurry!" he directed the Frenchman, as he was too tired to use his dead-weight axe anymore. Antonio's face was as red as a tomato and covered with sweat by the time he watched the long haired blonde take his chance at attacks.
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    "But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play."[/fancypost]


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    Ludwig had topped his messy blonde hair with that of a viking helmet that had deer antlers instead of horns. Unusual, to say the least, but then again what wasn't unusual about these vikings? He had followed behind Lovino, grabbing himself a rough fur cape after Lovi had already moved on. Quickly tying it around his neck, he rushed over to the Italian after he heard the sharp sound of a gunshot. Preparing himself for the worst, the German cut around the corner of the ship to see the auburn haired teen standing over a viking with his face blown off. The sight was one to make even the toughest of warriors cringe. The explanation of why the Italian did it made Ludwig cringe even more. "Und blowing off a man's face isn't?" he countered the italian's excuse. It would've been a heated argument, if there wasn't a gang of vikings marching through the very place they stood.




    Eins, zwei, drei, vier- Ludwig counted, eyes widening every time a viking had added to the group. They were inching closer, and with the amount of eyes that would be on them they would be bounded to get recognized. The German clenched his teeth down hardly, looking around him for a place to hide. There was no better place than the barrels that Lovino had recently popped out of. With a small growl, his hand shot out and grabbed the Italian's fur cape, pulling him down with him as he crouched behind the barrels, the smell of them strong with alcohol. The blonde waited for the thumping of feet to pass before he continued to crawl behind the barrels, not even bothering to check if Lovi was following behind him. The rather long line of barrels ended, and Ludwig stuck his head out from behind before standing back up. His blue gaze caught the hostages fire bright hair right away, and, of course, their obnoxious singing. With a slight scowl, he made his way over, quite carelessly. All he wanted was to get the brothers out and leave this rancid excuse for a ship. As he was about a yard or two away from untying them, a Finn-shot bullet lodged itself in between his legs. Frozen in fear, the German stood still, glancing back at the Italian for help.
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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    The viking captain continued to pound his axe against the pirate's sword-covered blocks. He watched as the thin silver weapon pierced through the air towards his chest, thankfully he was on alert and blocked it with the body of his own weapon. He pushed the sword back to it's owner, the eerie screech coming after it. "Ah... Yeah... All of the North already cowards in fear when we pass through," he finally spoke up, a fake grin replacing his once determined scowl "So we thought 'Why not get a little competition'," Matt raised his axe high into the air, flexing his arm down which released the strength and the double headed weapon, in which he wielded, down on the British captain. But before the weapon could've tried to make contact, he paused to speak again "And we can all agree, there's no competition here." he sneered savagely, finally bringing down his weapon to strike Arthur, only to find it blocked again.




    Clink, slash, swoosh… their weapons whined as they hit each other. Occasionally, the Dane had a few missteps, making him stumble or even fall to his knees. Thankfully, he was quick to get up. The blonde had also tried hitting Arthur from when he was on the ground, thinking he would've been off guard. Nope, the two captains were as even as ever, every hit being returned with an even slash. It was useless, unless.... Hey, Luk," he cocked his head to the right, facing the Norge and giving him a raised eyebrow "Magi, now." he gestured to the pirate captain in front of him, hoping for something that could end the fight once and for all.
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    "But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder."[/fancypost]


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    Emil stayed on the ground, staring at the bleeding and quite dead pirate in disgust. His knife was warm with sweat and blood, soaking the Icelanders hand in the crimson liquid. When his hand pushed against the wood, trying to push himself backwards, he felt something sticky on his palm, and when he noticed it was blood he was alarmed to say the least. This is blood of a man I killed... he thought gloomily, still not over the fact he had just murdered someone.




    Emil had successfully pulled himself onto his knees, letting him ease all the way up to getting back on his feet. Once he did so, he found himself looking eye to eyes with the taller ginger hostage, slowly comprehending what he had said, still suffering from post-traumatic stress. After replaying the words in his mind several times, he came out with a conclusion "Bruh?…What? W-why would you even say that?" the Icelander asked, glaring his violet eyes in confusion. But before the Scot could've answered, he and his friend/brother/comrade starting howling a song at the top of their lungs.




    While covering his ears, the silver haired boy had pushed the corpse out of the way. He had perked up when he heard some thumping from behind the line of barrels. He raised an eyebrow, but continued to try and drag the body as far away from him as possible. When he came back to his post, he was staring right up at tall and menacing blonde teen. His knife threatened to fall right out of his soaked hand, but had enough energy to keep it in a firm grasp.
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    "I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
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    Berwald's first reaction to anything forced at him was for him to catch it. Which was exactly what he did when Francis slashed at him. His rough palms wrapped around the blade, feeling a faint sense of warm blood trickle through his knuckles, but no pain came with it. He thrusted the sword back at his opposer, repeating the same actions several times. The Swede had vaguely remembered this Frenchman, knowing that he was a master swordsman and barley seen without the accompaniment of Antonio Carriedo and Gilbert Beilschmidt. That made it that much harder to try and beat the man, but Oxenstierna was not giving up.




    The Swedish viking was doing fairly well while battling the blonde haired man, but got a little nervous when he was caught in a 2 V. 1. Antonio had already tried to immediately hit him with his weapon, but Berwlad simply stomped on it like a fly. The two attackers were armed with fearful weapons, especially the Spanish one. A sword slashed at him while an axe came pounding down on him, making his hands work overtime on stopping their fury. There was one point in which he was so caught up and distracted by the swinging French sword that he was caught off guard when an axe came crashing into his armor-covered chest. The advance had made him stumble and knocked the wind right out of him. Berwald took a moment to regain his breath, and to get back in his defensive stance. Right away, he knew he was screwed, especially when he heard the Spaniard's orders to finish him.
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    "We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light."[/fancypost]


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    "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again." he sang along with his brother, voices combining in a chorus of ear-bleeding music. He knew right away that Alistor was enjoying the sudden break out in singing as much as he was. While they did this, Patrick looked around at the other faces surrounding the ship. He had already received a dirty look from the apparent guy pirate, but knew more were coming.




    "Ken was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in Clare," the Irishman belt out, boot tapping on best against the deck and looking towards the vikings to his right "Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air." his clover gaze then dragging to the men on his right, wanting everyone on the ship to notice their song. "Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June, Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in the Toome!" Pat howled, an idiotic grin growing on his freckled face, adding emphasis to the last note. He tried his best to look back at his brother, waiting for his reply in the song.




    The song wasn't written by Patrick, but it did have it's backstory in the Kirkland family. Being the second oldest, he found himself being ignored by his parents more than Arthur and Alistor were. Although, he had also founded himself following in his older brothers footsteps, so why would they have been worried about him? Anyways, when they had eaten dinner all together he had quickly realized that only those two brothers were asked question by his parents, and mainly just overall noticed. This led the Irishman's jealousy grow with fury. Whenever his father had gotten up to use the Lou, he had slipped under the table and popped up in his fathers seat, grabbing and swinging his mug of golden beer. The song, as you probably had guessed, came right after it. This became a daily occurrence, after Pat had realized that his parents and finally took more notice in him. And of course, it made all of his brothers laugh, even Dylan let out a small chuckle here and there. It was his small breakthrough.




    While being tied to a mast, the Irishman had a lot of time to think. He was reminded of the faint memory of how he finally got noticed. And what were Alistor and him trying to do? That's right, get noticed by the pirates. It turns out that Patrick wasn't that hopeless after all. He was just a little slow.
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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1206.cur),auto;]Arthur gritted his teeth together as he blocked hit after hit, sword meeting axe in a loud screech of metal. It was a very evenly matched, Kirkland's swift movements and Kohler's brute strength met in a hard battle. The English Captain frowned as he pushed off another tough swing of the axe, arms straining with the effort of evading the bulkier weapon.




    "If there was any bloody competition here, it wouldn't be you, Kohler," he grunted as he drew back his sword to swipe at the Dane. The taller man dodged smoothly to the side, before launching an attack of his own. Once again, their weapons clashed. Suddenly, the Brit heard several loud yelps behind him. Fearing the worst, he risked a glance behind him, and that was all it took.




    There were several Pirates clutching their feet, hopping up and down frantically as small beads of blood dripped from their shoes from what looked like stab wounds in their feet. What in the world was going on? At first the English man was confused, but then he saw Alfred.




    That little bugger.




    He should have known that the American wouldn't want to stay below deck. He always found a way to get in trouble, no matter what the situation. Even if he had disobeyed orders, Arthur found that he couldn't be angry at Jones. He was helping out to some degree, even if it was just stabbing at people's feet with a little sword.




    Turning back to the Danish blonde when he heard the mention of magic, Arthur met the sturdy blue gaze of Matthias. Lukas had arrived on the scene, not too far off. If the Norwegian used his magic... things would get ugly really fast. The Brit would have brought forth his own magic, but unfortunately, he had left most of his things back at home. The most he could do was lessen the damage of the Norge.




    "Don't do it, don't do it, oh my god. Don't you dare, Bondevik."[/fancypost]


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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1221.cur),auto;]Raising an eyebrow and scowling down at the dead man's mangled face, Lovino dropped back down and began to crawl after Ludwig, whom had taken the lead. The line of barrels came to a stop, and the two men stood up, the bright, fire-engine heads of the hostages coming into sight. Beilschmidt went to untie the Kirklands, with the auburn-haired Italian covering him from several feet away, brandishing his pistols intimidatingly, shooting anyone who came too close. Suddenly, a heavy grunt sounded from behind him. Spinning around to see the source, his eyes widened when he saw where the sound had come from.




    Ludwig was doubled over, his expression slightly contorted in pain as he gripped his thigh. The bleeding hole of a bullet wound was clearly visible, blood seeping onto the German man's pants and pooling ono the floor. It had obviously not been Lovino who had shot him, so who else could have a gun? None of the Vikings he had seen had had any sort of guns either, and the only other person on this boat that he was sure of that could have shot that bullet was...




    Tino Väinämöinen.




    There, standing several yards away from the mast, was the Finnish man, his rifle leveled to where the shot had been fired, smoke curling out of the barrel of the gun. Tino's usually kind face was now stoic and serious, his violet eyes trained on Ludwig and Lovino.




    "It's about time you a-f*cking showed up, Väinämöinen."[/fancypost]


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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1218.cur),auto;]Lukas continued to walk down the plank. The remaining Pirates that stood in between him and the Rogue's Revenge quickly backed off and stood away from him so that he could pass. No one wanted to mess with him now. Though this was hardly an accomplishment, the Norge couldn't help but feel a twinge of smugness. He crossed onto the opposite deck, stepping off of the plank and surveying the scene before doing anything. There were the two Captains, fighting things out, while the infamous BTT were teaming up against Berwald, and a small American child was running about and stabbing people's feet. Quite a lineup.




    Going towards his Captain, he stopped a few feet in front of them, looking at the two men with a slight look of almost boredom. If Matthias wanted him to use his magic, then so be it. He wouldn't need his sword for this, so he sheathed it in his holster. It was a well known fact that Lukas was a very talented magi user. Arthur was one as well, but not in the ways that the Norwegian possessed.




    "Hm. You amuse me Kirkland, trying to tell me what to do. Only my mother can do that, and she's dead, as I expect you will be. Once we kill you, do say hello to my mother for me," he deadpanned, before closing his eyes. He began to mutter incantations under his breath, almost too quiet to hear, but as the chanting continued, his voice grew louder and louder until by the end, it was close to shouting. His palms glowed blue, his wispy blonde hair floating around his head, eyes now open and shining with the same glow as his hands.




    As quickly as the spell had began, it ended. The strange glow in his eyes faded, his hair falling back down. His hands however, kept the same lustrous blue glow. With those cursed words, Lukas said, "Avada Kedavra," and everyone died and he was sent to Azkaban. Lukas trained his gaze to land on Arthur, and raised his palms before a big blast of blue light exploded from his hand. It flew inches past the Brit's head, instead making its mark on a poor Pirate nearby. The effects were instantaneous as the man's chest burst into flame. Within moments, the man crumpled to the floor in a charred, mess of a body.




    "Bish don't mess with me. Consider yourself lucky, Kirkland. I'm not going to miss again."[/fancypost]


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    "Let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down."[/fancypost]


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    The man he had hit instantly clutched his wound, face contorted in pain as blood began to gush through his clothing and onto the floor. The grunts of the man alerted Vargas, and the Italian finally looked in Tino's direction, eyes instantly narrowing as his pistols were aimed at him in the blink of an eye.




    "Fancy seeing you here, eh, Vargas?" the violet-eyed man said, not moving an inch as he held his gaze with his opponent's hazel one.




    "You should be glad that I hit your friend instead of you." Lovino's frown deepened at Tino's words.




    "Friend? The potato b*stard? No a-way. He's not a-my amico, but he's still a Pirate. You'll a-have to get a-through me if you want to keep these hostages," the dark-haired man stated with a growl. Tino raised an eyebrow at him.




    "Alright. I don't want to have to do this, but..."




    With that, a shot rang out, a bullet exploding from the gun barrel towards Lovino, who dove to the side just in time for it to miss. This would be a battle Tino could not afford to lose.[/fancypost]


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    "Lights off when they should be on. Even stars in the skies, they're wrong."[/fancypost]


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    Out of the corner of his eye, Francis spotted Gilbert, who had taken down one of the Vikings on his own. Pride was shimmering in his friend's eyes, as well as fierce courage. Oh. He recalled a bit of Gilbert's back story, for the albino had told it to him and Toni a while back. It was a sad one. The Prussian had lived in a bad village and had been harshly mistreated for the way he looked. Though Gil didn't go into a whole lot of detail, he had said that there had been mobs, torches, and fire. In other words, Gilbert had a reason to be as cocky as he was.




    Francis was brought to the present by Toni's loud shout to finish the Swedish man. Raising his sword, the Frenchman prepared to bring down his weapon, thus killing Berwald, but he found that he could not. Why couldn't he? This man was an enemy whom he barely knew. This man had probably killed many other Pirates, so why was he going to spare him? Why couldn't Francis bring down his sword? He couldn't just let the man go.




    Acting quickly, he took his sword and brought it to Berwald's neck, the point resting on the man's skin. It wasn't enough to pierce through, but there was enough pressure where the Swede would at least have a scratch.




    "Toni, what should we do with 'im?"[/fancypost]


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    "I'm more than you know, a body in a soul, you don't see me but you will."[/fancypost]


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    He could leave behind the people who had mistreated him, mobbed him, rioted. They didn't like him for being different, and they had been afraid. He had been through fire, the pitchforks, and the stakes. He had endured their constant insults and rumors, the lies and the horrible truths. He had kept going for Ludwig, to be the brother that the boy deserved. Gilbert would be the best man that he could, for Ludwig.




    "Oi! Who's next? Who wants to be ze awesome me's next victim!" he exclaimed as two more thug-like Vikings approached him. He was fired up now [ vroom vroom ready to go -Matthew ], and nothing could stop him. He easily took down the Vikings, dodging their hits and stabbing each in the stomach.




    As long as he was Gilbert, he had nothing to fear.[/fancypost]


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    "I need to move, I need to fight, I need to lose myself tonight."[/fancypost]


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    "Oi! He was savin' us ye know? That was a lil' rude," he exclaimed in a bit of an irritated tone as he started up the song again, hoping to at least lighten the dark mood that was beginning to fall over Ludwig.




    "'Cleanliness is godliness,' me Uncle Pat would sing, he broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring. O'Grady he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup, he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up. Oi!" he continued.




    "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again," he sang, now at the top of his lungs. This song brought out the emotion in him, and Allistor found that he was beginning to feel a good tear coming on. His voice sounded like sh*t, and most of the people nearby were clogging their ears (one man even jumped overboard). However, much to everyone's delight, the song still had a ways to go.[/fancypost]


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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    Boots, sandals, barefeet; they were all stabbed. Alfred's approach in all of his attacks was 'no foot too big', and boy did he live by it. Some vikings had such big feet that the young blonde had to climb onto it before piercing his small blade through it. Though he got away before any of them could snap a curse or a slash a sword at him. Plus, who would have enough nerve to hit a little boy? Not even the evilest villains had enough guts to do so.




    Alfred was in the middle of sinking his knife into a rather smelly viking, in which he would swear the smell was enough to knock someone out, when he felt an emerald green stare on him. He whipped his head around, strands of his golden hair flocking into his face. The rather paranormal sight of the Norwegian's spell chanting made the blonde want to get closer, almost like a moth to a flame. As he took smell steps towards the two captains and the apparent wizard, he yelped and jumped back when Lukas shot a stream of blue light just to the side of Arthur. Wait... Arthur! Now's my time to show him that I can fight just as good as him! he though, a cocky grin brightening his face.




    With a running start, Alfie made his way over to the Norwegian, knife grasped tightly in his small hands. The Norge's boots were just waiting for him to stab, almost mocking him in a way. He looked one more time up at the pirate captain, giving him a reassuring smile before yelling out his battle cry "I won't miss either!" he yelled, jumping up and landing his blade into Lukas' foot. His eyebrows furrowed and a scowl replaced his once confident grin. As you could see, Alfred took heroism quite seriously.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    Antonio stood still, hands still curled around the handle of his axe. Sweat poured down his tan face as he waited for Francis' final blow. He saw the gleaming silver sword lift up to the sky, but he did not see it come down with the same force. Like a feather, the weapon glided down and found a place on the Swede's neck, making the man flinch slightly. Other than the panicked and loud breathing of Berwald, it was dead silent.




    Dios mío. the Spaniard thought He couldn't do it.. Then again, the brunet knew he couldn't have either. All the other vikings were simple to kill. He had just sliced up two of them seconds ago! Berwald, for some reason, seemed to have a greater impact on both the vikings and pirates, which meant more chaos if killed. "Err-… I do not know," he faced towards his blonde friend, an expression of pure innocence soaked his face "Use him as a peace offering?" he offered, honestly not knowing what to do. He had never been in a situation like this; a situation that called for a straight decision. His life was usually always planned for him, not even giving him the chance to give input.




    Antonio's reason for turning to piracy wasn't as heartbreaking as Gilbert's, nor would it ever compare, but he did have his reasons. Back in Spain, his hometown, he was only a child during the constant poverty and depression that ridded his country. The once colorful and bouncing streets were replaced with beggars and ruins, and one of these beggars was Toni. His family had left him with a basket of food, a blanket, and a small and rusting guitar before leaving him to find better work and a better home. The Spanish boy was too young to understand what was happening completely, but he could get the gist of it. In the cobblestone streets, he continued to live alone, only the soft music of his guitar to keep him company. Occasionally, passing strangers tossed him a scrap of bread or a bruised tomato for his strumming, which was thankfully enough to keep him up. But every time a citizen walked through the street they seemed to mock Toni, not because of the food they had, but because of the life that they had




    At the time, he knew his life was over. There would be nothing for a boy to do without money, health, or a family, and he knew it. His future was settled before he could even try and change it. Thankfully, one day he ventured away from the dull stone road and found his way to a dock, and in that dock sat the Rogue's Revenge. That's when he knew his beggar days were over. That's when the real Antonio came to be.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play."[/fancypost]


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    The first bullet barley missed him, but the second didn't take the same path as the first.




    Ludwig had shaken off the first bullet as it missed him, taking a deep breath and making his way to the Kirkland's. He was halfway through untying Patrick's when it happened. One of his shoulders were higher than the other, only because of the tight space he was in, which was the perfect target. If he could've gone back in time to just crotch lower an inch, he would've. Sadly, that wasn't the case.




    The bullet was like a fly. The German looked up to see a small black fleck in the sky, but ignored it and went on to continue his job. Not a second later, a fire spread through his right shoulder. His arm immediately snapped back to his side while his left hand continued to hold onto the ruffled rope. His pale blue eyes were forced to a squint, as the torment of the pain forced him to close his eyes. Ludwig could see red, lots of it, all over his shoulder. His vision started getting fuzzier and fuzzier, and a coppery taste formed in his mouth. First reaction? Well, it was to touch it. His shaky left hand slowly made it's way over to touch the wound, and when he did the pain roared.




    The German opened his mouth to yell for the first person who came to mind, Gilbert. His jaw opened wide, but was forced shut when a surge of agony came crawling from his shoulder to the rest of his body. He also tried yelling for other help or let out a whine of discomfort, but couldn't find his voice. He sat hopelessly on the floor, his left hand covering the bullet hole, almost acting as a bandaid. The German knew he couldn't move his arm, and even if he could it would most definitely just cause the pain to worsen, so he was left on the ground.




    Ludwig hadn't even thought of Lovino, temporarily forgetting everything that had made him come here in the first place. The only thing he could vaguely remember was that he was supposed to bring hostages back to the ship. His misty blue eyes could barley make out their faces, but their bright orange hair made it clear. His brain, along with his shoulder, begged for a break. Beilschmidt's job was obviously over. He had failed to keep them alive and himself alive for all he knew. That was until he felt himself be lifted by his good arm along with the sizzling pain from his other injured shoulder.
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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    The viking smirked smugly when his icy gaze connected with those of the rival captain's. It seemed like a weak move, that he couldn't defend himself, but he knew this way would be easier. With the Norge's magic leading the battle it would definitely catch the attention of Arthur, which would then give him a chance to attack while he was vulnerable.




    With a small twist of his head, Matthias watched as a small glow of turquoise erupted in Lukas' palms. Even his dark and unresponsive eyes had a blue aura. The Dane had unconsciously taken a few steps back, knowing the dangers and darkness that the Norwegian magic held. A blonde eyebrow raised when the turquoise glow shot past Arthur, erupting one of the pirate crew members into flames and embers. From Lukas' remark, he knew the Norge wasn't finished with his magic, which meant it was his time to attack. He lifted his axe level with his side, and once Arthur was lifting up his hands to try and block the magic with his own, he swung it. He swung it hard, like a hitter in baseball: forcefully and whole-heartedly. During this attack, the same wild look lit up his blue gaze. This attack was a risky one, with all the spells and charms being passed around right in front of him, but he knew that he needed to attack right then and there. Procrastinating anymore would lead to no results.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder."[/fancypost]


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    Emil found himself about to be pounded by the German teen, but that was before the man had gotten shot in his shoulder. Pity. The Icelander was secretly pumped to get in another fight, knowing that he was a lot stronger than he thought he was.




    He decided to leave the scene of the dying Ludwig, so no one could blame him for the man's injuries (he had already killed one man, why get blamed for another?). His booted feet started to take off, and finally slowed down once it left Emil behind Tino, backing the older viking up. He had honestly not known what to do back at his post. There was a half dead guy bleeding right next to a chorus of singing Kirklands. Weird, to say the least.




    While the Finn and Italian faced off with their pistols, Emil stood hopelessly behind Tino, not knowing what to do. While he stood, silently, he decided he was not needed to assist the gun fight in anyway. Instead, he decided to fulfill Tino's job instead, as he was obviously preoccupied. Turning his head around cautiously several times, his hand gripped the rope ladder while the other quickly sheathed his knife. Afterwards, the Icelander quickly made his way up to the Crow's Nest, taking in the oceans beauty before realizing people were dropping dead like flies in the battle. His violet gaze had to be ripped away from the bustling teal sea, then directed towards the Rogue's Revenge. Then he saw it all. Two pirates towering over a fallen Berwald, and a joined effort of Matthias and Lukas taking down Arthur, he realized how little he was contributing to their well being.




    With a firm hmph, he looked around the 'Nest' for anything that might be useful for them to win. All that was up there was rope, a bag of Salmiakki, some bullets, and a forgotten bow and arrow. The Icelander raised an eyebrow, looking down at the long range weapon. Why would Tino have a bow? he thought Well, you have to run out of ammo at one point. But the Finn's need for the weapon wasn't important, but Emil's was. [ill make Emil shoot an arrow by Francis and Toni to distract and then sve escapes boom]
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
    would I come running home to you."[/fancypost]


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    One second he was as strong as a man with a gun, then the next second he was on the ground, defeated.




    Berwald hadn't exactly remembered what had happen, but he did know that he had gotten distracted which led into one attack and then his defeat. He laid, back down, on planked floor. The tip of Francis' sword pierced into his neck, but not too hard for him to react. His hand gripped the fur on his cape to keep him from throwing an inappropriate punch to one of his attackers.




    His fate was unplanned, according to Francis and Toni, but knew it wouldn't be pretty either way. Fan... I should've brought a weap'n'... he thought grimly, glaring up at two thirds of the BTT. His dark blue eyes were twitching with fury, but also with slight fear. What if they kept him prisoner, or threw him overboard? The results for his future were endless, and rather dark.




    He waited quietly as the two pirates discussed what to do with him. Maybe he could just slip away while they continued to debate…
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light."[/fancypost]


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    "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again." every word getting louder and louder to a point that it might just break glass. His auburn curly hair looked like a bird's nest as he shook his head up and down to the beat him an Allistor had made. If his hands and legs were freed he would've done a whole dance number.




    Speaking of hands, Ludwig was in the middle of untying Pat's rope when he had gotten shot. The Irishman wasn't in the middle of a music number so he had time to react "Bloody 'ell, that's gon' hurt!" he winced as he watched the German pirate hit the deck, grasping his shoulder in pain. He was going to continue singing, but then he realized that his rope was almost untied, meaning it was loose. Pat rubbed the rope against the mast, causing the friction to slowly tear apart the threads of what was used as handcuffs. He was jerked forward once the rope had been fully ripped off. The Irishman rubbed his wrists tenderly as he made his way over to his brother, starting to untie his while he sang his verse. It took a while for Patrick to undo the knot, but once he did him and Al fell to the ground together. They let a few man hugs pass and soft sobs, making the moment even more dramatic. It definitely caught the attention of probably everyone on The Saga. It took a minute for them to regain their normalcy, but when they did Patrick made it his duty to continue the song, like nothing ever happened.




    "Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the cliffs of Alderney," he chanted, nudging the Scot with his elbow and gesturing to the suffering Ludwig "he took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen." the song continued as Patrick gently lifted up the German man's good arm, wrapping it around his own shoulders, acting as a crutch for the man. "Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun, but in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone!" he sang and sang and sang, glancing at Alistor for him to come and assist him with their fallen savior. This gave him a moment to quickly look over Ludwig. His freckled face turned to face his drooling and pale face, and not to mention his blood drenched shoulder. He didn't seem completely awake at the moment. Well, maybe he was just resting... Hopefully.
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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


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    The magic hit the pirate square in the chest. The man instantly went up in flames, and within seconds, all that was left of the sailor was a few ashes and burnt clothes.




    Well then.




    Eyes wide, the Brit whipped around to face Lukas. He couldn't let a single one of those things touch him! He would have used spells of his own, if he hadn't bloody left all of his things back at home. He could practically see Peter running around the house, spilling potions and messing around with his things... and if he knew Dylan, the Welshman was probably just sitting back and reading a book and not really caring about what was happening. Both of them would be getting a stern talking to when he returned home.




    What was even worse was when a certain song reached his ears.




    Really. Really.




    Did Allistor and Patrick really have to sing that song now? Of all times? He would have face-palmed himself if he hadn't been in the middle of a battle. Ugh, the nerve of them.




    He raised his sword and blocked several more attacks from Matthias, while still trying to sidestep and dodge some of the magic that Lukas was trying to hurl at him. However, it looked like he'd have a small bit of distraction, as Alfred had conveniently chosen Lukas as his next victim and had stabbed the Norge's foot.[/fancypost]


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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


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    Bang, bang!




    Two shots fired out of his pistols, one ripping a hole through Tino's baggy tunic (but missing his actual body) and the other barely missing his hat.




    "D*mn it!" the Italian cursed angrily. He'd missed again! Risking a quick glance around the barrels to see how Ludwig was doing, he was slightly relieved to see that the captives had been freed. But they weren't doing much. They had sunk to the ground, holding each other and crying wildly while still singing that horrible song at the top of their lungs. Meanwhile, Ludwig was slumped against the mast, slowly dying.




    Did Lovino really have to take care of things himself, again?




    Waiting until Tino went to reload his rifle, the dark-haired Vargas ran out from his hiding spot and over to where Patrick and Allistor had stood up and were now trying to help Ludwig up. The gingers each took an arm and had started to drag him across the ship.




    "Oi, carrot-heads! I'll a-cover for you," he exclaimed, before joining them and firing more shots at the Finn.[/fancypost]


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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


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    "Faen!" he grunted, reaching out and grabbing onto his foot in pain. The boy had managed to stab his foot through his boot. Great, now he only had one foot and one arm to work with. Quickly using his sword's tip to rip a piece of fabric off of his shirt, Lukas swiftly took his injured foot out of his boot and tied the shirt fabric around it as a sort of gauze. It was ugly. His foot had a huge gaping hole in it that hurt like hell. Once it was safely wrapped, he carefully put his foot back into his shoe.




    Breathing out slowly to regain his composure, the Norwegian looked over at Matthias.




    "Kohler! Should I get the maps now?"[/fancypost]


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    "Let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down."[/fancypost]


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    They didn't really need the hostages much anyways. It was just to initiate a fight. They weren't what they were after.




    So them getting away was not of importance. Besides, Emil could take care of that if he wanted to.




    "Ah!" Tino yelped as sudden bullets went flying at him. In his short distraction, Lovino had popped out and fired his rounds. One ripped through his shirt, grazing the skin in his side and leaving a shallow wound. The other whizzed past his white hat. That had been close. What use was Tino if he was dead?




    The Italian, while Tino was trying to reload his gun, came out and joined his escaping friends, shooting anyone who came too close. The Finn stood his ground, firing yet another set of rounds. How was it that Vargas could dodge so many bullets? It was impossible! At this rate, he would never be able to shoot him. [/fancypost]


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    "Lights off when they should be on. Even stars in the skies, they're wrong."[/fancypost]


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    And why had Francis joined piracy?




    It certainly wasn't for the reasons that his fellow BTT members joined. Gilbert's was just flat out depressing, while Toni did have reason, it wasn't as sad, but still reasonable. Francis, did he have a reason for joining piracy? There wasn't really a clear cut. When he had heard that his arch enemy, Arthur Kirkland, the black sheep, was going to be a Captain of a pirate ship, Francis found that he could not resist the temptation. Being out at sea, the wind in his gorgeous blonde hair, the freedom to piss off Arthur whenever he wanted... that sounded pretty intriguing. Most of his life before becoming a pirate had been spent in the lap of luxury. He'd lived in a big house with his friend Roderich and his wife Elizabeta, before eventually leaving to join the Rogue's Revenge. It had been quite a long time since he had seen his Austrian and Hungarian friends, but he was sure they were still doing alright. If he remembered correctly, Gilbert used to have a thing with Eliza.




    "Toni!" he exclaimed suddenly. In the corner of his vision, he had seen something approaching quickly from the other ship's mast. Arrows! Someone was shooting at them. In order to dodge the projectiles, Francis had to leap to the side, thus bringing his sword off of Berwald's neck and his boot off of his chest.[/fancypost]


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    "I'm more than you know, a body in a soul, you don't see me but you will."[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1220.cur),auto;]Gilbert had finished another thin wave of Vikings, his list of kills growing longer and longer with each slice of the sword. After every life he took, he would laugh and yell out in that cocky manner that he had. It was a little annoying, but Gilbert had his rights to do so.




    "Kesesese! Take zat from ze awesome me!" he triumphed as another man went down. He had to admit that this was one of the most exciting battles they had fought in a while. After calming himself, he gazed around at the ship. There was Arthur, beside him was Francis and Gilbert, he could see the fire engine heads of Allistor and Patrick steadily approaching in the distance and the far-off swearing of a particular Italian. It seemed that everyone was accounted for and alive.




    No, wait.




    Where was Ludwig.




    He couldn't see his younger brother anywhere. He knew that he had gone to the Viking ship to retrieve the captives, but why was he not in the front with Lovino? Where was he? Getting steadily more nervous, Gilbert took off.




    "I'll be back! Don't die wizhout me!" he called as he raced to the planks, where he searched wildly for Ludwig. He waited on the pirate end of one of the crosswalks, waiting impatiently for Allistor and Patrick, who were moving at a rather sluggish pace with Lovi circling them and covering.




    There.




    He saw Ludwig. Or... that couldn't be Ludwig. The slumped, bloody blonde being carried by the Kirklands could not be his rough and tough little brother. Ludwig was a Beilschmidt, and Beilschmidts did not look so deathly pale and be leaking gallons of blood!




    "Ludvig!"[/fancypost]


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    "I need to move, I need to fight, I need to lose myself tonight."[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;]The first tears started to roll down Allistor's cheek when all of the ropes had been cut. He instantly slid to the ground, latching onto his brother like a lifeline. The two of them 'man hugged', patting each other on the back and crying as they sung out the song like they were opera singers.




    "When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin' shame, he wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame. MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit, but he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a sh*t (OCH!)."




    He found himself laughing a bit after his line at the mention of a Scot. However, the tears kept falling as he let go of Patrick and ran to help with carrying Ludwig. Wiping his tears off of his face and regaining himself, he slung one of the German's arms around his shoulders, straining under the weight of the surprisingly heavy and muscular teen. Who knew that a teenage boy could be so heavy and so hot.




    "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again."




    Now that the chorus had been sung, Allistor turned towards the big shape coming towards them on the opposite plank. The pale form of Gilbert came into view as he ran, stopping just short of the planks on the other side. The Scot heard the Prussian call out to his brother. Oh, did he want Ludwig? Allistor reached over and grabbed one of Ludwig's wrists and held it out in a wave, as if the nearly-unconscious man were waving. However, upon seeing Gilbert's distraught face, he dropped Ludwig's hand mid wave.




    "Oi, Gilbert! I think somethin' got 'im earlier."[/fancypost]


    [align=center][c]Shiroba


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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    Alfred stumbled to the ground after stabbing the Norge's foot. While on the ground, he quickly scooted away on his butt, trying to get as far away from Lukas as possible. Once he was at a reasonable distance, he took a break and watched the rest of the battle go down.




    The Norwegian did express pain, definitely, just not as much as the others. Then again, how much did Alfred actually want to see him suffer? He didn't at all, really. All he wanted was to be the hero for once, yet it still seemed that he wasn't living up to that potential.




    He slouched his shoulders as he watched Matthias and Arthur continue to fight it out, raising his gaze when Lukas decided to run off in a rush. Why was he doing that? Putting his hands down on the deck to help him up, he jumped back onto his bare feet. He turned his head to face the English captain, giving him a determined smirk "Don't worry! I'll get him!" he boasted, swiftly turning around and dashing after the blonde viking.




    The main deck was crowded with individual fights, which made it hard for the young American to get around. One time he tripped, and the other he was accidentally pushed to the ground, either way you look at it showed that he was having the smallest of troubles running after the enemy.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    Antonio hadn't really noticed he zoned out, but when the arrows started flying he snapped out of it right away. He whipped his head to glance at Francis who had just called him, his cocoa hair sweeping into his eyes. He didn't exactly understand what the Frenchman was trying to say, but he got the idea when an arrow pierced right into the wood next to his foot. "Oh, mierda!" the Spaniard yelped, diving to the spot next to his blonde friend. Once he was out of range, he scooted even farther away, just so he was behind a barrel.




    Once Antonio knew for sure he was protected, he peaked his green gaze out from his hiding spot. Light blonde had caught his eye as Berwald quickly got to his feet and ran off, back towards his own ship. Toni winced, glancing at Francis to see his take on it. "What do we do now?" he asked, feeling relaxed finally. Almost on cue, an arrow lodged itself right beside the barrel, which led to a long string of Spanish swears.
    [/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    "But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play."[/fancypost]


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    Ludwig's world had turned misty and grey. Every time he tried to comprehend where he was everything was mixed together in a blurry blob, and the German was too tired to try and figure out. He also felt it harder and harder to keep his head up, and by the time they were walking over back to the Rogue's Revenge his head softly settled on his good shoulder.




    Every step that was taken by the Kirkland's sent a spark of pain up into his bleeding shoulder. Beilschmidt couldn't see his shoulder, and yet he would've never wanted to, but he knew that his whole arm was most likely covered in his crimson, cold blood. His pale blue eyes peeled open only a crack to see Allistor's ginger hair, in which the German almost thought was more blood. Before his eyes were about to shut for the moment he heard the familiar call of his name.




    Right away, he wanted to lift his head up to let his brother know he was okay, but that would've been both lying and painful. Instead, he felt his hand be lifted and shook a little. At the time, he had not the slightest idea what it meant, but apparently it was a way to give Gilbert an idea of how he was doing. The thought of the waving made his brain want to explode. Even the simplest of actions and thoughts gave migraines to his already crowded mind. With every word he picked up or every movement he was forced to make, he felt himself getting more and more sleepy. By the time his brother had actually noticed it was him, he was half asleep.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    Matthias was in the middle of blocking a swift sweep from Arthur's attack when he was called. He glanced over with wide icy blue eyes "Ja, then go straight back to the ship." he ordered back to the Norwegian. Before the English captain could comprehend what he had said to his crew member, Matt swung his axe around in a full 360. Hopefully, that had gotten his attacker off guard and off topic.




    After a few more clashes and swipes, the Dane had heard the most unpleasant noise. Taking a step back from the fight, he raised his head up to try and hear the ugly noise more easily. Then, as if the volume was raised up to a 100%, it hit him. And when I say 'it hit him' it actually hit him. He cowered to the ground, wrapping his hands and arms around his head, in hope of blocking out the hideous singing. Matthias let out a screech of pain [ like Mathew's, lol ] as the sounds got closer. "MAKE IT STOP!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes squinting so tightly, a couple tears escaped. "JUST SHUT UP! PLEASE!" he asked desperately and quite loudly, hoping his voice would overpower the signing. Sadly, it didn't.




    The 'singing' kept coming and coming, and Matthias had shouted every Danish swear there was at the Scot and Irishman that had sung.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder."[/fancypost]


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    Emil hadn't really had any experiences with a bow, and nor would he ever wanted to. But once he loaded the feather tipped arrow into the bow-string, he felt the skill just come to him. He shook his head to the left, just to get some of his shaggy grey hair away from his face, and then closed one of his violet eyes to get a better look at what he was shooting for. Right away he saw Berwald, his light blonde hair lighting up the dark and dull ship, but he wasn't shooting for his own friend. The brunet and blonde pirates next to him were the targets.




    After killing one man today, Emil had already decided he finished his killing career. Instead of shooting the captures, he shot next to them. His first arrow flew through the air and then hammered down right beside the Frenchman's foot, and then he did the same to the Spaniard. He would've never admitted it, but he rather enjoyed the bow and arrow. A faint smile was even revealed while the two pirates hid behind the barrel. Realizing he was having fun with it, he sent two more arrows toward the barrel. One hit next to it, and the other actually hit it, but not hitting the people.




    His eyes were ripped back toward Berwald, who was sprinting away from the scene, and back towards The Saga. It looked, as if, he had finished his job, but there was still more. He noticed Matthias hitting the deck once the two red-headed Kirkland's made their way closer to him. Was their singing that bad? he thought, loading another arrow and sending it next to the foot of Arthur, just to give Matt some extra time.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
    would I come running home to you."[/fancypost]


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    Berwald felt like he was under the Frenchman's boot for a lifetime. Every minute felt like a year of waiting, but waiting for nothing at all. He almost felt like he should've just closed his eyes and taken a short nap. But, then again, if there was a good time for him to escape and he missed it he would've been in deep skit.




    Just as expected, a distraction came. Several arrows fell down to the deck next to him like falling rain. He didn't wince once, seeing the faint grey haired man in the distance shooting the arrows. Once he felt the weight raised off of his chest, and the sword tip taken away from his neck, he was back on his feet in a split second. Not even bothering to check the pirates behind him, he sprinted back towards his ship, deciding that the pirate life was never for him.




    His bloody and scarred hand were gripped in fists as he pumped them up and down to help him run even faster towards The Saga. He was about to cross the plank that connected the two ships when he noticed his own captain crying in the shadow of the pirate captain. Without even asking what it was about he yelled towards the Dane "Matt, få upp," he yelled at him, his voice echoing in an uncharacteristically matter. Before he could yell at Matthias anymore the singing hit him. And, man, was it ugly.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light."[/fancypost]


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    "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again."




    Patrick struggled to keep the weight of Ludwig up, especially when the German teen wasn't only heavy, but hurt as well. But, he couldn't complain. He was the guy who got himself stuck in the sticky situation in the first place.




    Walking at the same pace that his brother was walking in, he sang his part of the song on cue "Drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar, the road rose up to meet when he fell out of his car!" he carried on, looking completely mental while the Scot exchanged some words with Gilbert. It felt a little rude to keep singing while they had a dying man in their arms, but the song had brought them this far. Why stop then? "Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam,
    He choked upon the very last potato in the land."     he emphasized the word potato and looked at Ludwig with a big smile, hoping it might make him feel better. Sadly, it didn't.




    He hadn't really noticed until that moment that a lot of narrowed eyes were on the two singing Kirkland's. One guy had even started crying from their song Wow.. We m'st be purdy good he nodded, a small grin on his freckled face. Patrick looked back at the albino Prussian when he finally came into full view. "Ya, saw 'im got shot while 'e was untyin' me," he added to his brother's explanation, meeting the Gilbert's red gaze with his own green one. The Irishman looked back down at the German, noticing his eyes were struggling to stay open.
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    [c]Shiroba


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    "I need to move, I need to fight, I need to lose myself tonight."[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;]Allistor continued walking down the plank, singing and supporting the half-unconscious form of Ludwig. They met his brother on the other side, with Gilbert rushing to help with his younger sibling. The Scot was prepared to launch into another verse of the song.




    "Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms," he began, beforing realizing the next few lines talked about a British man. Perhaps Arthur would want to join in!




    "COME ON ARTIE SING WITH ME!" he hollered to the Enlglishman, who appeared rather annoyed at his request. Whether or not he would join in, Allistor resumed singing.




    "Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms. And dear old Father Flanagan who left the Lord's employ, drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy, HEY!" he sung. "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again."




    He swayed back and forth as he set foot on The Rogue's Revenge, where Gilbert was waiting. He would probably want to take his brother from there.
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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1206.cur),auto;]Arthur groaned, this time out loud, when Allistor yelled at him to sing. There was no way in hell he would do that now. Plus, he was kind of engaged in battle.




    "Bloody... NO!" he refused, preparing to swing his sword at Matthias. However, the Dane had already fallen, lying on the ground, his knees to his chest and his hands covering his ears. It seemed that their singing was actually... deterring him? Maybe Arthur could get him surrender...




    "Kohler! They'll stop singing, but only if you give up! End this battle!" he demanded. However, a new problem had presented itself. Lukas had been sent to his office, most likely to retrieve the maps. If he acquired them, then the Nordics would be heading to the crystals too! That would be horrendous. He had to stop Lukas.




    "Francis! Toni! Don't let Lukas get those maps!" he ordered as he awaited an answer from Matthias.[/fancypost]


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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1221.cur),auto;]The Italian swore under his breath as he missed shot after shot. He was already on the planks by now, treading slowly behind the Kirklands and Ludwig and shooting everyone nearby, although he could never get Tino! The other Vikings that attacked them were easy, but why couldn't he shoot Tino? It seemed that this match would have to end in a draw. It was apparent that neither would be able to shoot the other. It also looked like the battle was coming to near close. The hostages had been saved (thanks to them), and by the looks of it, Matthias was on the ground.




    "Oi, Tino! This may a-be over now, but don't a-think I won't kick your sorry *ss back to Finland next time! Ciao, loser!" he called out before running forward onto his own ship, leaving Tino on the other side. With that, Lovino hopped over the railing of the Pirate ship and onto the deck. He looked around for Toni almost immediately, spotting the Spaniard making his way towards the office after Lukas. Quickly swinging his guns to level position, the hot-headed Italian fired at the Norwegian to try and help out a little, though the Norge was running too fast for him to shoot. Nevertheless, he ran to get to Toni.




    "HEY! Tomato b*stard wait a-for me!" he shouted.[/fancypost]


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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1218.cur),auto;]Lukas paused to listen to the orders that the Captain was giving him before nodding briefly. Then, Matthias dropped like a stone, complaining about the singing. It reached his ears finally, ringing about like a really annoying. It looked like Lukas was on his own now. Berwald had run off somewhere, probably to his own ship to find Tino or something.




    "On it, Cap. Don't bleed your own ears out," he answered before running off, hobbling a bit because of his foot. Despite the impairment, he still went rather fast. He had long, thin legs, and was perhaps the swiftest runner of the Vikings. Berwald, though tall, was rather bulky and was more strong. The same could be said about Matthias. Tino and Emil were simply too short. As he ran for the door to the Office, he felt pursuers going after him. Who had Kirkland sent again? Francis and Antonio? They were pretty formidable fighter.




    Stopping quickly and whipping around to face the Frenchman and the Spaniard, he raised his hands. This time, instead of sending magic at them, he shot a humongous blast of wind towards them. It hit their bodies, sending Francis, who was closer to Lukas, flying backwards, hair flying around his face. Once the wind subsided, Lukas continued running for the door, yanking it open with a harsh pull. He looked inside the room for what he was searching for.




    Where were the maps, where were the maps?




    There! On the desks!




    Racing over to the desktop, he snatched the big one that was in the middle, rolling it up quickly and jamming it into his pocket.




    Mission complete.[/fancypost]


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    "Let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down."[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1209.cur),auto;]Tino ran after Lovino, determined to land just one bullet. However, their distance was increasing, and the Finn also realized that this battle may end in a draw. The esteemed Gunmen had missed enough shots to call it a day. The Italian confirmed his conclusion when he claim their little duel over. Tino gave him a hard look, but then smiled softly, firing a shot into the air with his rifle.




    "The same should go to you too, Vargas. This cute face can pack a punch. Kunnes seuraavan kerran," he responded before turning away, met with the running form of Berwald, who had just arrived back on the ship. As far as he knew, the Swede looked fine, save for his knuckles that were bruised and cut beyond belief. Well, that was what he got for fighting with his fists.




    "Ber! You're okay!" he exclaimed happily, meeting his friend halfway. He looked up at the much taller man. "Well, not that I doubted you. You've got iron fists, after all!"[/fancypost]


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    "Lights off when they should be on. Even stars in the skies, they're wrong."[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1210.cur),auto;]Francis watched in dismay as Berwald ran off. Well, there wasn't much they could have done to the man anyways. He certainly didn't have the heart to kill the Swede... Flipping his hair back, he turned back around at the sound of orders being thrown his way from the Captain. Lukas? Swiveling around and trying to find the Norwegian, he was quickly spotted running towards the Office.




    Francis wasn't all that smart when it came to books and things, but he didn't have to be bright to know that Lukas was going after the maps. The maps that the Frenchman had spent so long looking for an deciphering. He couldn't just take them!




    The blonde took off after Lukas, brandishing his sword and trying to catch up to the swift Norwegian.




    "Lukas! Stop now!" he called out. Surprisingly, the VIking did stop, and turned around, before lifting his hands. Oh no...




    "Sacre bleu..." he murmured before a strong blast of wind erupted from the Norge's hands. Francis, who was more towards the front, endured the blunt of the attack, being knocked backwards and stumbling over his feet. Once the wind had subsided and he had picked himself up, Lukas was nowhere in sight, probably already in the Office room. Swallowing a bit, Francis raced to get to the Office before he could snatch any maps, but when he got to the opened door, he found it was too late. Lukas was already in there, one of the scrolls in his coat.[/fancypost]


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    "I'm more than you know, a body in a soul, you don't see me but you will."[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1220.cur),auto;]Running towards the Kirkland brothers and Lovino, he skidded to a halt in front of them, immediately, placing the back of his hand against his brother's forehead. Deathly cold. Was he already gone? He couldn't be gone! How had Gilbert allowed this to happen? He was supposed to be the good brother! If anyone died, it would be him, not Ludwig!




    "Ludvig! LUDVIG! Answer me! BLINK TWICE IF JOU CAN HEAR ME!" he yelled frantically, shaking his brother's good arm in an attempt to get a response. He couldn't be dead... he couldn't be! Gilbert would never forgive himself if he was!




    [b]"Ludvig, jou little unawesome... if jou are dead, how will jou be able to eat potatoes! Jou can't drink ze beer or wurst or play football with me!" he continued angrily, the tears threatening to spill from his ruby eyes. He kept shaking his arm, hoping that the German would at least open his eyes to let him know he was not dead.




    "Please, Ludvig..."[/fancypost]


    [align=center][c]Shiroba


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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    Alfred was racing across the deck, trying to stop the soon-to be Norwegian thief. But, being as small as he was, he didn't get there fast enough. Plus, Arthur had already sent Francis and Antonio to do the job, so why was he even needed? Well, he wasn't, but that didn't stop him.




    The American pumped his fists, one wrapped around his knife, and made his legs work as hard as they could. His blonde hair flying behind him. Once he had made it to the doorway that he had watched Lukas (And Francis) disappear behind, he stopped in his tracks once he saw the group of pirates fall back against the floor. He cautiously made his way over to where he heard the commotion sound, only to see the Frenchman on the ground. Before saying anything to him he looked around the door to see Lukas snatching up their maps and shoving them in his pocket. Fury shook his small build as he looked back up at him. Tugging on his shirt, Alfred spoke up "Let me go on your [ back hair ] shoulders so I can help fight!" he pleaded.




    The knife that was gripped in his palm was still dripping red from the Norge's foot, but Alfie wanted more than that. He wanted to get as much action as Francis did, and what's a better way to do that than actually being on the Frenchman [ this sounds so sexual omg sorry ]. With good height or not, the young American was going to stop Lukas Bondevik if it was the last thing he did.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    Antonio had stayed, cowering behind the barrel, behind a lot longer than Francis did. The Icelander just wouldn't yield from shooting his arrows... and the Spaniard was getting quite sick of it. After a long break without hearing any ominous snaps in the wood deck, Toni peaked his head out from his hiding spot. After taking a deep breath, he shot to his feet and dashed after the Frenchman, his axe being dragged behind him.




    He would've been hit by the gust of wind, but thankfully he was stopped by no one else but Lovino. His head whipped around, ruffling his cocoa hair. Antonio's light green gaze widened when they noticed the man that calling him was indeed the Italian "Hey, Lovi!" he greeted him, semi-excited only from the situation they were in at the moment. He turned around suddenly when he heard something thud against the deck. The next thing he saw was the faint sight of Alfred getting onto Francis' shoulders. The sight was definitely a confusing one, but they must be doing it for a good purpose. Maybe Antonio was supposed to too?




    "Lovino, get on my shoulders," he suddenly had a serious look on his face as he turned to face the stubborn Italian "You must." be stated even more sharply. Now Toni didn't know how he was going hold the weight of both Lovi and his axe, but why not take a few risks? They were winning this battle after all, well all except for the Norwegian stealing their maps of getting to immortality, but everything else was good!
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play."[/fancypost]


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    While slumber threatened to take over his body, Ludwig could faintly feel something throttling his left arm. If he were on full alert he would've pulled it away and checked to see who was in charge of it, sadly that wasn't case. Now he couldn't only just feel someone trying to wake him up, but he could also hear it. The words sounded mostly like his name being repeated over and over again, with a mix of a couple more incoherent words. Overall, everything sounded like he was underwater, unable to hear the actual intentions of every sound. Although he couldn't actually see who was talking to him he knew who it was. Who else would've cared as much as his own brother?




    Against his body's will, the German squinted his pale blue eyes just wide enough to see the blurry mop of silver hair that toped Gilbert's he'd. By then, he must've looked completely hungover; droopy eyes, slurred or no speech, a fuzzy brain, and no control over body movements. The only thing that wasn't like being hungover was that there was an absence of alcohol, which isn't always a good thing when compared with a bullet.




    His Prussian brother was really only holding him up by his good arm, only because the pain it would cause from the wound, which made his sense of perspective a lot more complicated, but thankfully his hearing was getting better. After processing the fact that Gilbert had wanted him to respond, only to make sure he wasn't dead, Ludwig knew he should've responded immediately. His mouth trembled to open, but it did. The next thing was only silence, maybe a faint groan or slurred mumble if you were listening closely enough, but definitely not to the expectations of his brother. Which wasn't exactly his fault. After having his mouth agape for a while, a rough cough erupted from his throat, spreading the coppery taste of blood around his lips.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    Matthias' ears pounded every time the notes hit him. Both of his hands were covering his ears, so he had to shove his face into his own knees to keep them closed. "Ingen!" he lifted his head and hissed at the Englishman. There was no way he was going to give up. No… not then. His pride was way too ahead of him to lay it all down and give it away. Plus, it would be a quite embarrassing way to surrender. Who would want to be known to have a weakness of singing?




    A few more verses and Matt's ears would've been blown off. His conscious battled itself, debating if he should surrender or not. He knew he couldn't take anymore of the song, but he didn't want to seem like a weak leader for the Vikings. Though, not even knowing he did so, he surrendered "Okisurrender" he mashed the words together and looked at Arthur's emerald gaze for not more than a second, hoping he didn't hear it. While keeping one hand over his ear, in a slight childish matter, he picked up his hefty axe in his other hand and met up with Lukas.




    The timing couldn't be any better! He nudged his friend to move faster, forgetting that he really only had one functioning leg. "Yes!Du fik dem!" he cheered, removing his hand from his ear when getting out of the singing-zone and patting the Norge on the back, gruffly. "I think I kinda, maybe surrendered to them, but I'm not too sure…" he confessed to him, finally coming to a stop once on his own ship, a confused yet also guilty emotion covering his sweaty face.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder."[/fancypost]


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    Crazy? No. Mad? Maybe. Out of control? Bingo.

    Emil's new obsession with the bow and arrow was certainly something to be concerned about. He wasn't even shooting for anything specific anymore. Although his arrow supply was limited he shot like it was endless. Any pirate who was in rage he shot, which wasn't always appropriate. For some reason, he enjoyed hurting people a lot more with a bow than a dagger, it just seemed like less of his problem.




    The Icelander had seen Matthias and Lukas leave the Rogue's Revenge, though he kept his job going. In fact, he was the only viking continuing to fight. His wispy silver hair flew in his face as arrows snapped from the string and landed themselves all around the pirate ship. His violet eyes had a certain flicker to them that made him look absolutely crazy. But he snapped out of it when Berwald had yelled at him to stop.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
    would I come running home to you."[/fancypost]


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    Berwald had made it back to the ship a good five minutes before Luk and Matt did. When he first stepped onto familiar turf he was greeted by none other than Tino. The tall man looked down at the Finn, hoping to not see any battle scars or wounds. "Hmm, Ja," he replied back in his usual incoherent matter. He took a quick glance around the ship to see if anything was falling apart or in flames. For the first time in forever [ there'll be music, there'll be liiiiight! ], the place looked surprisingly good. If by good you meant a couple dead bodies laying around accompanied by bloody weapons. While he took this quick scan, he felt the eerie trickle of blood going down his fists, then remembering they he should probably get some bandages for it. "I'll b' back." he glanced back down at Tino, his emotions as remote as ever.




    Berwald started his way over to the lower deck, passing by the Crow's Nest on the way. While passing the ladder, he glanced up at the perch to see Emil shooting arrows at record speed. He had never seen the boy so interested in something, but the screams and wails that came after the sharp tipped arrow flew obviously made the idea clear. "Emil, stanna." he bellowed at the Icelander, watching the grey haired boy come to stop right after the words seemed to process in his brain.




    And with that being done, Berwlad walked down the stairs to the lower deck and fished out some bandages, wrapping them secure around his cut and scarred hands. It wasn't complete protection, but it was a good for viking standards.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light."[/fancypost]


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    "Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again."




    With the responsibility of Ludwig now out of his hands, Patrick was free to do whatever he wanted back on the Rogue's Revenge. First of all, he met up with and walked with Allistor across the board that connected the two ships, hanging an arm around his brother's shoulders to add emphasis to their return ( and to help him stay balanced on the skinny strip of wood connecting the ships ). Right when his feet pressed back onto rugged pirate ship, he met his gaze with Arthur right away. Allistor had already taunted the Englishman when he sang about the verse about the man's nationality, so it was his time to tick off his little brother.




    "Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and sin,
    the Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin..."     he sang his verse, the tune of the song getting noticeably softer and more somber. "Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you," the Irishman made direct eye contact with Arthur, pointing at him when singing the significant word. "He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too!" Patrick cheered this part, making the bridge from the two verses erupt into happiness once again.




    The Irishman had even made his way over to the center of the ship to obnoxiously irish dance. His foot crossed the opposite leg, then vice versa. He did this at an incredible speed. Being full Irish, it was in Patrick's blood to do this dance to it's full potential.
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    [c]Shiroba