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Alfred F. Jones was a royal figure, a king, that ruled over a significant part of the land that Arthur plundered. However, he never really took action against him, finding it unworthy of his time for the most part despite his curiosity over the pirate. He truly wondered what the pirate's motives were, and when the pirate himself showed up at his castle with his entire crew and a couple of hostages, it made Alfred raise an eyebrow. He hummed lightly as he stood from his throne, his cape spilling down his back as his crown, set glittering on his brow, sparkled under the lights they stood under. He looked down at him, silently raising an eyebrow before speaking. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, yes you [i can]," He hastily responded while standing tall, confident, and cocky even whilst standing in the court of a royal figure who held significantly much more authority than he could ever dream of attaining. He was Arthur Kirkland, the most feared and infamous rogue captain ever to have set sail across the seas, dressed properly up in sixteenth-century attire with a red overcoat and the traditional tri-fold feathered hat atop his head. It would have been a mildly impressive sight and feat to accomplish due to the heat of the day, but it was something he was almost painfully known for much like his plundering habits. Arthur let out a huff, motioning for a few of his crewmates to drag their hostages forward to be properly seen by the king, staring him head-on while doing so. "I demand passage through your lands; unbothered and without threat; so you [i are] going to give me it in return for these people being released unscathed. Understood?"
"Oh. [i OH,] you think you can intimidate me! Ah-haha!!" Alfred laughed in a subtly haughty way, looking disdainfully down at them before trotting down the stairs. "Is that any way to speak to your king, hm?" He tsked out as he looked down at Arthur. He's definitely taller than him, glaring down at him for a moment before humming lightly. "Do you have a family, Arthur Kirkland?" He asked quietly, then held up a hand to bring his guards to the ready. "A son, a daughter, perhaps? It would be a [i shame] if they were to lose their father..." He spoke in mock-disappointment, distant shouting coming from the shore. People had realized that this wasn't a good situation, and one of Arthur's crew exited quickly to check on the child that they had stowed away for protection.
Arthur froze a little as his blood ran cold, sending a harsh glare right back up to Alfred as he slightly slipped his coat back from his waist to reveal his gun, a silent threat that he wouldn't hesitate to shoot up the place if Alfred refused to drop the subject. Of course, he waved off a few of his crewmates to go and keep an eye on his son after hearing the shouting coming from the shore, hurrying them off with a firm shoo. "You're a cruel bastard, my king. Have you no respect for a man's lineage as to threaten him with its removal? Surely you of all people can understand that much," Arthur hissed out as his voice dripped with venom, though, weirdly enough, he remained propper. Don't get him wrong, he had every urge to blast the brains out of the man in front of him and run off before the knights could catch him, but for some odd reason he felt the need to remain civil; salty, sure, but civil.
"I'm sure you've had many experiences with 'cold bastards', my dear pirate." Alfred hummed, but stepped back as he held up his hands. "But as for your offer? I'm sure I could find a way to get you safe passage through my kingdom, if temporarily. I can't control what my citizens do, unfortunately, not as much as some would think. If they wish it, they can cause damage." He tsked lightly, watching the other warily for a moment before putting his arms behind his back. "You're quite an infamous figure, Arthur Kirkland, you of all people should know that. If it weren't for my presence here, I'm sure my guards would have torn you up before you even got close to the castle." Alfred hummed lightly before adjusting his glasses, closing his eyes for a moment to show he held absolutely no fear of the man standing before him. "And besides, it must've been a harrowing journey here, hm? You and yours must be exhausted."
"We are no seasick overturned otters, my king, I can assure you that we all have had adequate time for rest and meals. I am not as barbaric as to ignore mine or my men's needs," Arthur continued to huff out, crossing his arms firmly over his chest, having taken that as a coy idea that the Englishman forced his crewmates to work without sleep or meals. Rather, on the contrary, he gave them majority free reign to do as they pleased, take breaks when needed, eat whatever they so respectfully wished, given that the captain had full authority and their obedience when necessary. The outside world saw him as infamous, the pirate world, however, saw him as respectable; a dividend for which there was no so-called "in-between" ground. Arthur made a soft gesture to the remainder of his crew with him, he had them gently let go of their captives, thus surrendering them to the King before them, before motioning for them to return to the ship. His son's safety was technically still in jeopardy, after all. The Englishman let out a sigh soon after, though his glare never let up for even a moment. "I simply request passage through your lands, nothing more, nothing less. If you won't grant it outright, then I'll simply make my own way through it, be it dangerous or not. I do suggest warning your people in advance; if they attempt to attack, I [i will] strike back, fair warning. That is all, thank you for your time, your grace." Arthur concluded simply, turning on his heels to leave swiftly afterwards.
He hummed out a farewell before watching him, his eyes glimmering a bit before he sighed and turned to one of his guards. "Notify the entire kingdom that he's passing through." He hummed out before going up to his room in order to change, feeling a bit intrigued by the pirate. He glanced down at his clothes as he sighed, changing into less uncommon ones and trying to blend in. Alfred wanted to see how things worked on the Englishman's ship, and so, he was going to sneak close in order to see it. He'd never been on a ship, he'd mostly stayed in his kingdom to make sure nobody would try to usurp the throne in the absence of the royal family. He tsked lightly as he left the castle, going towards the docks and silently looking up at the pirate's ships.
Arthur was hasty to return to his ship, ensuring that Peter and his crew were alright first and foremost. It wasn't as worrisome as the sound of commotion from the beach had made it seem; thankfully it was just Peter waking up from a nap and getting overly excited by the fact they were in the famed kingdom under Alfred's rule. So, with a soft sigh that merged with a laugh, he ducked his way into his captain's cabin, tugging his son along with him; he left the rest of the crew under the watchful eye of the third man in charge; and sat down in front of the desk with Peter in his lap, looking at the numerous maps he had laid out neatly prior to their arrival. "You're a risky little thing, demanding I talk to the king for free passage through his waters. You're lucky he's one of the few people out there who [i doesn't] have a bounty on my head," Arthur lightly joked with a soft smile, looking back to the maps laid out for a moment, taking a little bit to calculate the path that was drawn up on the parchment. Peter had chosen their route this time; something Arthur had promised he could do; given, there had been a few adjustments to the original plan. It gave the boy more experience with charting though, and that was all Arthur could really ask for. "Alright then, [i captain,] where are we going from here?"
"Did it work, though, papa?" He asked softly, patting at his chest for a moment before shifting and looking down at the map in order to chart out where they're going. The small boy knew that he should be careful where they're going, otherwise they could get to a place where they couldn't get out. After tracing out a couple of routes and mumbling to himself for a bit, he looked up at Arthur before pointing out a route they could use through the channels and waterways that had been mapped out by a cartographer. Peter was excited to be the one choosing the routes his father took today, and Peter Kirkland knew that eventually, [i he'd] be doing this in the future. He grinned at the idea, gently giggling to himself before hugging him tightly. "I'm so exciteddd! We can see the king's lands without getting hurt!"
Arthur examined the route Peter had pointed out, taking a quill and ink to put a tiny reminder on the map so he could reference it in the future if he needed to. He had multiple copies of the various world maps, after all, so he could loosely doodle all he wanted over this one, though even still he preferred to keep things neat and clean. "Yes, yes we can. You'll love all the city port towns here, I'm sure of it; I used to adore them when I was about as old as you are. And it's your first time coming back here since you were a little baby, did you know?" Arthur lightly inquired, not expecting Peter to know such a thing, only softly smiling evermore as he gave the small boy a few pats atop his head. "Would you like to stay in town for a little while longer and go sightseeing? Maybe recruit some new people while we're at it? Or would you like to set sail as soon as possible? The choice is up to you, my boy."
His eyes sparkled a bit as he thought about it, grinning lightly. "Maybe we could go see the gardens or forests?" He asked out, tapping his fingers together and holding onto him gently while humming happily. "This area does seem familiar, did we live here sometime?" He asked curiously, excited to learn about the things that happened before he could remember them. Especially with his pirate father, who every child he's ever met has told him they'd give anything to have. Peter's smile just widened a bit more at the fact that he's living the dream, traveling the open seas and plundering and pillaging without a care in the world. He's being raised on practical knowledge and hands-on experience instead of just a book like most others. He just grinned softly as he gripped further onto his father's coat, looking up at him. "We could go see the fountain in the middle of the king's gardens! They say if you throw a coin into it, you'll have good luck on an endeavor you have!"
"I used to be [i the] naval fighting force for the king when you were a teeny tiny boy; we'd visit the palace here often whenever I had my days off. As a matter of fact, you loved the King's gardens, [i especially] his fountain. You loved tossing all my hard-earned money into it, and oh bloody hell did you laugh about it!" Arthur spoke with lighthearted laughs at the memories, openly telling the tales of when Peter was no older than three before... Well, before Arthur ''abandoned ship'' and became a world infamous pirate, that is. With a contented sigh, the Englishman stood up from his chair, gently setting Peter down on the wooden floorboards before offering him a hand to hold and leading him out the captains' cabin. "Why don't we go ask the King himself if you can see it one more time. I've got a lot more coins you can toss into it this time around," He continued to lightly jest, though entirely being serious about asking the King if they could visit the fountain together. Arthur had already been as respectful as he could get when it came to Alfred, but he didn't want his son modeling himself completely, so he'd put up a good act for the time being, all with the hopes that Peter would become a ''good'' pirate when he grows up, considering Arthur was technically classified as a ''bad'' one.
One of the crew called out to Arthur at that moment, Peter perking up as he noticed the figure being held by one of the crew. It was a person in a cloak, and the small boy tilted his head in curiosity. "What're they doing?" He asked his father, referring to how the crew was huddled around the intruder to the ship. He didn't want to stay up on it, so he hopped down and moved closer before his father could stop him. He'd always been a bit excitable for his age and mentality, but he was always kind to others, especially people he liked. The crew glanced up and to Arthur, one clearing his throat. "We found this one sneaking around the ship and examining our things." He grumbled as he glared at the figure, who huffed but said nothing.
Arthur sighed, swiftly hopping down from the upper deck, landing on his feet flawlessly much like a cat was mythed to do, taking a second to readjust his tidy, frilly uniform and fix his hat atop his head. "A stowaway already? After we just barely landed in port? Bloody hell," He muttered out quietly with a disapproving shake of his head, walking closer to the cloaked figure, gently pulling Peter away while doing so. He folded his arms properly behind his back, glancing to his crew and, with a slight head tilt, motioned for them to remove the cloak so he could get a better look at who was ballsy enough to hop aboard [i his] ship of all pirate ships; easily one of the most recognizable to man on the open seas. "What're you waiting for? Off with the cloak, already! He and I will have a [i chat] about his punishment for intruding on my ship in my office... Peter, stay with the crew or go to your own ship; as for the rest of you, kindly get back to work."
"Okay papa. Bye!" Peter chirped obediently, waving to the figure before running off to his own, smaller ship named [i Micronautica.] Of course, the person that was standing in front of Arthur seemed hesitant, clearing their throat. "Can we go back to your office? I shouldn't be seen out here." They grumbled to themselves a bit about just looking around the ship to see what was there and not causing any harm, crossing their arms under their cloak before looking at Arthur. It was clear they didn't want to be seen out in public for some reason, staring Arthur down and huffing softly before waiting for him to lead the way up to the ship.
"Aww, is that your final wish before your lifelong servitude to me and my crew officially beings? I swear, you common folk are idiotic sometimes; does somebody on the ship know you so you're trying to save face?" Arthur sarcastically joked, earning a few laughs from his crewmates as they made their way back onto the ship. With a soft sigh, he hummed out while considering the request, eventually giving into it reluctantly. "Fine, if that's all you ask for, then I can respect your choice, though I [i will] figure out who you are once we're back in my office, understood?" The Englishman barked out, hopping atop his ship and motioning for the cloaked figure to follow, leading them across the deck to his office in the back, closing the door behind the both of them once they entered.
Alfred sighed as he watched the door close, moving the cloak's hood off his face and lightly huffing. "I was just trying to figure out how you live in a dark ship for days, weeks, months on end without getting tired or bored." He hummed as he glared down at him, crossing his arms. He didn't speak further, merely sighing while glaring at him. He still saw most of them as beneath him, Arthur was the only real exception to that, only because he was the captain of the ship and he was cordial.
"Well, with all due respect, [i your majesty,] I don't see how you could live in a shimmery, shiny palace for days, weeks, and months on end without getting tired or bored." Arthur carelessly responded with a roll of his eyes, brushing off the initial shock that the King himself had decided to stow away for a bit on his ship. He trotted over to his desk and keenly sat down in his chair, crossing one leg over the other while he hummed out with disinterest- or, rather as disinterested as he could manage at the moment, rather curious about the fact that Alfred had snuck onto the main ship of the variety Arthur had in his, at the moment small than his usual, fleet. "Now, let's see, a fitting punishment for your crime of snooping around my ship... Ah, I know," The pirate started, holding his hand out while he smiled coyly. "Pay up. Simple enough, innit? And while you're at it, give me and my son full permission to wander around the palace gardens as we so please. You're lucky I'm letting you get away with you identity safe; I'd say it's a honest and just trade."
The royal cursed a bit at the terms, but sighed as he looked at him with a disinterested look. "How much." He grumbled lightly as he glared him down, seeming supremely disinterested in fulfulling those terms. The latter ones he could easily deal with, but did he really want to pay this criminal, this plunderer? No, no he didn't. He tsked gently as he looked away frustratedly, crossing his arms in his upset feelings. Alfred was about to try and fight him, but he realized he probably shouldn't fight the pirate that knew his identity. Any move made against Arthur was a move made against himself.
Arthur let out another dull him, pretending to think and draw up a number that was reasonable enough, although he wasn't thinking of much in reality. If anything, it was a tension-building pause, allowing Alfred to theoretically conjure up wildly high numbers, even if what Arthur was going to ask for wasn't a confirmed number. Oh, no, let Alfred fear the worst for his money for a bit, the Englishman was enjoying simply watching his upset and frustrated king. It was amusing, to say the least, but eventually he had to say [i something] in response, so, with a sigh, that's what he did. "Oh, not much really, just enough for my crew to have a decent meal at one of the local restaurants, though I'm sure that's something your royal budget could easily manage, [i am I right?]" He slyly asked with a small, newfound cocky grin plastered to his face. "Don't bother trying to ask for negotiations, either. Keep in mind, with a quick holler from yours truly, we'd leave port and be out in the ocean in less than a minute, so don't do anything too brash, your highness. Unless you [i want] to be our next captive to bargain with others for, that is,"
A gentle scoff escaped him as he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms quietly. "I hardly believe that that's all you want from me." He tsked out before running his hand through his hair instead. "Why don't you and yours stay at the castle tonight? It could be a nice change of pace, and I am throwing a party today. You could come and meet some people, maybe dance and find some new people to add to your little..." He tsked and waved his hand a bit dismissively, "...Posse of bandits and pillagers." The royal then glanced down at Arthur, silently searching him for a sign of approval.
"My, my, is the king worried about me and my crew having a place to rest for the night? And with a royal invitation to attend one of his parties? How surprising," Arthur jested with an amused snicker, leaning forward a little in his chair to rest his head on his hands. "Tell ya what, I'll strike you a deal. [i If] you can manage to convince my little boy, Peter, to like you, I'll accept your invitation. However, if you [i can't], you're spending the night here with us on the ship. Deal?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow, offering out one of his hands to shake and thus confirm their arrangement. Although, he was fairly confident his son would do him well, as he rather wouldn't dress up ever [i nicer] for a royal party, much less mingle and talk with ''common folk''. Recruitment was typically up to the other crewmates, after all, since he never was big on the whole ''talk to people and get them to join without forcing them'' ordeal.
Alfred sighed and shook the other's hand, and at Arthur's summons, Peter was brought back to the main ship. He happily ran into the room and hopped up onto his father's lap, cuddling him for a bit before looking up at him. "Hi! What's going on, why do you need me?" He asked curiously, then noticed Alfred and blinked before turning back to Arthur. "Papa...why is the king on the ship..? Are we in trouble...?" He hissed in his slight panic, the king moving close and offering a hand to the young boy. "Not at all, buddy, I'm just talking with your father. That's okay, isn't it?" He asked softly, Peter looking at him skeptically for a moment before coming close and examining the king's face. He seemed curious, looking him over before taking the crown laid on the king's brow and putting it on his own head. Of course, since it was made for Alfred, it was so much bigger than Peter's head that it fell down. It just made the young boy laugh, however.
Arthur kept his protective gaze looming over his son, for once his trickster and cocky demeanour shifting over to something more genuine and caring. watching the two silently for a few moments before softly clearing his throat. "Peter, the King and I made a deal just now, and it involves your participation as well, hence why I called you up here. The King here is going to try and attempt to become your friend; all you need to do is behave as you always do and decide whether or not you want to be his friend, alright?" The pirate softly recapped and instructed, sitting back in his seat as he went back to protectively watching, just in case the king tried to do anything. After all, even Arthur himself wasn't too sure about whether or not Alfred was a trustable guy, especially so with their ''rivaling'' statuses, so to speak.
Peter watched Alfred for a moment, then grabbed his face and lightly held onto it as Alfred blinked. He never worked with kids before, he left those to maids and butlers, but he could sort of see the appeal of children. At least, he could see the appeal of having Peter around. The small pirate child thought for a moment before looking up at him again, sticking his tongue out. "You gotta promise you're not gonna hurt me or my papa or any of our crew, okay?" He huffed out, Alfred chuckling softly before softly taking Peter's hands off of his face. "I promise, little one." This seemed to be good enough for Peter, and he moved his hands before taking the large crown and holding it close to himself. "Can I keep this?" He asked softly, looking up at Alfred and Arthur with a begging look. The king had to admit, he couldn't handle the idea of this precious child being upset, so he chuckled lightly. "How about I get one made for your head instead, little one?" He asked out, Peter's eyes widening in sudden excitement. "Really?!"
Arthur blinked a few times, having never expected Alfred of all people to handle children mildly decently, let alone offer to spoil them a little when he was so stingy when it came to his money, especially so when talking to the son of an infamous pirate. It left him surprised, mouth slightly agape for a moment while he processed it, soon shaking his thoughts free from his astonishment. "Ohohohoh- Wait, wait, wait a minute now, [i I'd] owe [you] if you did that, you rich bastard," The Englishman hissed out, though he brought himself to stop for a second as he glanced to Peter. Well, he couldn't exactly let the kid down after being told he could have a crown of his own, besides, he spoiled Peter plenty himself, but damn did his mouth fill with distaste upon the fact Alfred was using gifts to win his child over. He let out a quiet groan, sightly hiding his face in his hands before sliding them up to run through his hair, not acknowledging the fact his hat had fallen off in the process. Looks like he was going to have to go through his closet, find something more propper to wear, and clean up a bit after all. So, with a hint of salt on his tongue, Arthur paid no regards to his last comment and continued, "Say, my liege, remember that garden of yours? Why don't the three of us go and pay it a visit? You [i did] allow Peter and I permission to visit it whenever we want, yes?"
"Indeed. You and yours are welcome at the castle whenever you like." Arthur hummed out before plucking the crown from Peter's hands relatively quickly, startling the child a bit and making him flinch as the king exited the ship. It made Peter stare out at the door as he took a couple of deep breaths, holding his arms close to him for a moment before moving up into Arthur's lap. The abrupt snatch of the item in his hands made his hands sting a little bit, but more than that, he was kind of in shock in a way. Whatever, he decided, he just wanted his crown back in a hurry, it's fine...he sighed and closed his eyes, humming softly. "Do you think we'll see any animals at the King's gardens, papa?" He asked curiously, hugging him and nuzzling him happily.
Arthur respectfully gave the question a little bit of thought, returning the gentle nuzzles he received with a soft smile, soon setting his trifold hat back on top of his head. "I'm sure we'll see a rabbit or two at the very least; it's unlikely that the King keeps his gardens entirely free from animals." He answered after a moment, soon remembering something else Alfred had told him minutes prior. "Ah, and guess what your old man was able to do? We're all spending the night in the palace, you can finally put your thievery skills to proper use now! We'll get such a haul swiping things from the palace; we'll be swimming in gold!" The pirate exclaimed with a happy laugh, booping Peter's nose gently before hoisting the both of them out of the chair he sat, holding Peter in his arms. Yes, he still babied and spoiled him like this on the regular, and no, he wasn't about to stop anytime soon, it made him smile too much to quit.
Peter's eyes widened a bit in surprise as he gasped softly, then grinned as he giggled happily. "Good! This is gonna be fun!" He squealed out as he snuggled into him, gripping onto him while kissing at his cheeks. The small boy seemed extremely happy from the idea of being able to put his skills to work, grinning up at him before slipping out of his arms and landing on the ground easily. "I can get something nice to wear if I have to! I need to fit in, right?" Peter asked softly, watching him as he clapped gently. The little boy looked so bloody excited by the opportunity he was presented, bouncing and grinning happily.
Arthur only smiled evermore; ah, he had taught his boy well when it came to manners despite the fact he was usually so eccentric, it made him happy to see, or in this case, hear. He gently nudged Peter towards the door, nodding him on with a gentle smile. "Yes, go ahead and go get ready now if you wish to. I'll go and do the same; it'd be for the best to get there early, I'd say, so we don't bombard him suddenly all at once." He softly explained, running a hand through his hair for a moment. "Ah, and have some of the crew ensure that the King isn't still stowed away on deck, please, but don't tell them it was the King. He asked for his identity to remain secret, and so we will respect that," Arthur added on with a light hum, cheerfully smiling once again as he thought of a decent enough of a tempt to get Peter to do as he kindly asked. "Here, if you get ready fast enough, I'll let you choose what [i I] wear, how does that sound?"
Peter's eyes glimmered in excitement before running off, quickly getting dressed and checking himself in the mirror before opening a box with some jewelry in it. He took out a couple of rings, examining them as he hummed softly, thinking to himself before closing the box and locking it to bring it up to his father. He tripped a couple of times, but he caught himself and knocked on the door again as he grinned softly. "Papa! I got something to help you look nicer!" He chirped out excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looked around in order to fidget. He hummed happily as he walked around, trotting around in his fidgeting.
"You say that as if I don't already look nice. Oh, how my own son wounds me so," Arthur jested and joked with a fond laugh, moving to answer the door after slipping on a blue-collar dress coat. He had changed from something that reeked of ''pirate'' to something that screamed ''noble'' with how clean and proper it appeared in comparison to how frilly his usual pirate attire was, humming out a contented note to himself as he looked down at Peter with a smile. Though, he wasn't getting rid of his trifold hat; which served as an eyecatching reminder as to who the pirate was exactly despite his cleaned appearance. "My my, you clean up nicely as well, good job! But what did you bring, my boy?" He asked as he raised a brow, eyeing the box Peter held between his hands.
"I managed to steal this from an old rich guy from our last stop, it's got a bunch of earrings and rings and stuff in it, see?" Peter smiled as he opened the box. Indeed, there were quite a few rings and other such pieces of jewelry resting in the box on a pillow made of velvet. The smaller boy then grinned while holding the box up to him, chuckling slightly. "You knew the place where it was supposed to be in the house, but you never knew that I grabbed it! I snuck it right under your nose, old man!" He snickered mischievously, then ran into his father's office since he knew that he had a couple of hiding places there.
"Ohhhhhohoh, you devious little rascal!" Arthur exclaimed with another fond laugh, swiftly getting to following after his son as he bolted into his office. Ah, another two things he was proud to have taught him thus far; trickery and thievery- or, rather three things, with the addition of knowing where and how to find good hiding spots quickly. The pirate didn't search his own office up and down in search for the boy, however, as he merely surrendered to the chase as he plopped into his chair once more, humming in overall contentment. "Unlike the others aboard our crew, I'm not too keen on the whole wearing jewelry thing, but I'll [i try] just for you. What did you have in mind for me to wear, little Peter?"
Peter popped out after a moment, climbing up on his father's lap and grabbing one of the rings from the box. He then offered it to him, smiling lightly as he pulled another ring out in order to put it on the chain necklace the boy had always insisted on wearing. The two rings were identical, and in Peter's mind, could tell others that they were related aside from their blonde hair and bright-colored eyes. Peter then looked up at him in excitement, sitting on his lap properly after closing the box. "What do you think? Maybe we can have them be family heirlooms, it'll signify that we're related!" He chirped out his plan easily, clapping excitedly.
Arthur quietly awwed out, gently petting at the top of Peter's head before slipping the ring onto his non-dominant hand; he had to keep his dominant one free in case he needed to resort to using any of his weapons during their visit to the palace. Again, he wasn't entirely trustful of Alfred or his intentions, so it was best to stay safe rather than play his cards risky for the time being. "That's a wonderful idea my boy, I'll be sure to keep it safe so we don't lose such an important family treasure." He lightly spoke out with a smile, fluffing up his hair affectionately. "We should get going soon though, I'm sure his royal highness with throw a royal tantrum if we aren't there in a timely fashion."
Peter nodded and clapped happily before grabbing something from the inside of the lid, stuffing it in his pocket and running the box back to his room. He tested out the dagger he'd grabbed, and he noticed that he was bleeding from the small test poke. Good. He put it back in it's small sheath before running back to his father, offering his hand out to him as he grinned happily. "Cmon, papa! We don't wanna keep your princey waiting!" He laughed out before running off, hopping off the edge of the boat and sliding down the side before he hit the sand and waited for his father with a soft grin.
"[i My] princey? Since when was he mine- oi!!" The pirate exclaimed, watching Peter run out before Arthur could finish his sentence. With a quiet sigh and a dismissing shake of his head, he hopped out of the chair to follow suit, closing the doors to his office behind him. Before he hopped off the boat, though, he had to have a quick chat with his crew about routinely watch-guard times so that the boats were always under someone's watchful eyes, saying his goodbyes soon after that had been done. Arthur then hopped over the edge of the ship, keeping a hand on his hat as to keep it on, before landing gracefully in the sand next to Peter. Shaking off the sparse shock of the impact, he hummed out and offered one of his hands to his son, "Remember to mind your manners, alright?" He softly reminded with a slight smile, leading the both of them to the palace soon after.
"Aye aye, captain!" He chirped out as he looked up at him, saluting him before trotting alongside his father and looking up at the palace with a marveling sound. "Ooooo...pretty..." He cooed out before moving close and staring up at the guards. Both of the door guards raised an eyebrow, one of them moving to bar their way. "State your business here." They demanded, Peter shrinking back behind his father as he whimpered softly. He wanted nothing to do with the yelling man in armor, much less when him and his father were trying to have fun. He whined softly as he hid his face into his father's back, sniffling softly in his slight fear.
Arthur merely batted an eye, doing nothing other than sighing and going into a slight ''papa bear mode'' while protectively letting Peter hide behind him, gently patting at his head to reassure him that it was alright. He shot a soft glare at the guard, understanding it was only their duty to protect their royal highness, though still visibly unappreciative of the fact they had spooked his son a little. "We're here under royal invitation for the party coming from His Highness himself, thank you very much." He answered, albeit with salt oozing out of every word he spoke, readjusting his trifold hat atop his head while looking to the guard to ensure that his answer was adequate enough to let the two of them inside. Of course, the guards could always fact-check it if they were suspicious; given, they weren't likely to trust the word of a pirate, nonetheless him of all the pirates out there; so he stood patiently.
One of the guards tsked softly before the other jogged off, going to check with Alfred before they begrudgingly let Arthur inside. Peter tried to go inside too, but noticed the narrowed eyes of the guards. He fidgeted quietly as he looked down, stopping in the middle of the doorway. "May-maybe I sh-should go back to the ship..." He mumbled out as he sniffled again, wiping his eyes nervously as he looked up at his father. Peter looked upset, deeply so, but perked up when Alfred walked down and gently welcomed the boy inside. "Come on, little one..." He spoke out as he rubbed Peter's hair, gently leading the boy up to his father and smiling lightly down at them. "I'm sorry for my guards, they'll be taken care of adequately." He shot an angry look at his guards, who flinched and stiffened.
"Oh good riddance, I think that's the first thing you've done correctly in a while," Arthur sarcastically joked with a roll of his eyes, though his expression stayed otherwise perfectly neutral, his mouth drawing an almost perfect flatline. Well, it [i would] be otherwise perfectly neutral if it weren't for his worry over Peter that is, taking a quick moment to look him over just as a precaution to make sure he wasn't somehow hurt or injured; not even the pirate himself knows what might've happened had his son gotten injured by the guards, but his best guest as that it would have ended horribly. After making sure that Peter seemed alright once more, and with a sigh, he looked up to Alfred. "Well, we're here, congrats on your half of our bet winning." The Englishman calmly offered out, humming in the same mock-disinterested note he had done while they were back on the ship.
Peter looked up at the Englishman before holding his hands up and making grabby hands up at his father, wanting to get picked up. "Papa..." He whined softly as he shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of things after that mild scare. It made Alfred slightly concerned, shooting another glare back at his guards before tsking softly and ruffling Peter's hair. "Come along, you two, you're early." He hummed lightly, leading them off to another room where a few nobles had already arrived, clearly with the same motive as Peter and Arthur did for arriving early. Better to arrive early than late, that was usually how they thought. Peter looked around slightly, holding onto his father before hopping down and looking up at Alfred. "Who're they?" He asked, Alfred humming lightly before chuckling. "These are some friends of mine."
Arthur gently tapped his foot to the ground as he peered around the room, observing the other people and the room itself silently for a moment as if he were an inspector doing his job. Ironically enough, he found nothing to immediately complain about, aside from the nobles of course; he wasn't too fond of them most of the time; earning the pirate to let out a sigh. Geez, Arthur seemed to be doing that a lot today, he dully noted to himself, redirecting his gaze back to Alfred and Peter. "The earlier we are, the more time we can spend with you, my liege. [i Or] investigating your gardens," He hummed out, already looking for a decent means of escape from the room because, believe it or not, but he rather preferred his personal space rather than being expected to converse with seemingly random people. Pirates and nobles and/or royalty of any kind typically didn't mix and mingle together, after all.
Peter immediately noticed his father's mild annoyance, gently tugging on his sleeve. "C'mon, papa! Let's go find the gardens!" He chirped out, his excitement over seeing the gardens coming back swiftly as Alfred chuckled gently. "The door to the gardens is just a few over from this one. I do hope you'll come back and join us for the dance though, you two." He hummed lightly, then attended to his guests while Peter hauled his father out of the room and ran over to the door Alfred had spoken of. He pushed it open and looked out of it, grinning happily as he gasped softly. "Oo! I found it!" He hummed as he looked back at Arthur, then ran into the garden as he looked around excitedly.
Arthur followed Peter out to the gardens swiftly after excusing the both of them politely, closing the door behind him that had got pushed open. It took him a few breaths, but he seemed to visibly relax at the sight of such a well-kept and cared-for garden. It was a lovely sight, even he could openly admit that much, and the Englishman moved forward once more after a second to join his son in looking around the place. Their ships had staple plants growing on it, and a few simply for decoration, but nothing nearly this grand or on such a large scale; it baffled him a little as to how somebody could properly take care of so many different species. Then again, the King did have a whole fleet of people he could easily order around to do just that, so perhaps it wasn't as wild as he saw it. After a bit of walking, Arthur eyed the mythed fountain up ahead, gently pointing it out to Peter, "That's what you badly wanted to see, innit?"
His eyes widened a bit before he ran up to it, his eyes sparkling in excitement as he reached out and scooped up a handful of the water. "Oooooh..." He hummed out as he held handfuls of the water for a moment, then dropped it and pulled a coin out of his pocket. Peter was excited, but kissed the coin before flipping it into the fountain. It made a soft plop, and he looked down at it before closing his eyes and just...listening to the sounds around him. Everything felt peaceful at the moment, and he just wanted to listen to it for as long as he could.
Arthur calmly walked behind Peter to the fountain, sitting on its edge and comfortably listening to the sounds of the water as it poured steadily down from the fountain like a make-shift waterfall pool. He kept his eyes looking around at the flowers, silently still baffled by the fact not a single one looked sad, wilting, or otherwise too noticeably imperfect. Gosh, he could only imagine how long it theoretically could have taken if a single person did all this by hand, much less care for them on a daily basis. It was a lovely sight to behold, at the very least, earning the Englishman to take off his hat for a few moments to subtly pay respect to the hard work that was put into maintaining the gardens. Slowly, while doing so, he got a small idea that earned a smile to grace his face, looking back down at Peter, "Hey, why don't you go bring your own crew up here so you all can enjoy this together? I'm sure your friends would be happy to come with you; I can meet you back in the ballroom with His Highness once you come back if you'd like. Plus, the more hands, the more pickpocketing you'll be able to do," Arthur offered out with a quiet laugh to himself, otherwise staying true to his suggestion. Besides, if there was a problem with his son bringing his friends, Arthur could always just bark at Alfred for a while until it was no longer an issue to worry about.
"But your crew had to stay behind." Peter countered lightly, wanting to follow his father's lead as he stood up and sat next to him. He closed his eyes and swung his legs slowly, sighing softly while holding onto the side of the fountain and staring up at the castle. It took him a moment, but he looked over at his father as he leaned into him. "Do you think the king means to let us stay? How did you get that out of him, anyways? He's a royal and we're pirates, how did you...?" He started, then stopped and quietly thought about it as he tried his best to puzzle it out himself. Peter never truly understood manipulation tactics, he was never one for manipulation.
Arthur let out a soft hum, trying to figure out a gentle way to describe what he actually did, knowing Peter wasn't the brightest when it came to anything manipulative that wasn't ethical. "Well, he and I struck a deal; a bargain so to speak. I had something he wanted, and he had something I wanted, so we compromised a little bit until we were both somewhat satisfied. Although, I will admit I did threaten him a teeny tiiiiiiny bit," The pirate answered, holding a hand up to pinch his fingers close together but kept them apart to demonstrate how little he had threatened; which was an outright lie considering he threatened the king and his kingdom quite a bit more than usual, but he wasn't just about to go admitting that to his son.
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