Living with Captain Kirkland: Part 4

Living with Captain Kirkland
Pirate!EnglandxReader
Part 4
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Dear Dairy,
So Captain Jerk-land and I went to a cafe run by a friend of mine. Took him a while till the fact that we don't use gold and treasures to pay sinked into his mind. I brought him back to my place after. Luckily there were some clothes for him to borrow, didn't like the fact I made him cut off his long hair. He was pissed off at first then came to the conclusion of liking it.
It did fit his punk style, messy blonde hair... short. Ok, I think I hear him do something. Swear if I find anything damaged!!! Laters!

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I dropped my dairy on my bed and ran to find the sea captain with some alcohol in the kitchen.
"Oh hello lass," he greeted me.
I watched as he opened it and was about to douse it from the bottle. I didn't have time to think and just slapped it from his hand. The bottle shattered on the floor. The stench wrinkled my nose.
"The bloody hell woman!?"
"Don't drink!" I told him.
"Why not?" Arthur asked, "perfectly fine. I do this all the time, well... mostly during feasts... and after raids..."
He took a can of beer that read Guinness. I slapped it away from him before he could open it.
"Hey!" He exclaimed.
"Well you're in the 21st Century now and it can damage your liver," I said, huffing.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded.
"Yes! You dumbass! If you end up smoking you're gonna damage it still! Your respiratory system will be damaged and it'll be harder for you to run much and can form cancer," I ranted as I tried to clean the mess.

It was somewhat true. I mean even if it was a somewhat coping strategy for few it was still bad if it became an abuse to the body. I remembered back home I use to have a neighbour who's dad died from lung caner because of it. He had to move away because his mom had a new job in the next (province or state) over.

"Fine..." he muttered.
"Good, besides we have to get you to know some stuff."
He looked at me, blankly. I sighed and dragged him out of the house.
"So where are we going?" He asked.
I turned a corner and kept walking straight.
"To a witch," I replied.

When I visited the London Tower and that lady spoke to me, I swear she must have done something.

Lovely isn't it, miss," a staff member said to me.

I couldn't see clearly but the lady was wearing what seemed to be a medieval costume from the catapult launch from earlier.

"Yeah... it's so cool," I said, in awe, "if only history would tell us their hidden stories..."
"I see... well you never know there's lots of magic in London," she said, "you just have to know where to look."

I watched as she walked off. Her clothing was long and a mix of blue and brown and bit of gold if you asked me. She seemed so peculiar, but I shrugged it off.

Maybe she sent him, but why? We used the path under the bridge and walked toward the Tower. It stood tall with stone walls around it. parts of the wall had vines and a few black spots from over the years. Algae grew at the base from the moat water.
The gates were dark and made up of iron.  It almost felt like the past, except with the dozen of people visiting.

"I remember this!" Arthur exclaimed.
"Yeah... bits of history for you," I smiled.

I paid for the two of us and walked inside. The inner wall had a large catapult  and weapons, seemed like the demonstration was over. But the actors were still lounging around there. That's when I noticed the blonde lady with her hair braided in two pigtails. She still wore the same costume.

"There she is," I said pointing to her.
Arthur nodded. We both walked up to her.
"Hello again," I greeted her.
I watched the blonde lady turn and my expression was shock. Her face was like a female version of Arthur's. Her face had a blank expression.
"Hello again, Arthur," she said.
"Alice."
I stood between them.
"You know each other?" I asked.
She led us away from the group, she nodded.
"Of course, we're related." she said.