Well, I'm not gonna lie, this, is prettyyyyy long... I just wanted to get the whole thing up so I can start writting new ones. Hope you Enjoy, and stay tuned for other (Kavi) fanfics!

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                          Above, the ship was in shot distance. “LET LOOSE THE CARRONADES!” Avi began yelling orders to his crew, as the front carronade cannons let loose, noise and smoke filled the bow of the deck, and if the other ship hadn’t noticed them before, they sure have now. As the ship got closer, it fired more and more, one ripped the mast to splinters, one, ripped through the side of the ship, exposing the hold where some boxes fell out. Finally, the ships bore along side each other, and the ropes and hooks were thrown across. A wave of pirates crashed into a sea of sailors. Avi jumped from the quarterdeck to the deck. Immediately, both cutlasses unsheathed and began slicing the sailors to bits. The sailors of the prize ship were no match for Avi’s veteran crew, and within minutes, the entire crew was captured, or killed, except for those in the deck hold. They had barricaded themselves in a pirate cage, as they were called. They put an iron fence against the doors and try to wait out the attack. Pirates can wait too. Avi began searching below decks, trying to figure out who exactly it was they just robbed. He wandered below decks, this, was an interesting ship. It DEFINIETLY belonged to a man of power and wealth so, that’s a plus for his wallet. There were 3 big rooms, and the crew quarters were smaller than usual. Avi inspected the 3 rooms. The first had charts and navigation tools. Ok, a captain. The next, it had logbooks and legers. A lord? Someone with a business most certainly. The last room, possibly the most elegant. It was a bright white color, with a grand bed and a closet with… silk dresses? “So… not, a man….” Avi mumbled to himself… He left the room and went back on deck to inform Kevin of the lady on board. “Kevin!” Avi shouted. “Aye Cap’n?” He hollered back.

“There’s a lady in there” Avi said, pointing to the doors.

“How can ye tell?” 

“One of the rooms below has silk dresses and such, and unless one of our lads killed er’, she’s still on board”

   Yes, maybe Avi had a cutthroat ship with a cutthroat crew, but he, had some mannerisms in him, mostly taught to him by Kirstie, seeing that she was a lady… He wouldn’t harm a lady. His crew didn’t always like this side of him, but they respected it. Maybe this is why Avi is the only pirate on the waves, who can love. Others don’t love, they like a girl for one, maybe two nights then forget about them. Avi was conflicted. His mind split, like the horizon he was watching just hours earlier. Split between the devils of the sea, and the Angels of heaven.

       “I’m going to go below and see what else I can find” Avi went back into the “Boss’s,” he assumed, office. He walked in, and took in the room. It was about the size of a shed, with a nice size bed and a desk, along with a wooden dresser and papers strewn around. Avi looked at the leger on the desk. “Maldonado Shipping?” he said. “Huh, well, I gu-“ He stopped, his mind, his body, his whole world, just halted that instant. His hands trembled, he felt his knees go week. Maldonado, Kirstie’s father. She, was in there. Kirstie, his Kirstie. He bolted up to the deck, ran passed a bewildered Kevin and stood at the door. He just, stared at it. “Uhh, Cap’n?” Said a confused Kevin, Avi’s breathing slowed, as well as his world. He snapped out. He wouldn’t let this happen. Being afraid has stopped him from enjoying life, and it cost him life’s greatest joy. Kirstin Taylor Maldonado.

         They were in the Snakewood Inn, Kirstie wanted what Avi couldn’t give, a legitimate relationship, not random-flirting and sneaking off. Avi, was scared. His mother left when he was young, and he had no idea where she could be. A noble? A fisherman’s wife? He was scared of the not knowing, scared of doing something he’d regret. So he left, he walked out and away from his problems like he always did. And when he got back, she was gone. For good. And now, he stood before a door, the only barrier between him and his past, and his only joy. “Kirstie” he said under his breath, “Kirstie”, slightly louder. “Kirstie!” He stopped, he waited. “Kirstie, I…” he turned his head to the side, “Below, all of you” He said to his crew. They obliged and walked below. Avi stared at the door. Was he ready, to spill himself out to her, and every man in that room, her father, the captain? What type of reputation would that establish for him? Hi, I’m Avi, the emotional pirate captain. Yes, yes he was. He didn’t care about the other men in that room, he cared about her, Kirstin Maldonado, the bliss and joy he lost because he refused to spill out, he refused to talk. Now, was it fate that brought him together? That brought these ships together in the middle of the night so that Avi could make things right. Either way, he wouldn’t waste it. 

        “Kirstie I…” He began. “I know you’re in there, I know you can hear me. I, I… I’m sorry. I, I cant stand this life without you. I was afraid and scared, scared of the past, of losing you. And that’s not going to happen anymore. Kirstie, please, come back.” Avi stood at the door. Waiting for something, for anything. For her. Kirstin Taylor Maldonado. His bliss, his joy, his relief, his get-a-way, and the woman he loves, and he wanted nothing more this instant, on this earth than to hold her, brush her hair behind her ear and tell her all of that, and things would be different and he would be strong. But nothing happened. He stood and waited, but no movement what so ever occurred. He turned around. “I, guess it’s not supposed to happen” he mumbled to him self. He heard the door creak behind him. He stopped, back straight, eyes shot open, he slowly turned around and saw, her. Kirstie Maldonado.

        He saw her perfectly curved face matching her perfectly curved cheeks. He saw her smoke-black hair around her brown eyes deeper than the sea itself. But her smile, it wasn’t a smile, it was a look of, concern? Nervousness? Hope. Kirstie knew it was hope. She loved Avi as much as he loved her, and she missed him dearly, but she couldn’t do it before. Avi was scared, and she just couldn’t handle that. And that is why, she asked her father, to find her a husband. And he found him. Lord Jeremy Michael Lewis. An aspiring tinsmith. He was Cocky, slightly rude, arrogant and wealthy, and Kirstie’s father adored him. He was a man after his own heart. Kirstie despised him. Every moment she spent with him was one she wanted to spend with Avi. Jeremey is not what she wanted, she wanted understanding, even if that may happen to be a Pirate. “Avi I…” she wanted to continue, when out came Mr. Lewis, with his ruffled shirt and long coat, and his sword, if you can even call it that as it looked more like a needle. It was long and thin, that of a “Gentlemen.” Avi’s cutlasses were thick and curved. They were hard steel, and weren’t the swords of Gentlemen, they were the swords of someone who intends to use it to ends someone’s life without the games of “duels” and “challenges.” No, these weapons, in the swift hands of Captain Avriel Kaplan, were a killing machine.

       “How adorable, the fearsome pirate wants to the love of a Lady of the stature of Ms. Maldonado, as if, he has feelings!”  Laughter roared out of the hold, and several other sailors, the captain and Taylor Maldonado came out. The sailors with their swords and the captain with his rage. ”How dare you even consider asking for my daughters love?! Kill him!” Two sailors stepped forward, and charged Avi, Avi unsheathed his swords and dispatched them both with ease. 2 more came, and Avi killed one, and shot the other with his pistol. As the others came forth, the crew that was stored below heard the ruckus top-side, and came out.

            Taylor’s face changed from unstoppable anger to utter horror, as he saw the dirty, filthy and bloodthirsty pirates emerge from the hold. Avi was never like them, Avi could feel, could love, but could he show mercy, in circumstances like the ones presented to him now? Kirstie was kind, why she fell for a pirate in the first place, Avi would not now. Even now, after seeing and involving herself in the lives of such fearsome men, she watched in utter terror, as Avriel, the man she once loved, and still did, killed the sailors with ease. The crew joined the fray. The sailors, inexperienced with the sword, were easy enough to kill off. Mr. Lewis however, he said the sword was the gentlemen’s weapon. He was trained, skilled. And as the fighting began, he locked swords with Captain Avriel Kaplan, and as the fighting died down around them, they found themselves at a stalemate. Kirstie was watching, with mixed emotions. Avriel Kaplan, the man she loved, was fighting Jeremy Lewis, the man she was to marry. Jeremey was approved. Her father liked him. She however, thought (as did everyone else) that he was an arrogant, cocky snob, who was used to flocks of women chasing him. Kirstie still wanted Avi. She wanted his presence, his comfort, his love. She wanted him.

           Kirstie’s contemplating was broken with the swipe of a sword. Avi was on the ground, disarmed, and Jeremey’s was at his neck. Her body and blood filled with fear, and she felt her knees weaken and her throat dried. “You know Avi” Jeremey began, “I admire your kind, sailing the sea, taking as you please, it’s a bloody shame you’re all a joke.” And with that, Jeremey Michael Lewis raised his sword, and began to swing at the head of Avriel Benjamin Kaplan. No. 

         Kirstie wouldn’t, she couldn’t, this couldn’t happen. All of sudden, her feet began to move. She began running. She didn’t think she just ran. Towards Jeremey and his sword over his head.

“No…”

It barely managed to escape her lips.

“No.”

Slightly louder.

“NO!”

And with those final two words Kirstin Maldonado sent the entire force of her body shocking through Jeremey’s, and Jeremey Michael Lewis fell off the side of the ship. A tinsmith manager, from the noble area of London, he never learned to swim. He quickly drowned in the warm, crashing waters of the West-Indies. Kirstie killed him. Lady Kirstin Taylor Maldonado, first of her name, killed her fiancé Jeremey Michael Lewis, the last of his name. Kirstie’s father stared in utter disbelief, it would have been perfect. His daughter, would have married another noble. But no, no, she refused, she refused the good life he wanted to give her, she would ruin EVERYTHING for him. He marched over to his disgrace of a daughter, rage boiling through his blood, madness in his eyes. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???” He asked, his voice echoing throughout the sea. “YOU’VE KILLED HIM, YOU’VE RUINED IT, RUINED IT ALL!” Kirstie backed up from her father’s fury. “I didn’t want to marry him!” Kirstie spouted back.

 “OH, AND THIS PIRATE SCUM IS BETTER?” Kirstie was on the brink of tears. “Yes, he’s a better man than you, or anyone else can ever be.”

            She said it calmly and with conviction. Her father began to raise his hand. Avi, finally on his feet after his fall, flashed his sword against the Lord’s neck. “You dare touch her, she will be the last thing you see.” Taylor obediently lowered his hand and swallowed hard. “You never cared” Kirstie finally said, “About me, about mom, about anyone or thing except you and your image and profit.” 

       “Young lady, how dare you speak to me like that? I’m your father and I will-“He took a step forward and Avi’s sword pushed against his neck more. He realized what he was doing and stepped back. 

       “You’re not my father, fathers care.” And with that Kirstie punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious. Avi flashed a look of surprise, and turned his head from the body on the ground, to, her. Kirstie. 

“Kirstie, I…” 

“Why? Why’d you leave, why are you back?”

“Kirstie, I…”   He sighed, he had never told anyone, even his friend, his brother Kevin.

 “Come on” was all he could say. The short walk to the quarterdeck of the ship allowed him time to plan out what he would say, the truth? Or the lies Pirates were famous for mass-producing? They stopped at the edge and both looked out at the moon’s face staring at them, as if itself waiting to hear from Avi the truth.

     “I, was scared…” He paused. He wasn’t waiting from a reaction from Kirstie, he didn’t need one. He knew exactly what she felt, confusion. A pirate, Avi, scared? ”My mother” He continued, “As yours, left, when I was a lad. I, don’t know where she is, if she’s a noble, or a fisherman’s wife. I don’t know what, or who she is or has become, and that scares me Kirstin. I’m… It was foolish, a foolish fear, and in the time we’ve been apart, I realized that. How foolish that is, how foolish I am, for leaving. I broke my own heart Kirstie, I reopened scars and cuts that you were the only one to ever heal…” He again paused to examine the look on her face. He couldn’t read her, he never could. She, like him, was a mystery. In her thoughts, her emotions, her actions… Then he saw it. A glisten in the bottom of her eye. It grew, and fell over her cheek. A tear? 

        “I’m sorry Kirstie, that’s all I can say.” She wouldn’t want him back, no matter how bad he did, he didn’t even bother mentioning it. But she knew he did, and she knew, more than anything that she did too. She leaned in, and he, surprised at first, then accepting, closed the gap between them. It was beautiful, like in the fairy tales she heard as a young girl, the ones her mother used to read. It had passion, emotion, it had the most important thing a kiss could have, it had him. Avriel Benjamin Kaplan. The man she wanted to spend her life with, the man whose side she never wanted to leave. The man who comforted, stood by and loved her dearly. 

       They stopped and gazed at each other for a moment. Words weren’t needed. For once, Avriel Benjamin Kaplan knew exactly what Kirstin Taylor Maldonado was thinking, for it was the same thing he was. Love. Pure, peaceful love. Not something that was typically used to describe pirates, but he didn’t mind. If anyone questioned it, he can always cut their tongue off. Two polar opposites, stood on the quarterdeck of that ship, kissed on the quarterdeck of that ship, fell deeper in love than ever in that ship, and there, as she leaned in the crook of his neck, and he, on her head, Avi didn’t feel as empty, as the horizon that cut through the sky.