You happened to be in a situation, you've never wanted to became a part of. How did it all started? Ah, yes – with a clink of a porcelain announcing the end of a tea party.

"It was wonderful! Thank you so much!" a young girl clapped her hands, and with a rustle of her skirts she stood up.

''It was a pleasure, Annabelle," you squeezed her hands, smiling.

Your shoes made a clicking sound as you walked down a marble steps. With a help from your maid you made it into a carraige and leaned into the soft cusions. You waved one last time to the noble girl and shut down the curtains.

"How went the tea party, mistress?" Milah, your maid asked. Her green eyea gleamed with curiosity.

"Quite enjoyable," you said tapping your chin with a finger. "We drank the tea and chatted."

"How...boring," the girl said in dismay. You rolled your eyes. You were pleasantly surprised to find Anabelle a nice companion for a conversation. Your father recently started to make business with her father, so it was expected from you to make a good impression. You were happy that the meeting went smoothly, and your father would be glad too.

Milah smiled to you, "Mistress, I finished the book I found on the bazar the other day."

"Oh? And how was it?" you perked, while smoothering your dress.

"It was amazing!" she clapped her hands. "Princesses, pitares and knights, and even trolls! Wouldn't you like to go on an adventure like this, mistress? I'd want to!"

You raised a brew.

"I humbly decline."

Milah pouted.

"Aren't you bored? Imagine sailing on the rowdy waves! Or fights on a ships!" She waved her hands around.

"With dirty pirates and smelly trolls?" you giggled. "A wonderful journey indeed!"

"Mistress!" Milah pouted and started to play with her scarf with a dreamy expression on her face.

You only smiled at her and peeked out of the window. In the distance you saw your home, right up on the cliff. The afternoon orange sun gleamed on the calm waves of the ocean as you stepped out of the carriage. You felt warm breeze on your face, and breathed in the salty air you were used to smell everyday.

You hiked up your skirts and walked up the steps into the mansion. You turned around, just in time to dodge a seagull flying right past you, with a piercing cry. You glared at the creature. Milah giggled, stopping beside you.

''They really hate you, mistress," she chirped.

''It comes mutually,'' you huffed and walked inside.

You took off your coat and let Milah take care of it. You said hello to Oswald, your family chamberlain and walked another set of stairs. You were about to knock to your father's office doors, when they abruptly opened.

''_____!" you saw your father's face. You blinked, with your fist frozen in air. He grinned at you, adjusting his white wig, "How did your afternoon went?"

You raised a brew at him, when he invited you into the room. You once again sighed at the choice of the furnishing. A merchant like your father liked to collect things from all around the world, and his office made an impression of a storage room. Your father liked symmetry, and made sure that the desk stood between two large windows, each with a red curtain over. In both corners of the room he placed a globe, you liked to play with when you were a child. Right between green curtains, hung two rifles and swords, that hardy matched a green wallpaper. But they were his prized possesion and nothing could convince him to take them off.

You sat down in the armchair, that was surely of a French desing, by the table made by local carpenters. The Chinese porcelain adorned the table, just two cups on the silver tray. You always wondered how your father's business partners or customers felt walking into a such office.

"It was a pleasant teaparty, papa," you replied after a few minutes.

''Really?" he sat down on the opposite side of the table.

''Why do you sound so surprised?"

''Mirabelle's mother is a nasty witch," he shrugged, but then he rubbed his hands, and his face adorned a sly grin.

''It's Annabelle, papa,'' you pointed out. He only waved his hand and stood up.

Your walked up to the wall, and took off one of the rifles. You blinked.

''I'm going tomorrow with Hammilton for a hunt," he declared, aiming at the wall. ''I'd take you with me, but that old hag of his wife comes over too.''

You giggled. Mr Hammilton was old business partner and hunting rival of your father. They would take you with them, mostly because your father wanted to become a part of the nobility. That's why, perhaps having more ambitions than means to do it, he raised you in a way of a noble girl. So holding a rifle was not a novelty to you. Mr Hammilton would teach you how to aim properly from time to time too.

You tapped your finger on a chin.

''So I'm to entertain her?" you asked. Mrs Hammilton on the other hand was not such a pleasant company. Your father nodded and you sighed in defeat.

''I owe you one, _____," he grinned and took you in a bear hug.

''Yes, papa, you do."

***

You heard a knock on your doors.

''Come in," you said, focusing again on the book you were reading. The candle light shook a little, when the doors opened, revealing Milah with a tray with tea. You blinked.

''Good evening mistress," she send you a smile. ''I've brought you an Ashwaganda tea to calm down nerves."

You closed your book. She put the tray by the coffee table, and smiled wider, playing with a hem of her apron. She was refusing to look into your eyes, as she waited for your reply. It seemed that the one who needed a calming tea for her nerves was not you.

''All right, what is it?" you asked, saying farewell for the book. You sat up straight.

She looked at you with teary eyes.

''M-mistress, uh so," she started. ''So I went to the town, for the shopping. As usual, on Tuesdays. A-and, you know that I can win six times out of then with Oswald in cards, right?"

She abandoned a wrinked apron and played her peach colored hair.

''Yes?" you prompted further.

''And there was that guy....'' she pursed her lips. ''And I betted with him, a-and I lost!"

You sighed, the tension from your shoulders leaving you. Milah was a master of blowing things out of proportion.

You reached again for the book.

''Very well, that will teach you to not bet with strangers," you stated and took a sip of a tea. You could also win six times out of ten with the chamberlain if he was gracious enough to let you win – as your father would say.

''But it was my mom's scarf!" she wailed, clinging onto your arm. You choked on your tea and looked at her wide eyed. "What do I do now?"

You gulped down the hot tea and sighed. What now? The silence stretched out as the clock ticked.

''Please, mistress...!" she looked at you with the teary eyes, and you knew you lost. You patted the girl on her hand and smiled. You stood up and took a coat out of your closet. You didn't like what you were to do, but what choice did you have really?

The girl looked at you puzzled.

You took a few coins out of the casket and showed them into a pouch. You hid the pouch in the coat and turned back to Milah.

"Let's go," you said. ''I'll buy the scarf back for you."

''Really, mistress?"

You nodded and smiled. You made your way to the back door, trying to look as much not suspicious as you could. By the kitchen doors, the cook noticed you and frowned. You sent him an apogletic smile and put a finger to your lips. The mute cook understood and went back to his work. Your relief was short lived however, when you bumped into a person you didn't want to bump into the most.

''Where are you going, little mistress?" a low and hoarse voice asked you.

''Oswald," you greeted him. He looked down at you with his one eye, and waited.

''Mistress decided to go on a walk," Milah piped in, smiling to old chamberlain. He glanced at her and then back at you.

''That's right," you said. ''The sunset seems to be too beautiful to miss."

Oswald didn't look convinced, when you passed by him, with your hands tightly clasped to keep them from a nervous tremble. You weren't surprised he didn't believe you, you wouldn;'t believe yourself either.

You made your way to the town, with a quick march. You wished you could come back home by the night, but looking at the sun at the horizon you were not that optimistic. All you two could hope for, was that the man Milah lost to was still there.

The walk wasn't a long one. Milah guided you through the crowd with swift steps. Soon enough you were by the tavern. You decided that you won't question sanity of your maid, that ventured into a such tavern. She sent you a nervous chuckle, noticing your gaze.

''Sometimes I come to chat with the innkeeper."

''And that explains everything."

Your face hit the stuffy air, mixed with the smell of alcohol and reek of smoke. You coughed, but ventured into the tavern. You felt gazes of man gathered, but you ignored them. You let Milah guide you through obfuscated room.

''Ooh, Milah!" the red faced innkeeper grinned. ''Still salty about the lost game, eh?"

She smiled to him and glanced back at you. You prompted her with a look.

''Um, Tom,'' she started. ''Is that guy still here?"

The innkeeper rubbed his bread as he hummed, ''remind me, how did he look like?"

''Seriously!?" Milah stomped her foot. ''Tall, blonde, gold eyes?"

Tom hummed again and shook his head. Milah glared at him and took out a coin from her pocked and threw at him. You just stood quietly, not taking the hood off your face.

''I might have seen him,'' the innkeeper said after he bit the coin. The maid looked at you defeated.

You took out a golden coin and gave it to Milah. She scraped it on the desk. Tom put his large finger on the coin, but she still held onto it.

''Well?" she smirked. The innkeeper rubbed his bread again, glancing at you and measuring you with his dark eyes.

''The port,'' he said, and she let go of the coin. Interesting trick, you decided. Milah nodded and turned to you. You nodded, and more than happily you walked out of the tavern. You knew the way to the port, as you sometimes would come with your father when he would see his cargo off.

The port was bustling as ever, ships and people merged together when you looked down. The sunbeams blinded you, and trying to shade your eyes with your hand you turned to Milah.

''Can you see him?" you asked. The maid shook her head and you made your way down to the port.

You walked through the sailors and as you looked for the man matching the description. To be honest, the port wasn't the safest place in the world. Sailors in the name could turn into pirates anytime, and the navy wouldn't be able to do much.

''There he is!" Milah shouted and jumped. You followed her pointed finger, and in the crowd you hardly see that man. Milah started to push through the crowd and you followed her, dropping occasional apologize. She stopped abruptly and looked around. Soon you were running after her. ''Waaai~~t!"

You heard a scream of a woman and a few gun shots. The crowd started to push you back and you were separated from Milah. The chaos erupted as more gun shots resounded through the air.

''Milah!" you yelled, trying to find your maid in the running crowd. ''Milah!"

You turned to the ocean and saw a ship with a black sail on it. The cannons were just being brought out and and your heart skipped a beat when you though what would follow. The pirates were probably on the beach, making a ruckuss and fighting but soon, they will be back. You turned to look for Milah when you felt a hand catching your wirst.

To your immeade relief you saw green, scared eyes of your maid. They also held some dangerous gleam, that you had a bad feeling about.

''Mistress, I found him!" she said with trebling voice. You came closer to hear her words. In the surrounding noise you weren't able to hear anything else. She understood, when you shook your head in confusion and pointed her finger. ''There!"

You looked at her terrified, when you saw the blonde man on a pirate ship.

''No,'' you said. ''No, Milah. Don't!"

But she didn't listen to you, as she let go of your wrist and made a run to the pirate ship. You stood dumbstuck, as you watched her figure running on the sand. The crowd mostly emptied, and only some fights continued far closer to another ship.

You weren't one to be reckless. No, you considered yourself quite of a reasonable person, but when a person you knew almost all your life was doing something stupid, what were you supposed to do?

You lifted your skirts and followed the girl, with a curse on your lips. You caught up to her by the plank leading to the ship. You breathed heavily, not used to running around in a heavy dress. Milah didn't notice you up until both of you were on the ship.

''M-mistress!?"

"Milah, you idiot!" you shouted. You were going to drag her out of the ship yourself, when she tugged on your arm and hid both of you behind barrels. The ship shook on the waves as first cannons were fired. You tried to make yourself as small as possible, when you saw a group of pirates coming back to the ship. The navy on the beach couldn't stop them, and the cargo from other merchant ships was stolen and brought there. You could hear your heartbeat, when you heard a voice commanding to set sails.

You saw that blondie man, indeed wearing Milah's scarf, coming down. He was grinning when the last of the crewman made it back. White wails caught the wind and you felt the ship moving.

"No. No, no, no nono," you mumbled to yourself. Your last chance to escape was just shattered to pieces, when the plank was raised. "Milah, I'm going to kill you."

"I'm sorry, mistress!"

From your place behind the barrels you could see how shore and the port became smaller and smaller. Your hands trembled as you clutched onto the ropes bounding the barrels together. The sun set, and the night took over. You watched as the pirates took care of the stolen cargo, taking it under the decks. They were laughing and joking together, while you shook , frozen in your place.

You saw a man coming towards your hiding spot, and realization that you were going to die flooded your mind. His purple hair swayed on the wind as he started to undoing the ropes. Milah clutched to you, and you felt like a rabbit caught in a trap, that waited for a hunter to kill it. The barrel was lifted and you two were exposed to the man.

''Huuuh?" he blinked, looking a little bit surprised. ''A woman? Two?"

''What are mumbling about in there, Murasakibara?" a sharp voice cut in. ''Bring the barrels here."

''But look, Mido-chin," the purple haired man said, pointing at you. ''There are woman here."

You gulped, and started considering just jumping into the ocean.

''Don't be stupid," the man who spoke earlier came into your view. He adjusted his glasses and when he noticed you his eyes widened. ''What in the world....!"

You stood up, bringing up Milah with you.

''Eh, average," another man chimed in. You didn't know if you should be glad, he didn't found you attractive or insulted. He just glanced at you with his dark blue eyes, and leaned on the rails.

''What are you talking about, Aominecchi," blonde man you were after grinned. Milah tugged on your arm, noticing him. ''They look nice enough to me!"

Black man, Aominecchi, snorted and took out his gun. With a bored expression he started to wipe it off. The man, Mido-chin, grunted and focused on you.

''This is trully dumb to snuck into a pirate ship," his lips were drawn into a thin line.

You took a deep breath.

"I absolutely agree!" you chimed. All eyes focused instantly on you. You pulled your arm out of Milah's grasp and looked at the man in glasses. He seemed to be in charge here. You straightened up and looked at the green haired man.

''It seems that there is some misunderstanding," you began. Your mind racing. ''If it is possible, we'd like to leave your ship as soon as possible. And we won't say anything to the navy or whatsoever, you can go your way, pirating all you want. And me and my maid over there, we'll go back home and enjoy our lives as well."

''A noble girl, eh?" Aominecchi asked, looking at you.

''A merchant daughter to be precise," you gave him a nod. You turned to the blonde ''I'd like to buy back the scarf you're wearing, as that was a sole reason for our presence here.''

The blonde blinked and looked between you and Milah. Finally some kind of recognition lighted his gold eyes, as his lips formed an 'o'. Milah looked at you nervously.

''The girl from the town!" he shouted.

''You know her, Kise?" Mido-chin asked. Kise nodded.

''Yeah, and I won the scarf from her, hehe."

You nodded a few times. The shore was further away with every second.

''Yes, sir, and we'd like it back,'' you turned to him. ''And if you'd be so kind and take us back to the shore, I'll be utmost gracious."

You smiled to them, you tried to not glance at the beach and instead focused on Kise. You noticed more pirates around, that curiously listened to you. The cold evening breeze enveloped you and only your willpower let you stand still.

''I'm afraid it's not possible, ma'am."

~~***~~
AU everyone heard about, everyone did, and here I am, making another story with pirates! So, a few basics here:
-it's an reader insert, so it'll be written in second pov,
-the reader, a character, looks hovever you want her to look - I won't be writing things such as 'your eyes colour' etc, you're free to see it how you wish, same goes for clothing.
-the reader will be adressed as '______', I won't give her a name (although I do consider giving the character a surname - will that be allright?)

Well, I hope you enjoyed! ^^