Pirate!SpainxPirate!Reader A Pirate's Life! Ch 24

RPOV

"Er...should we maybe stop them?"  You ask hesitantly, wincing as you hear the two boy's fist connect with each other's cheek.

"Non.  Let them work zis out,"  Francis replies, shaking his head.

"Re-lax (Name)!  Ze awesome me says to sit back und enjoy the free show,"  Gilbert says, waving his hand airily.

"Gilbert iz right.  The worst that could happen would be either of them falling unconscious,"  Francis lightly says, shrugging.

You sigh and rub your temple.  "Great...."

"Aw, don't be too hard on yourself frau!  It's not all your fault!"  Gilbert cheerfully says, patting you on the shoulder.

"And what the hell does that mean?"  You demand, glaring at the albino.

"If you hadn't made Johnny fall in love with you, then this wouldn't have happened,"  Gilbert bluntly says.

"So what you're saying is that it's my fault that he likes me?"

"Ja."

"Oh for Christ's sake...,"  You groan, slumping slightly.

"Ma cherie, ignore Gilbert, he's spouting nonsense as usual,"  Francis laughs.

"Entschuldigen Sie mich?! Du bist derjenige, der Unsinn spritzt!"  Gilbert snaps, talking rapidly in German.

"Qu'est-ce? Je ne peux pas vous entendre~"  Francis taunts, sticking his tongue out.

You glance between the two, with an incredulous look.  You give up trying to figure out what the heck they're saying, as the sentences keep coming.  You do catch though, that Francis called Gilbert and idiot in one of the sentences.  Guess the French lessons the Queen made me take was kind of worthwhile...  You think to yourself, laughing weakly.

You sigh and glance back at the battle, wondering what you missed.  It's now an all-out strength match; Antonio and Johnny hands are clasped together, each one trying to push the other back.  Johnny seems to be the one who's straining the most; every so often, he's pushed back an inch.  Johnny lets out a snarl of hatred and stars pushing forward, looking like he's using all his strength.   Antonio's pushed back, despite the Spaniard's efforts.

"I'm putting my awesome money on zat cabin boy,"  Gilbert suddenly says.  You turn your attention to the too.  They look oddly calm, as though they hadn't been starting arguing just a few moments ago.

Francis shakes his head.  "Antonio will definitely win."

"I agree with Frenchey here,"  Another voice pipes up.  Alonso suddenly appears next to Francis.  He nods to his captain.  "Antonio might not look like much, but once he sets his eyes on something, there's no way he'll lose,"  Antonio's Cabin Master states calmly, like it's common knowledge.

"When did you get here?"  You demand.  Seriously, how do they seem to pop out of nowhere?!

"Hm?  Oh, I was wondering why I hadn't seen Antonio in a while, so I decided to see where he was.  Turns out he's fighting Johnny."

"Though...you don't look pretty surprised,"  You say, glancing at Alonso.

He shrugs.  "I'm actually not surprised.  I knew the two would collide one day, and it seems like its today."

You nod, agreeing with him.  Now that you thought about it, Johnny had seemed a little too cheerful around Antonio.  You sigh and lean against the wall of the boat, and glance back to the fight.



APOV

The fight is now a fight to see who can still stand.  Both Johnny and Antonio are both breathing heavily, bruises dotting every inch of their body.  Each one looks like they're about to collapse from exhaustion.

Johnny sways suddenly, but he catches himself, before he falls to the ground.  "I hope you know that I'm not going to acknowledge you the winner so easily,"  Johnny spits, narrowing his eyes.

"Good.  Then I won't feel like I cheated you,"  Antonio calls back calmly.  Both men know that if they hit their opponent only once, they will win.  One more punch, then this fight will end...

Using the last of his strength, Johnny pushes forward, swiping his right foot on the ground.  Thinking quickly, Antonio slides to the left, then kicks his left foot out.  

(Name)'s cabin boy jumps back, barely avoiding the kick.  When his feet touch the hay covered ground, he lets out a muffled grunt.  Antonio smirks slightly, even though he is as exhausted as the cabin boy, he's much stronger.

Antonio charges forward, and using the last of his power, drives his fist into Johnny's gut.  For a few moments, the two men stay frozen, the Spaniard's fist still connected to Johnny's stomach.  Finally, Johnny slumps to the ground, his strength gone.

Tiumph sparks Antonio's veins, though it doesn't last long.  Exhaustion causes his legs to buckle.  Before he can slump to the ground, a peite hand reaches out and grabs his shoulder, steadying him.

Before darkness enfolds him, he can feel her heat thumping, quicker than ever before.