Scones vs Tomato-Part 4

You knew for sure. You couldn't ever deny that voice.
"Arthur!"
You ran toward it, your hopes flying high into the sky. You almost tripped once or twice but your determination to find Arthur pushed you foward.
Your legs started to become wary.
No, not now. I can make it!
Behind the view of bushes, you saw the sun's glare from blonde hair.
In your excitment, you pushed leaves from the bushes away.
"Arthur!" In that moment you were so grateful, so happy.
Arthur turned around. His face was blank and dull, 'til he saw you. Shock conquered his face.
"_____....._____? Is that you really you?" He gave a chuckling gasp as he walked over to you to give a big, warm hug.
"Arthur..."
You were so overjoyed, that his name was the only thing you say as you closed your eyes and hugged him back.
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry we parted that way. I don't want us to seperate ever again. I don't even want to take you back. Stay with me. On the ship."
You pondered this in your head..
Together... on the Bloody Ruby.. with Arthur?
"How did you end up here, though? Actually no, no matter. The point is, you're here with me."
His hands on your back and waist felt so calming.
"Say yes, ______. Just say yes, and we won't part again."
You opened your eyes again, and behind him you saw a figure.
Antonio.
"She won't say yes. And she won't leave with you. It does matter how she got here. I brought her, not you. Who LEFT HER."
Oh God no.
Arthur dropped his arms and petted your head once before turning to Antonio.
"And who the hell are you?"
Antonio gave a nice frightning smile. You've never seen him like this. He had always been a happy-go-lucky person.
Arthur was not disturbed at all. It was as if he'd seen this multiple times.
Then you actually considered this. If both Antonio and Arthur are Captains.. of still sailing ships... then it should mean that they've been through a lot.
You shuddered at this estimate.
"Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. You must be Arthur Kirkland."
"Manners are important, Sir Carriedo, so that's 'Captain' Arthur Kirkland to you!" Arthur proclaimed as he took off his hat.
"Well, Sir Kirkland," Antonio started in a sarcastic voice, "I didn't feel that welcomed as you asked about my being."
Noticing Antonio's sarcasm, Arthur replied in the same manner, except he finished the sentence with a mockingly bow,
"Deepest apologies, sire," and here was when he removed the sarcasm,
"But I really do thank you for taking care of my precious _____."
Arthur stared at you, admiring you, while addressing the thanks toward Antonio.
"Yours?" At the sound of that, Antonio burst out laughing in a hostile manner.
"Señor Kirkland, please do observe her closely. She has my marking."
Arthur raised one of his dark, divine eyebrows. His eyes searched your body up and down. Eventually he found something odd. A bit of red showing from the edge of the top of your shirt.
He placed his hand on your left cheek. His fingers deliberately slide down, along your jawline, like the Spainard's lips once did.
You nervously glanced at Arthur, his eyes not leaving his hand. You glanced at Antonio, who's grin grew from ear to ear.
Arthur's hand made it to your collarbone. Your shirt covered your collarbone lately, hiding the dirty little secret. His hand pulled down your shirt just scarcely.
He saw it. That red mark. Arthur's eyes shook to some tiny extent. Most likely of shock.
You couldn't bare the sight of the two men's faces. You made your head look to your right side ground.
"So, who does she really belong to? Me or you, Señor Kirkland?"
Antonio drew his sword.
"Personally, I think she deserves the best. Someone who actually loves her, can protect her, and WON'T LEAVE HER."
"_____," Arthur started as he drew his sword, "despite what might happen, I want you to know. I love you. I always will. Everything I will and can do, will be for you. I'll say it again and again, anywhere, anytime."
Those words. They were so soft. Delicate. Unlike what the two Captains were about to do.
Antonio said that he loved you first.
Arthur said that he loved you, but in public, giving more evidence of admittance.
These two fascinating men in front of you, on moist dirt of an island which you don't even know the name of, vying for your attention. Fighting for your love.
These two beautiful men, swords drawn, stance showing readiness, about to perform an act the opposite of beauty, something almost deemed savage.
You couldn't have both males. But you couldn't have either one die.
You thought and thought about your options.
I have to choose... Now.