So, there was some confusion on what Niall made Harry. It’s called a Powder Monkey- usually a young boy that runs between the bottom deck and the floor that they have the cannons during a battle, bringing the gunpowder.
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Answer: Belle, Jasmine, Ariel & Narry, Larry, and Ziall/ Ziam (at the moment)
Words:
(I’m in the Disney music kind of mood, so that’s why that song is there aha)
Enjoy!
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With the news, the whole crew have lifted spirits. They all have hope again, and it was a refreshing thing to see. I loved that my crew was happy and hopeful again, and that the sea seemed to be matching their mood. I watched Zayn and Harry talking, watched as Harry threw his head back and laughed, clapping his hands and Zayn just smirked playfully in amusement. I couldn’t help but smile at the sound, and at the sight, a strange warmth filling me. I shook it off, smiling widely at Zayn when he glanced over. He smiled back, happiness practically radiating off of him. Harry followed his gaze, looking at me too. He smiled shyly and I laughed, watching as he sent me a little nervous wave- one I returned. He then stood a bit straighter, and smiled a bit bigger, seemingly ignoring the comment Zayn had shot at him- which caused him to hit him in the arm. I chuckled lightly, shaking my head at the pair before I turned and walked up the steps.
It was time to see where we needed to go to stop this blasted curse.
I gently placed the key down next to the map, looking over the thing as a whole, trying to pinpoint exact locations and measurements. With each little shape or inconspicuous marking on the map, a name was given on the key. I matched them all up, pinpointing where we were and how we would reach the place we thought of as only a faraway dream up until now. The inscription on the side still puzzled me, and I still couldn’t figure out what it meant.
Magnis amet intraveritis interrogate, et duc exercitum in circulis, frusta aperire ostium clausum. Sed cave, Periculum latet in omni tribulatione. What did that even mean? I sighed in frustration, hating that I could be letting the crew down again because I couldn’t make out what a couple words meant. Because apparently I can’t read a map properly, because I had no idea what the small circled areas meant either. I was sure it would be explained in that stupid phrase I couldn’t make out, but I wouldn’t know because I didn’t speak whatever language this was.
“Is everything alright?” A curious voice asked from behind me and I sighed in discontent again, shaking my head no. “Well, what’s wrong? What can I do to help?” Harry asked, stepping up next to me, while watching me with concerned eyes. He glanced at the map on the table, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I can’t read what it says right here.” I mumbled quietly, pointing to the writing around the frayed edges of the map.
“Is- is this a treasure map? I mean don’t you have enough gold?” He questioned, examining it again.
“It’s complicated. It’s not the gold we’re after. Can you read it or what?” I questioned, tired of the questions already. He didn’t need to worry about what we would find. He wouldn’t have understood.
“I can read it, but in return you have to tell me what is so important that you guys are going through so much trouble for it.” He stated and I nodded, just extremely glad that he knew what it said. “It says: It takes a key to enter, find the pieces to open the lock, the circles lead the way. But beware, danger lurks at every turn. At least, that’s the rough translation. Your turn.” He insisted and I nodded happily. There was hope after all.
“The prize we’re after isn’t the gold, although it’s nice. We are after something much more valuable to us: the elixir of life.” I answered and I watched as he looked slightly disgusted.
“Why would you want to live forever? To be eternally rich or what?” He hissed and I laughed.
“You don’t understand anything, you’re just a boy. You’ll learn soon enough when you decide to open your mind to the possibilities. It’s to cure us, not to let us live an eternity.” I hissed back, and he just glared at me. I shook my head, waving my hand away. “Go clean the deck or something.” I ordered.
“That isn’t my job.”
“It’s your job when I say it is. I’m Captain, and you will do as I say.” I commanded again, turning away from the map once again to glare at the boy. He glared back, but nodded, stepping down the steps and fetched the cleaning supplies.
Zayn soon joined me, raising an eyebrow at my tense posture.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned lightly.
“That blasted boy, thinks all we are is a bunch of heartless, selfish thieves. Like we are the blasted scum of the world! He couldn’t give a blasted care about us, he would just rather be here than in that urchin’s grasp. He doesn’t care about us, he doesn’t see us as anything but filthy pirates with never ending greed.” I hissed, ranting a bit. Zayn looked a bit hurt, but then shook his head.
“No he doesn’t.”
“He does Zed, he doesn’t care. We could stop at the next British post and allow him to go free and he will. He doesn’t like us, he’s just a great actor. That’s what we’ll do, the next island we stop at, we’ll let the poor bastard go.” I said, and he opened his mouth to argue but I held up my hand to silence him.
“But Ni-” he started again, and I shook my head.
“No, if you’re right then he won’t leave. But you’re wrong about this one. We opened up to him, and look where it’ll take us. Let him go home to his family for a bit, they’ll have to give the money they got from the king back, and he’ll probably be drafted but that’s his choice. End of discussion Zed.” I commanded and he nodded sadly.
“Aye, aye, Captain.” He said sadly, looking down at the map.
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We pulled up to the dock, a small British owned island, docking only for a few minutes. Harry was standing in front of the group of the crew, all watching me with curious eyes. They were all probably wondering why we had docked again.
“Harry, you’re free. Go, get the hell off my ship.” I commanded, watching as his eyes widened, but happiness filled them too.
“Really?” He questioned eagerly and I nodded. He took a cautious step forward, and I watched as Zayn shook his head sadly, digging his face into the crook of Liam’s neck. An overwhelming feeling of sadness filled me, watching as my point was proven. He took another cautious step forward and I stepped away, gesturing for him to go. But before I could watch him leave my life completely I turned and walked back towards the Captain’s quarters.
“When he’s made his choice, we take off.” I called, then slammed the door to my quarters shut in pure anger. Why did I have to be right? I sighed, flopping down on my bed, running my hands over my eyes in sadness. Anger and sorrow and emptiness filled me, and I couldn’t help but notice it was because he was leaving me- us, leaving us. I had grown attached to the boy, but he had just pretended to enjoy our company so he would survive.
How could I have been fooled so easily? And for once I felt like maybe I had a chance to find something like Zayn and Liam- with him. How stupid could I have been? He saw us as bloodthirsty, self-centered, greedy, dirty pirates, and that’s all he would ever see us as.
He didn’t know that there was a plan behind taking a family member. He didn’t know that because we took him, not only could he not be drafted into the Red Coats, but they also got money for him being a ‘Victim of piracy’. Sure, if we had taken his sister than there was still two main sources of income, but when we took him then there was only one: their father. But they would get tax cuts because of his disappearance. Now all of that would stop, and he would be trained like a mindless Red Coat anyways. And if the lads ever saw him as a Red Coat, they would kill him on the spot- whether he was attacking us or not.
I sighed again, sadness and anger washing over me as the ship began to set off again. This time, one curly headed lad less.
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Wait, what happened?
Did you even expect that?
Is Harry gone?
Was Niall right about how Harry saw them?
Does Harry think they’re greedy?
Will Harry be seen somewhere else later on?
Q&A Questions (for the characters or me)- if I get 10 then I’ll post it. :) PLEASE?!!?
How does the crew feel about this?
Are they going to get the ‘treasure’ now?
How does Zayn feel? Why?
How does Niall feel? Why?
Is Niall starting to realize his feelings?
Real life question of the chapter:
Who is your hero (real or fictional/ dead or alive)?
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