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"…Guilty. Of robbery on the seas, plundering, murder-"the judge says before he is interrupted."Now, wait there a sec judge. Tha wasn't any of my fault! That's all on the Spanish bastard!" Arthur shouts at the judge. The people watching the trail shouts and booed at the mention of the Spanish pirate."Quiet! Quiet! Order in the court!" and with that, the crowd calms down."Continuing on with the charges of Arthur Kirkland. Guilty, of piracy." The judge spits out the word like a curse."To the guillotine. Four days' time at noon." The judge finalizes while throwing down the hammer.And the crowd cheered at the announcement of his death, but of c...

"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?"You looked up from your novel, and peered up at your friend, who you found staring into your (e/c) eyes, two inches away from your face. You smirked at her, and marked your place in your book. Setting it down in the grass next to you, she asked the same question."Well?" She asked. "Have you?""Have I what?" You asked back, resting one leg atop the other, leaning back on the big oak tree behind you, putting your arms behind your head."Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?" A little annoyance detected in her voice.You had to ponder a moment. You hadn't recalled any 'Arthur'."I..don't beleive so."Roll...

Alfred couldn’t keep the excited grin off of his face as he was led around the air field. There was nothing different about this one to any other air field and yet it was still special because a plane of his own, his very first one, was sitting out here waiting for him.Somewhere.Finally his guide stopped in front of an f-35. The beautiful gray plane sparkled in the sunlight, a cloud drifted by and made the sunlight bounce off of the canopy and Alfred swore it looked like the plane was smiling at him.“Well, here’s your jet, Captain Jones. Isn’t he beautiful?” His guide said. Alfred turned to him with a confused expression.“He?” he asked.“Ye...

Arthur escaped from the castle again for the who knows my many times with his horse. According to him, life inside the castle sucks as hell, everything gets on your way, not letting you do whatever you please. No matter what you do, you were always get dictated. He got out from the castle by disguising as a carriage man, thankfully it worked unbelievably, the security inside was so tight. Arthur went out to town to see what his people doing. 'Lively as always...' he thought to himself as he tied his white horse at the fences.He always loved this town, the smell of the foods and the kind and cheerful people. He walked and walked until he g...