Pirates and Wizards
Chapter Three
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Pirates and wizards
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Chapter Three
“Faster
lad!” Jack instructed as he sparred with Harry. He was currently teaching the
boy the use of a cutlass. “Watch yer left side.”
Harry did
as instructed and blocked the next swipe easily. He had been aboard the Black
Pearl for five months, and he loved it. After having been taught everything
a decent sailor should know, the crew had moved on to teach him other kinds of
fighting. Anamaria taught him to use a dagger and in return he taught her to
read and write. Gibbs taught him hand-to-hand combat, and in return Harry had
to tell stories from the future. And Jack taught him how to use swords and
cutlasses. In return Harry helped the captain get a better hold of his magical
abilities that had only developed over the months. Jack had started out being a
normal Elemental, but then he developed magic and Harry had been teaching him
what he knew. The rest of the crew taught him to lie, cheat, brawl, swear,
steal, sneak, and everything else they could think off.
“Don’t let
yer mind wander, yer not good enough for that yet.” Jack said as Harry ended up
on his rump and his cutlass several feet away. “Soon ye’ll be good enough to be
put into action.”
“Action?”
Harry asked and got up. Jack was a good teacher, but you were not getting any
pity or breaks form him until the training was over for the day.
“Yep, gonna
attack and plunder a ship soon enough. The crew’s gettin’ restless, not a ship
taken in months. We are pirates after all, whelp. We need te keep our skills in
perfect order, or we’re just as bad as those redcoats.” Jack leaned on the mast
smirking. “I’ll ne’er forget yer first meetin’ with those stupid idiots. That was
quite summat.”
Harry
groaned. “Don’t I know. Anamaria won’t let it lie. She’s still teasin’ me about
it.” He was beginning to pick up the pirate way of speaking, especially Jack’s.
He was also picking up Jack’s walk that made it look like he was drunk when on
land, but it fit perfectly with the sway of the sea.
“Yeah,
indeed.” Gibbs chuckled from his place by the rail. “I dun’ think I ne’er saw
anythin’ funnier.”
Harry stuck
his tongue out at the elder man then quickly jumped out of the way of the
dagger he was sure was to come. And come it did. It whizzed past him and
embedded itself in the mast just where Jack had been standing seconds ago.
“Ye great
lump of worthless cad!” Jack hollered, but everyone knew he was having just as
much fun as the rest of them. “What’dye think yer doin’?”
“Teachin’
tha’ boy o’ yers to keep ‘is tongue to ‘imself.” Gibbs replied.
Harry
rolled his eyes and sheathed his cutlass. The two of them would be at this for
ages once they got started.
“At it again?”
Anamaria asked as she came down from the crows nest.
“Yep.”
She shook
her head. “Impossible idiots. Well, up te th’ nest with ye. Yer turn.” She
handed him a spyglass and headed towards the kitchen. Harry quickly climbed the
rigging as if he had done nothing else his entire life, and settled nicely in
the crows nest. Some of the sailors didn’t like it up here due to the height,
but Harry loved it and had quickly discovered that he was a very good lookout
having very sharp eyes after drinking the Sight-Correction Potion.
“We
pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me
‘earties, yo ho!
We kidnap
and ravage and don’t give a hoot.
Drink up me
‘earties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo
ho, a pirates life for me!” he sang quietly as he looked around. The sea
stretched out in every direction as far as the eye could see, but Harry didn’t
mind. He liked it out here whether with a crew or without one. Jack had once
said that it was the pirate blood in him that rejoiced being back where it
belonged, and that no matter what the sea was his mistress and no one else
could hold a hand over him and make his decisions. That was what most pirates
looked for: freedom, but very few found it. Jack had found it, and so had Harry
now.
“We're
rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves.
Drink up me
'earties, yo ho.
We're
devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. And what the hell is that?!”
Harry narrowed his eyes towards the black dot but couldn’t see much. So he got
out the spyglass and directed it towards the thing whatever it was. “Shit!
Jack!”
“Yeah, what
is it Green-Eyes?!” Jack looked up at him.
“An HMS
approaching fast on starboard side!”
“What?! In
the middle o’ the ocean?! Ye sure?!”
“O’ course
I’m sure!” Harry yelled back.
“What’s ‘er
name lad?!” Gibbs asked.
“Where’s
she ‘eaded?!” Anamaria added.
Harry
turned back up and turned the spyglass towards the ship again. “It’s called the
Interceptor II, and it’s headed straight towards us. No sign of going to
the left or right.”
“The
Inter-what?!”
“Interceptor
II. You know it?” he asked as he came down to the main deck.
“It’s gotta
be Norrington,” Anamaria said. “Jack commandeered a ship of ‘is a year or so
ago, and the man’s been after the Black Pearl ever since.”
“Ah, yes,
the cursed Aztec medallions.”
Jack nodded
in agreement. “Norrington it is. Only a redcoat like ‘im is stupid enough to
name ‘is ship like that.”
“What are
we going to do?” Harry stroked Hedwig who landed on his shoulder. The owl had lost
lots of her feathers or she would’ve cooked up in the Caribbean heat.
“We hide
the ship.” Jack said. “I don’t want a confrontation yet. How long before they
reach us ye think?”
“Not until
nightfall at longest.” Harry replied then grinned. “O’ course, that could be
arranged.”
“Yer
beginnin’ te think like me.” Jack grinned as well. “What ‘ave ye got up yer
sleeve?”
Harry
smirked and started to whisper in the captains ear. Anamaria and Gibbs shared a
look and shrugged, this was magic stuff and not something they understood. They
watched as Harry finished telling Jack of his plan and the two of them quickly
climbed up to the crows nest where they started to do weird gestures with their
hands. Neither Anamaria nor Gibbs could see anything happening, but they could
feel the magic released and directed towards the other ship. They shuddered at
the thought of getting on Harry and Jack’s bad side. Poor redcoat blighters.
When Harry
and Jack got back down again they were grinning manically to each other.
“What did
ye do to those poor bastards?” Anamaria asked afraid of the answer.
“Nothin’
too bad, luv.” Jack replied. “Just a few snapped ropes and other certain
things.”
“I assume
that those ropes were very important ropes?” she raised an eyebrow.
“How did
you know?” Harry asked. “And yer starnin’ to sound like a lady Ana, better be
careful.”
“And yer
startin’ te sound like ol’ Jack, which is frightenin’.”
“I know the
perfect thing te cheer us up,” Jack grinned and Harry got suspicious at once.
“The story of Harry’s first meetin’ with the redcoats.”
“Jack!”
“Yes
Harry?”
“I hate ye.”
Jack
grinned. “Ye tell it Gibbs.”
Gibbs
grinned as Harry stomped off to the other side of the ship and started the
tale.
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They had
been three weeks out at sea, and it was three weeks since Harry had arrived
aboard the Black Pearl. Jack being Jack, thought it was a great idea to
celebrate this fact and they stopped in a small port. He gave the crew, except
the lookouts, a days leave then proceeded to lead Harry to an in and trying to
get him drunk.
Harry did
drink a bit of rum, but not nearly enough to even get tipsy. He didn’t feel
safe in the tavern, and redcoats could pop up wherever and whenever.
“Come on
Green-Eyes, ye need te learn how te drink rum.” Jack said. “ ‘Ere, I’ll even
pay for it!”
Harry shook
his head. “No thank you Jack. I saw a few redcoats on our way here. And I am
sure that they have noticed the Pearl anchored in the harbour. Soon
they’ll come looking.”
“Joykiller.
I ne’er thought a Sparrow could be a joykiller.” Jack mumbled and started to
down his second tankard of rum.
The
green-eyed young man shook his head and looked around the tavern. Several
prostitutes were eyeing both him and Jack in a hungry manner, some pirates were
whispering in a corner now and then casting look their way. The bartender and
the waitresses ran around with orders and no one seemed to notice the door
opening. Well, not at first. But when ten redcoats entered the room most of the
seemingly drunk pirates sitting around jumped up with weapons at the ready.
“Jack,
redcoats!” Harry whispered thanking the gods that they were sitting in the back
of the tavern close to the backdoor.
“Yeah, yeah,
ye told me about them already.”
“No,
they’re here in the tavern Jack!”
“Now ye
want to take me rum as well?!”
“Keep it
down you bloody idiot.” Harry grabbed his ancestors chin and turned his head
towards the redcoats making their way through the crowd.
“Redcoats!
Why didn’t ye say so?!”
Harry
rolled his eyes. “What’s the plan?”
“Get to the
backdoor as fast and as quiet as possible then run to the Pearl.” Jack
slowly got up and edged towards the door and Harry followed suit.
“THERE THEY
ARE!!!!!” a redcoat yelled and pointed at them.
“Forget the
quiet bit.” Harry said as he ducked a bullet.
“AFTER
THEM!!!!”
“Yep,
forget the quiet bit.” Jack said as he jumped over a table. The two of them
fell out the backdoor and blinked as several other redcoats came running up the
alley. “Split!” the pirate-captain ordered and once they reached the main
street they each went their separate ways.
Harry
quickly ran down the street and towards the docks. He noticed that most of the redcoats
were following him and they had two advantages. One was their number, and the
other was that they knew this town like the back of their hands. He ran into a
back-alley that proved to be a dead end, and looked around. He could hear the
redcoats coming, the wall was too high for him to jump over and he had left his
wand at the Pearl that morning not wanting to have it stolen while in
town.
The only
thing he could think of at the top of his head was metamorphmagi. Sending a
prayer to the gods he concentrated and pictured himself in the body of a young
female, a hooker. He drew his magical powers and forced them into the mental
picture, then he connected this picture and the picture of himself. A second
later he could feel a tingling going form his toes to the tips of his hair and
when he opened his eyes again he was wearing a female dress – ‘Goddamn corset!’
– and had long golden hair. Then he threw himself into a pile of trash just as
the redcoats came rushing into the alley.
“Hey lady,
seen a boy run this way?” one asked.
“That I
did,” Harry replied sounding annoyed. “The brat pushed me and now me dress is
ruined!”
“Where did
he go?” another asked.
“Oh, he
jumped over the wall.” Harry got up and brushed off the dress. Then he walked
up to one of the redcoats and started to fiddle with his buttons. “Ye know, why
care ‘bout a boy when ye can care ‘bout me?” he battered his eyelashes for
effect and nearly felt sick as the soldier drooled.
“No time-
Dawson, get your bloody arse back here!” the leader of the redcoats grabbed the
man and dragged him back to the rest of the group. “Thank you!” he called to
Harry and threw him a gold coin.
Harry
caught it and watched as the soldiers disappeared, then he let himself change
into his normal form.
“Now that
was amusin’.”
His head
snapped up and up. Anamaria was sitting on one of the rooftops and watched him,
her eyes glittering. “Wait ‘til Jack hears ‘bout this!”
“One word
and I swear I’ll– ”
“No time
lad, the Pearl is ready to make way.” She grabbed his hand and pulled
him up on the rooftop with her. “By the way, ye make a wonderful woman.”
Harry
glared.
“Always a
good story that.” Jack sighed and wiped the tears away.
“Speak for
yerself.” Harry muttered. He looked up at the sky. “It’s darkening. The Interceptor
II should be here soon.”
The captain
chuckled. “And we’ll be ready for ‘em.”
Once again
Anamaria and Gibbs shuddered at the look that Jack and Harry exchanged. Nope,
definitely not good to be on their bad side.
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This fic
leans more towards humour than anything else.
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