58 A calm first morning at sea

"Mila? Mila? Breakfast is ready, please wake up."

"Not yet mom, please give me a couple more minutes."

I suddenly felt someone pull my cheeks.

"How rude! I'm not as old as your mother, bitch!"

I opened my eyes to look up at a smirking Jacia. I sighed. For a second the way Jacia woke me up reminded me of my mom. I truly do miss my mom. I hope that I can find a way to go back soon. I smacked Jacia's hands which pulled my cheeks and sat up.

I whispered as my back cracked. I'm sure as hell never going to sleep on deck again. I turned to see a sleeping Baron next to me. His long eyelashes sparkled under the shining sun. I caressed his cheek before standing up. He truly does look adorable when he sleeps. He smiled as he whispered.

"Headphones."

What the fuck? Did he just say headphones? Why would someone in the 16th century say such a thing? Actually I've been noticing that Baron's speech is quite refined and modern for a 1650 man and Pirate at that. I've originally blamed it on him being a noble but I'm starting to have my doubts. A second later I heard him whisper.

"Head of Fiones. I must defeat him..."

I chuckled. Oh my God, j can't believe that I had originally heard "headphones" when in reality he was saying "Head of Fiones". I slapped my forehead. I'm like this because of how much I've been thinking of home these days.

I yawned as I stretched my arms and followed Jacia towards the door which would lead to the inside of the ship. The voices of crew members chatting filled my ears as I saw them run around the deck. Several crew members were above adjusting the sails, while others cleaned the deck. They were all a mix of my crew, Baron's crew, Francois's and Weston's. They seemed to get along well as they chatted on barrels about their families or lovers. It was quite entertaining being in a ship setting. It must be because of my love for history that I didn't seem to have that much of a reaction when I first came here. After all, it is every history buff's dream to be able to travel back in time. As my back cracked once more I sighed. Well maybe history buffs wouldn't want to come the way that I did.

I looked up to see several seagulls fly along with the slow rustling of the large white sails. It was a pretty big ship given to us by the Marquis. The slight breeze gave me a waft of the salty water below. I slightly leaned over the railing to see the ocean waves softly hit against the ship's bottom. What a calm morning.

"You bastard! Give me the five doubloons that I won from our poker game last night!"

"Ma Cher ami, you were the one that had a royal flush while I had a full house. I am the gagnant(winner) after all. And go clean yourself up. You reek of whiskey."

Weston blushed as he looked down at himself. He stomped away like a child throwing a tantrum. The door to the inside of the ship slammed behind him. I chuckled. Suddenly I felt hands cover my eyes. I panicked. Who the fuck was it? Instinctively I stepped back hard on my captor's foot. I heard a soft "ouch" as the person uncovered my eyes. I turned and immediately bowed.

"I am so sorry Baron."

Baron chuckled as he smiled.

"I have never had that reaction when I covered someone's eyes before."

Oh my God, even though he had just woken up he still looked so handsome. His blonde hair was parted as it had slightly grown out compared to when I first met him. His emerald green eyes sparkled as they reflected me. His blouse had some buttons undone on the top allowing for some of his tan skin to be shown. I blocked my eyes. His handsomeness was way too bright for my normal eyes. How did God create such a perfect human being? It is too sinful for a regular human being like me to look at an angel such as Baron.

"Are you done staring my dear? Or should I turn around so that you could have a better view?"

I blushed as I lightly punched Baron in the gut. He chuckled as we walked towards the door that leads to the kitchen below. We continued to chat before the noise of someone stomping filled my ears. I looked forward and inhaled sharply.

Fuck.

Jacia stood by the door tapping her foot. Her eyes alight with anger. She smirked as she cracked her knuckles. I hid behind Baron as Jacia walked towards me.

"Mila dear, how long have I been standing here waiting for you like an idiot while you have been walking around talking to other men?"

I shivered. Oh no. Jacia's beast mode has just been activated. I the best thing to do is act sweet as I need to calm her down.

"Jacia dear-"

"Don't call me "dear"!"

Oh shit. I'm in real deep shit this time. Well isn't that just fucking great. It seems like my calm morning had just been ruined.

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