A/N- Wow. I can't believe I'm attempting this again. Er…how rude of me! Hello, people. I've forgotten to introduce myself. I'm Green Eyes And Glasses, though my 'personal' username is AlwaysNic. Yep. I am SO sorry!
So, if you haven't already understood, this is a re-attempt at Wish Upon A Star. It has a totally different plot, but it generally has the same characters.
Also, I'm sorry that I got less descriptive during Res' POV...*winces*
And for all of the people in my English class who are reading this:
*flicks* Go away, you stalkers!
Also, if you recognize anything, I'm going to say this: I've read A LOT of fics, so sometimes, things might get similar. (That's why I really don't write often.) Please tell me if they do!
PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I do not own any stuff you might recgon ize.*sniff* They all go to J. K. Rowing.
"Oi! You lot, you get three hours to port, than we're leaving! If you're left behind, too bad for you!"
Remus Lupin sighed. Three hours at port wasn't nearly enough time to forget the other soldiers. He'd been working on and off all day, training the new recruits. They'd docked at the well-known port, Diagon Alley, later that evening, and the captain had reluctantly decided to let them finally have some free time.
Gripping his small pouch of coins and his overcoat, he surveyed the other soldiers. They were like machines, never laughing, always working. Sure, he liked to work, and was perfectly smart. But he couldn't stand their…their…nothingness!
"Get on, then," the second mate called out once more, a scowl on his brutal and scarred face. Remus quickly strode down the gangplank and onto the dock, legs wobbling a bit with each step. He shot a glance towards the brigantine he'd gotten off of, the Arcturus, before vaguely looking at the other ships. The Wulfric, Magorion, The Marauder, The Phoenix, The Hufflepu- Remus' head snapped up as his body automatically turned towards one of the fairly normal sized ships, The Marauder.
The Marauder. That one name brought back so many memories. She still looked as fine as ever, that ship. He wondered if he should report to his captain. No. Remus started to take a step towards it, but then turned, closing his eyes. He walked on, attempting to push the thought from his mind.
The streets were crowded with people, most of them drunk, or at least close to it. Burst of rough laughter were heard coming from pubs and shops, and Remus scanned around, looking for a half-decent one. He nodded in affirmation, before stepping inside.
Remus had agreed to meet someone here, but he didn't know who. Benjy Fenwick, one of the only sailors still with a conscience, had told him.
The Leaky Cauldron was a yet another loud pub, but there were more Royal Navy sailors inside it than not. Remus plopped down in a chair, back to the door. He raised a palm lazily. A barmaid strode over, winking suggestively. Remus sighed loudly. "One butterbeer, please," he said firmly, and she nodded, briskly walking away. He couldn't afford to get drunk tonight.
A sudden wave of exhaustion swept over him and he propped his elbow on the table, then leaned his head against it. The door behind him blew open, wind howling and rushing into the small pub. It stopped for a moment, biting at his neck, before he waved his hand. It slowed down, almost seemed to become more controlled, before growing again. But this time, it had become a freezing wind.
Remus frowned, lifting himself up and twisting around in his chair. He saw a couple starting to disappear through the doors, the man letting out a bark of a laugh. But the woman stopped, her eyes widening, then narrowing at Remus. She had dark hair pulled into a messy bun, very tan skin, and ice blue eyes. Her clothing was that of what he would wear; a shirt, overcoat, bandana, and breeches. He felt his mouth hang. She sighed loudly, gave him a sad look, and quickly strode out of The Leaky Cauldron.
The thin bracelet around his wrist burned like ice. He quickly rolled his sleeve up, took it off, and stared at it. The citrine stones inlaid in the gold metal glimmered, reminding him of memories that he kept locked up, memories that were too painful to, well, remember.
The wind was back again, but with a shrug of his shoulder it quieted; and not a moment too soon.
A person dropped into the seat across from him; Remus couldn't tell if it was a man or woman, for they were gathered under a coat which, as he found a moment later, also muffled the figure's voice.
The person then spoke. "I am interested in joining the Royal Navy. But I need to know a single thin-" Remus cut him off.
"Don't," he whispered fiercely, eyes blazing. "If you want to be brain-washed, and bored to death, don't. I'm telling you. Listen."
"That's all I needed to hear. Thank you, sir."
The figure nodded, or maybe shook his head, before standing. The fire seemed to blaze, but when Remus turned to look at it, all he saw was the sweep of the person's coat disappearing in the doorway.
"I'm telling you! That was hi-oh, never mind! You're useless."
Res Nicula glared at the man next to her, who chuckled, a bag of biscuits over his shoulder. She was carrying a bundle of clothe, herself.
"Res, do you really thing I would believe you? Really?"
She grumbled, nudging him to the side. "I said never mind it, Sirius!"
Sirius Black just grinned at her, grey eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Alright, then. Hey, do you find it also strange that Captain has asked us to refer to Captain as Captain?"
"Sirius," she groaned exasperatedly, tugging at the bottom of her overcoat. The pair strode up the gang plank. "Stop abusing the orders. You're making my head hurt."
He shrugged, then shot her a, 'that's- my-job-Res-and-you-know-it', look.
The female snorted, pushing him aside and marched up the gangplank and aboard The Marauder. She kept on a brisk pace forward until stopping at an overturned box where two men sat, playing some sort of game. She dropped the bundle with a large 'thump!' onto their makeshift table and glared at the pair.
"Tonks, McKinnon," Res ordered, "take these an' repair the sails. Step lively, now!" She grinned, watching the men scramble up, each take a swatch of clothe, and scurry up the ratlines.
"I believe that only the first mate can give orders, Nicula."
"Who are you to be telling me that, Black?"
"Er…the first mate," he drawled, sarcasm thick in his tone. Res rolled her eyes.
(Sirius was the first mate aboard The Marauder, Res being the second. The quartermaster 'board the ship was an older man, who called himself 'Al.' The boatswain and master were Frank Longbottom and Arthur Weasley, respectively. The Marauder had a crew of about 40 men.)
"Right then. Well, I'm going to attempt to get a biscuit before they turn all soggy and horrid." And with that, Res turned on her heel.
A minute later, Cook peered at her through a startling blue eye, than grumbled, pointing a long finger to the cranny. She smiled at him, and bent down, rummaging through it. Her finger caught onto a warm lump and she immediately wolfed it down. She grabbed a last one and closed the door, before walking to a bench and seating herself.
She knew that it was Remus she'd seen today. He looked the same as he did when they were younger, with his scared face, warm amber eyes, and sandy-blonde hair. And, before she'd left, the sight of his bracelet had made her sure of it.
She grasped her silver necklace and ran her thumb across the purple amethysts placed in the jewelry. Her head snapped up at the sound of a door being thrust open. Sirius strode in, and then sat next to her. He sighed.
"Sorry. But I think that we should pay Captain a…"-a grin crept onto his features- "a visit, yes?"
She smirked back. "Oh, yes."
He smirked as well. "Why are we sounding so…malicious?"
Res shrugged. "No idea," she answered, before rising.
Then she looked up at the table, smiled idly at the small potted plant on the table. How funny of Captain to place that there.
"No, I am looking for a ship," the figure explained, sighing. How it easy it would be for the person's sister to do this, or one of the servants.
The man in front of the large-coated figure grinned. "Are ye' now? Well, what be her name?"
"Excuse me?"
"The ship. What be her name?"
The figure nodded. "Ah. The…The Marauder, I believe."
The man's eyes suddenly narrowed. He glared at the person in front of him. "Aye. That be a cursed ship. But if ye' mad enough to board, it be anchored in the front port. Ye can't miss it."
The figured nodded inside the coat. I have to get there. "Thank you, sir."
The man waved him off, and then stepped back inside Flourish and Botts. The figure, casting a final glance at the town of Diagon Alley, started to the docks.
"Argh!"
Remus laughed at Benjy Fenwick, who had just tripped over a sleeping drunk.
"Godric," the brunette muttered, brushing himself off and shooting a nasty look at the drunk. "I swear, they're everywhere!"
"They are, aren't they?"
"Yep."
Remus turned his hand as Benjy walked up the gangplank. There, lanterns shining aboard, was The Marauder. His last chance to leave his life. He let out a deep sigh and followed the other sailor up.
"'Ello, Captain!"
Plants were hung from the ceiling, and a few littered the floor and desk. The figure who sat there, however, had their arms behind their head and feet upon the desk.
"Black! Nicula!" they barked, sitting forward. "I expected you back earlier than this."
Res hung her head in mock-ashamedness. "Oh, Captain, please don't whip us!"
"Or dunk us," Sirius added eagerly, looking up from wringing his hat in his hands. "Or shoot us, or hang us, or-"
"Sirius," Res cut him off firmly, slapping him with her tricorne. He doubled over, snickering, as she shoved the hat onto her head and grumbled.
"Mates," Captain muttered. "Anyways, you two, I did expect you back a bit earlier than this. Stopped at Honeydukes, and Madame Malkin's, I expect?"
Res felt her face heat up briefly, before she grinned. "Aye, yes, Cap'n. There were a few lovely blokes around too, y'know."
She saw the Captain grin but was distracted by Sirius gripping her waist.
"Now, Res," he muttered. "Don't you be cheating on me, now." He dropped a kiss on her lips and she giggled.
Suddenly, Ted Tonks strode through the doors. Sirius immediately let go and Res backed away, blushing.
"Cap'n, there be a man wanting to see you," he reported, standing straight-backed.
The captain's lips curled into a frightful smile as she leaned forward and entwined her thin hands; the light making her red hair light up and her emerald eyes glisten. The silver-gold bracelet lay upon her wrist, the intricate pattern above encrusted emeralds.
"Perfect," Captain Lily Evans murmured.