"Are you sure the fog is thick enough to make another run?" He asked, watching the cargo load the ship.
"When have I ever been wrong?" Arthur smirked, wrapping his arms around his lover. "We'll be okay, you're with me, so don't be scared."
"Last time you said that I was kidnapped by Francis." He laughed, moving to kiss Arthur's lips. They were chapped from the salt air and sun, but he liked that. He liked everything about Arthur Kirkland.
He opened his eyes and felt around the bed. It was three days into the trip and Arthur was already restless, probably wanting to fight something. He rolled over and caught light reflecting off a bright green eye in the darkness as a cigar was lit. "I think it's time to retire."
"Really?" He asked, a bit too excitedly.
There was a chuckle as the green eyes moved over his body. Arthur flicked ashes onto the floor. "Really." He said. "Where should we go? I'll use the money I've saved and the money from this run to buy us a house and start a life."
"Let's go to the Carribean. I want to stay close to the ocean." He said, already dreaming of such a life.
"Then that's where we'll go, love,"
"I'm so tired of this smell." He sighed deeply, Arthur handed him a handkerchief. What a gentleman.
"I agree. It smells like Francis." Arthur laughed, he turned the ship toward Motier Bay.
The Mountie boat was waiting, as they made their way up the body of water. When someone called that they were trying to catch up Arthur ordered the engines to be opened and for them to head to Spanish Room.
He was scared.
Arthur was panicking. He was running around the ship grabbing things, trying to get ready for a fight. The Mounties were too much for the crew and the engines were finally breaking down.
He was following Arthur, he would follow Arthur to the ends of the Earth.
"Here's a map. The loot I hid is enough to start a new life "
"Here's the necklace mother gave me when I was a boy, give it back to her."
"Why can't you?"
"Oh, and lastly..." Arthur grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a deep, loving kiss. Tears were in both of their eyes now, this was the end.
Men were already jumping overboard and jumping on life boats. Arthur had this planned already and had given orders. The Mounties wanted him and his men needed time to escape, as a Captain he had to provide that.
"Never forget me" Arthur whispered pushing him into another crew member by the name of Alfred.
"Take care of him." Arthur's last command.
He began to scream and cry for Arthur as Alfred muscled him to a lifeboat. Once the ship was almost completely abandoned there were the sounds of taunting and cackling. The engines were screaming murder, Arthur was keeping the attention of the Mounties.
The Seagulls began to lift like angry banshees, how ironic.
"He's nearly at fifty clicks now." Alfred said, holding him close, as comfort for both himself and the lover Arthur was abandoning. "All that perfume."
There are no words to describe how he felt, listening to the cackling as that ship hit the rocks. How he felt seeing the fire. How he knew he would never see Captain Arthur Kirkland again.
The lifeboat was silent the rest of the way to the shore. Part out of respect for the fallen sailor, part out of sadness for their loss.
"It's of a bold young smuggler, from Fortune he did sail. He rode the waves St. Pierre, and he never saw the jail. And, when it's cold and foggy on the rocks near Spanish Room they say hear him laughing and you smell that French perfume."
The pub erupted into song, finishing the tale of his love. He continued to wash the mugs, sighing.
Arthur would have loved owning this pub in the Caribbean.