(Hahaha!)

Even in the midst of her pain Eyrina managed to glance at him weirdly. He was certainly a strange one. Lesley full-on laughed in his face.
Clear off, 'captain', or I may just have to flog you too. And since you seem so intent on protecting thisHe nudged her in the stomach, causing her to gaspwell, thats bad news for her. Because if you threaten me one more time I may just have to take my temper out on this lovely creature. Why ruin such a pretty face?

"Aye. Perhaps you 'aven't 'eard me correctly, lad. I've traveled the seas for one hundred 'n' twenty days, an' I'm still young for my age. Now then, yer really gettin' on my 'erves." He growled, now slashing out at Lesley with his sword, "Ye only 'urt 'er 'cause yer too 'fraid to face a Captain, yet ye can laugh in one's face. An' you certainly get on one's 'erves. Like I said, I ain't 'fraid to clear yer head off yer God damned shoulders in the name of 'Ing Arthur." He growled again, being serious like hell this time. "Ye think this is a joke, it's not a joke 'till someone starts a bleedin', lad! Laughin' and chucklin' thinkin' I'm a joke myself, no, no. I ain't a joke, I'm yer 'ightmare. Fight me, if ye dare. I dare say I'd win, 'ince ye like to 'urt innocent women, ye 'oward." He said, unamused by a lot this time. He was speaking his sea language again, only this time he was speaking like he was a captain again.

Lesley raised an eyebrow.King Arthur? You drunk? It's Queen Elizabeth.He rolled his eyes, feeling immensley tired.I'm too tired to deal with this crap. If I come back and find that you've moved her I will be deeply unamused.He was there one minute and gone the next. Eyrina shifted herself into a sitting position.Sorry about that.

"Certainly 'ine. Looks like 'e just didn't understand. 'Sides. I only swear under the 'Igh King. Not the 'Ueen. 'Ing Arthur is truly a favorite 'mong us people, an' we swore under 'im an' 'im only." He said, sheathing his cutlass, he sighed. "At least 'e didn't 'ill me. 'Erhaps 'e were too 'cared to fight a Capt'in." He said quietly, chuckling lightly.

Stop talking like that, you're giving me a headache... besides King Arthur died like ages ago... She rubbed at her forehead. Defo a migrane coming on.

"Ahem..Sorry. It's what happens when my pirate skills kick in. But still, I only swear under King Arthur. And the knights of the round table...Lancelot, Percivale, Kay, Balin, Balan, Yvain, Gawaine, Galahad, Lamorak, Bors, Bedivere, Tristan, Geraint, Gareth, Gaheris, Pelinore, Lionel, Agravain, Morholt, Sagremore, and Guinglain. Guinevere being the High King's wife, as the High Queen. Therefore, Queen Elizabeth isn't truly the actual queen of England. And only the evil would swear under Mordred himself, of course, my Literature in King Arthur is quite great." He said, smiling as he named the Knights of the Round Table, of course having read of him a lot and understanding this kind of literature.

Her eyes widened.Pirate?

"Aah. I ain't a bad one, I'm a good one. Besides, what'd you think of this outfit I was wearing? Thinking it of a Halloween outfit, weren't you?" He said with a chuckle, sitting on the ground calmly. "I'm a British pirate, of course, seemimg how I know much of King Arthur and because I'm from England." He put his elbow on his knee, resting his head on his hand now.

Well I'm a Spanish nobody.She drew her legs up to her chest again and perched her chin on her hands.Nobody...Her fingers reached for the rock again.

"Now now, don't kill yourself..You aren't a nobody, you're just abused and you think you're a nobody. We're all somebody, you just need to find that somebody deep down inside you..." He said in a gentle tone, speaking of the truth, his gaze softened and he stood up, picking up the rock she was going to grab, flinging it out in the sea. He sat down near her quietly, patting her shoulder. "You need to stand up for yourself, even if you are..Pregnant, I dare say...If he comes back, run and hide..That's all I ask of you to do, and if he tries to hunt you down, come find me." He gently picked up her hand, holding it in his, and kissed it gently. "All due respect to women..That is." He said gingerly.

She ran a hand through her hair.Ugh. I don't want his child.She turned her face out to sea.I don't know what to do about anything anymore.

"You could always kill the child when it's born, that is, when he's not around. Since he seems to not care if his child is born or not.." He suggested quietly, fixing his hat a bit.

She gave him a look. Kill an innocent person. Her face screwed up in disgust. The dusk had fallen and her skin was highlighted in a sheath of purest moonlit silver.

"Erm. Sorry. I was thinking of how Mordred would have thought, of course, Merlin himself would've said, "Evil doesn't kill evil, only good will." or something along of those lines. Which King Arthur almost decided to strike Mordred down, but resisted. In the end, Mordred struck his own father in the shoulder, or the head not sure, and..I believe it was Bors who struck down Mordred. If I recall my history correctly.." He explained, but eventually stopped explaining of King Arthur. "Sorry. I blabber too much of the past, don't I? It's okay for you to say the truth, I'm not offended by much." He said with a small sigh.

She shrugged.It's distracting. I like distractions.She sighed. She put her fingers in her mouth and suddenly whistled. A massive dog came lumbering over from his position in the cool shadows.

"You have a dog? That's interesting, what breed is it, dare I ask?" He said, glancing at the massive dog.

Think it's a bullmastif crossed with... a great dane?She had never really thought about the breed.

"Of course, of course. They're quite large dogs either than the wolf husky hybrid..Slightly bigger just because of their fur." He murmured quietly, watching the dog now.

The huge dog went over to him and gave him a big, wet lick.

He laughed, petting the dog. "Likes licking people, doesn't...Excuse me..What gender is the dog?" He asked quietly, kinda embarrassed to not know the dog's gender.

Boy.She laughed, then stopped. It felt weird. She got up, albeit carefully.

"Well. He certainly likes to lick.." He patted the dog again, sighing and suddenly remembering that Alfred wanted to see him soon.

She leaned against the boulder with one arm, delicatley checking the red line on her chest ,to see if it was still bleeding. She suddenly started brushing at her eye, trying to hide a small tear. She quickly turned and pretened to be fiddling with her boot strap.

"Well. I should really get going now, Alfred, my friend would be expecting me." As he stood up, he bid a wave of goodbye, and took out a bottle of beer from his pocket. ((Wtf.)) He then popped it open, and walked off whilst drinking from it.

She sat back down on the boulder. She felt her bare back twist and burn, and then the lovely soft down of feathers embraced her. The big black wings unfurled behind her.