LIGHT-shining

One month later, you were utterly confused. You had been receiving anonymous love letters, all very sweet and poetic accompanied by bouquets of fresh red roses with an intoxicating sent. Today when you went to check the mailbox, you almost tripped because of the roses littering your path. At first you had thought the roses were from Francis; he had assured you they weren't. The kids were at Yao's house as usual, playing with Yong soo. You and Arthur both had the day off, for once you had an opportunity to spend time together without Alfred and Matthew. You had told Arthur how confused you were, and he told you he would help you work out who

Alfred awoke to a haze of pain and fatigue. His head felt like it had been blasted with one too many canons. He tried to reach up a hand to clutch at it, but found that he couldn't move his arms. His eyes abruptly shot open. The moment his eyes opened, he cringed because of how bright the light was. A groan escaped from his lips as he tried to bow away from the light. He found himself on a ship that most assuredly wasn't the one he had departed on. Not just that, but he was tied up, in the brig of a ship that was not his own. He wracked his fuzzy brain, trying to recall the events that had transpired, when the appearance of some scruffy pirat