The Sea- SpainxReader

Waves crested endlessly, foamy white tips frothing like living pearls in a sea of sapphires. The pale blueness of the sky was clear but for a few skittering white clouds and the golden disc of the sun. The boat gently rocked like a baby in its mother’s arms and the tang of salt hung in the air.

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, giving in to the whispered promise of adventures and treasures and things beyond belief. Your hands gently ran over the mahogany of the vessel’s bow with the familiarity of the lover you were.

You were in love with this ship, with its smooth wooden planking and elegantly carved decadence. Each creak of the boards beneath your feet, ever snap of the sail and slap of water hitting the hull spoke to you in a way that nothing else could. You smiled, running over every detail of it in your mind.

Rough hands slipped around you and someone’s breath tickled your ear, “Have I lost you again, mi querida?” came a slow, thoughtful voice richly layered with a Spanish accent.
“Do I have to fight the sea for your love?”

You laughed, enjoying how the sound carried through the air, swept along by the playful breeze, “It was never any contest, amor. The ocean has always been first.”

Your lover chuckled and you felt his shadow pass over your face as he bent to nibble at your neck, “I think I can live with that as long as you will still share my bed.”

“Of course I will. The sea is many things but one thing it is not is as warm and sweet as you, Antonio, mi corazón y mi alma.” You opened your eyes gradually, turning your head to gaze upon Antonio’s visage.

He looked at you, a soft smile gracing his lips, “Your eyes are so beautiful… I could look at them all day.” His hand trailed down around your back, settling around your waist.

You tenderly brushed a lock of soft brown hair out of his piercing forest green eyes, “I could say the same.”

A gust of wind swirled around the pair of you, making your (h/c) hair whip around to slap Antonio in the face and make the man’s white silken shirt billow out like a cloud.

A look of childlike joy crossed his face and he swept you up into his arms and kissed you passionately, “Did you see that, mi amor?” he asked gleefully, “The wind supports our love. She will take us away to the shores of my native country and we will never have to sail with this wretched crew again.”

You smiled, only a tad regretful, “Si. We will be home soon and this tale of pirates will be but a dream.”

In that moment, a wave of sound and smell crashed over you. You could hear the lewd calls of the other sailors ring through the air and the stench of rum and sweat. There was the clash of swords and a howl of pain as some poor sailor lost some petty squabble. The cacophony drowned out the subtle magic of the ocean, filling you with only a sense of apprehension.

It would be good never to see this corsair ship again.