SwirlingCupcakes

   As you screamed Alfred raced over to you, intending to calm you down, but you had other ideas. Of course you weren't completely over the events of last night so as he drew closer you became more frightened and surprised, grabbing the closest object to you. It wasn't until he came close enough for you to whack him in the head with said object did you realize you grabbed one of the fluffy pillows you were sleeping on earlier. You stood up on the bed as he became sprawled across the floor, the glasses on his face you didn't notice earlier becoming askew. As you stood, clutching the white pillow as if hanging onto it for dear life, your brain

"Arthur, dude, you have to let us make port soon," the blonde, blue-eyed man begged the Brit that stood beside him. "Please, I'll get on my knees and beg you, but I have got to get on dry land soon." "And why's that? Have you tired of the sea, Alfred?" Arthur asked, the annoyance in his voice making his accent sound heavier than it normally did. He looked over at his first mate, cocking a thick eyebrow at him. "Lost your sea legs?" "Wha? No! Nothing of the sort," Alfred answered, furiously shaking his head, which sent his feather hat from his head and his glasses askew on his face. He hastily straightened them and returned to pestering his

Author’s note: And we end with my lucky number, 13! |50 Years from the last Chapter| You are seated in your rocking share, smiling as your hand holds his soft one. Around you, children sit down, listening for what seems to be the fiftieth time about the day where the two of you met. “It was back when I was in college…” You smile. Your memory fails you quite often recently; it’s gone to the point where you forget how many cups of coffee you’ve taken in the morning. But that was one day you will never forget. Arthur’s eyebrows knit together as he recalls, “It was at a bus stop…” You