Pearls and Pirates

*Sherlock BBC

James Moriarty, Tom/Sebastian Moran, Molly Hooper

AN: This is a Pirate and Siren AU, obviously. I really just have a thing in my head for Molly being a Siren, don't ask me why, but I want it! Molly as a Siren seems intensely fun to me! For once I think she should be the powerful one in the group, the one people secretly fear. (It was a thing in my head that would not go away and I didn't totally want it to) Moriarty as a Pirate just fits to me as well! Tom is Sebastian Moran, as it is in my other story as well, so if you read that you understand.

Sherlock will be around too, as will John and Lestrade, though not as you might expect because I have some fun ideas on Sherlock too for the story. It is mainly a Molliarty though with mild sprinkles of Sherlolly.

The hollow and repetitious thump of boots walking down the deck rumbled around two men. Ships loomed tall and imposing on either side of them as they strolled casually through the massive port, bending the world around them and forcing others to swerve to avoid their slower pace. Crew members smelling of sea water, fish, wood, and a great many other thing, clambered rapidly around the two figures purposefully taking their time. Calls went out and were answered from man to man as they all rushed about, flooding the docks with loud shouts of all languages and accented twangs of all the places represented in the culmination of seamen. Wood cracked and creaked as empty and full barrels and wagons alike were shoved about in a far less than gentle manner. Sails whipped in the wind as some ships readied to sail once again, stocked for the voyage. Seagulls hovered near, answering in their own calls, staying close to all the various fishing boats. The sea port on the edge of town was a wild mess of action and grating sound.

The chaos had no hold over those two figures, one slightly taller than the other, each well dressed without being obvious or glaring. They looked nothing like the men around them, groomed, clean shaven, clean in general, and graceful but they somehow did not stick out the way they really should have. They were painfully skilled at blending in with those around them, drawing eyes only when they had desire to. Though swords swayed at each of their hips, it was somehow well hidden in the folds of coats and fabric, and everyone carried weapons of some form or other anyway.

The salty crews of the various ships were busy at work, ignoring the man in a long, dark coat, crimson velvet at cuffs and collar. No, they did not notice the black eyes that watched each one of them with a cloying carefulness of a man reading books from each tiny thing he observed. They spared no looks for the taller man staying a stride behind him, stiff posture of a soldier, and cold blue eyes scanning each motion as if waiting patiently for threats that could arise. Focused on their tasks as they were, they would never have guessed that the slight looking man with onyx hair slicked neatly back into a short tail at the base of his skull, the parlor snake looking fellow, already had their weakest points picked out and knew where to hit their ships by watching them work as they always did.

The fools had utterly no idea the one and only Captain of the Reichenbach, James Moriarty, walked among them; further were unaware that the innocent, seemingly unassuming young man with dark and wild curls following was the Colonel, turned deserter to the Queens navy, Sebastian Moran, current first mate of much renown. Captain Moriarty and crew were the most feared lot in the seven seas, and they were not the only ones that claimed so, everyone did. A pirate captain with all his limbs and general extremities intact was one to be feared indeed; one with a first mate with the same functioning limbs was worthy of terror; or worthy of mockery for lack of action, but not in this case for their ship was well known. The dreaded captain's name was whispered if it was spoken at all and any cargo ships trembled at the sight of that ship's sails, knowing they spelled untold horror to any unfortunate enough to be run down.

The pare traveled through the blissful crowd, taking very careful stock of everything being wheeled or rolled onto each vessel. Their own ship was docked nearly at the end of the line, minus their usual flag and their particular sails carefully lowered, a few very decorative bits spread in obvious places to be removed later. Once they were ready to sail again themselves, this little scouting stroll would be quite useful in plotting a course. What they observed here would reveal to them anything they needed to know for later when they graciously took the time out of their day to visit the ships they found worthy of attention.

Trim hips swaying slightly, coat tails lapping at his heels, the young, though notoriously ruthless Captain made his way up the steps leading to the cliffs and the shops above. His perpetually bored eyes wondered over the people milling about, looking right through the majority of them that held no value to him. A very slight smile was on his lips, just enough to keep him looking friendly but not tipping into his more manic and crazed smirks. There was a strange mix to the man, a look of worldly wiles and pitiful innocents meshed into a single damaged individual. James strutted down the center like a king, and people did always move for him somehow. His exotic good looks, gentle but sharp facial bone structure, along with a toned body ensured that he turned heads, male and female alike at times. People could see there was something different about him even if they could not place why, but he drew and repelled people in one motion of push and pull, like the moon.

Moran looked a great deal more bored than his captain, not bothering with the pleasant expression. No one was watching them so there was no point in putting on a show. While he was perfectly capable of smiling and putting people off by using his boyish looks, though not as impressive as Moriarty, he did not bother in crowds. He was less graceful, more stiff and ridged than his companion but he walked with a respectable power drilled into him so strongly he would never exactly seem less than a soldier again. With the wind tugging at his curls, sun toying with his dips and plains, he seemed no more than an innocent boy grown up too soon, but cast him in the dark shadows of a ship sails, sword in hand, and he was a veritable demon.

"Let's take a look around, see what we can see." Moriarty chirped in his thick Irish drawl, voice lacking all intimidation in its casual softness, more excited about strolling the area to seek out vantage points than a murderous sea devil had any right to be.

"Anything you say, boss." Sebastian replied in his very English, short and to the point, tone of voice, business as always. He was here to be sure the changeable and often flighty creature did not get himself into trouble as he had habit of doing when he grew bored in the slightest.

The market was crowded and more noisy than the dock had been, brimming with people buying and selling whatever they could. Nothing interesting, not a single one. Interesting things were not done out in the open market, they were done in shadows far away from crowds, and Moriarty knew this. People saw them, watched them, some probably even trying to decide if the strangers would make good marks, but they paid no attention.

They turned rather sharply, Sebastian skillfully staying on the other man's heels, practice of this nature serving him well for the captains whimsical moods. They were to go exploring today while the others worked on the ship. Moriarty was a brilliant leader, unmatched in cunning but he was not one to get down into the dirt with him crew. No, instead he did reconnaissance and scouting and plotting while roaming about whatever inlet they were on.

He moved wherever the wind blew him after he was finished investigating on the docks. He tended to enjoy seeing what the locals had brewing, hidden away from prying eyes, typically squirreled away in sea caves. Even if nothing was hiding there, the terrifying killer still enjoyed exploring places like a child. The first mate did not mind. James saved him from a life he never wanted and gave him a new, more exciting one he was far better suited to.

Yo ho! Breaking rules without a care, enjoying every minute.

It took them little time to skirt around the edge of the town, the both of them adjusting from sea legs to land legs more easily than most, headed directly for the more private and unused sections of shore. Moriarty was nearly galloping once they trekked away from the main group of people. His dark eyes had been cast to a ship unusually docked some distance from port, sure there had to be some grand mystery to the act. The man loved little mysteries like that and he loved better to poke his nose into the business of others. Nosy blighter, he was! Usually right about his hunches too! But again, Moran did not care nor mind, following only too willingly.

They slowed considerably once they neared enough to hear the men belonging to the boat shouting out to each other. It was, upon a closer inspection, a fishing boat. They seemed on edge about something and Jim was nearly vibrating in his boots to know what it was, hoping for treasure, no doubt. He shot his first mate several excited glanced, black-brown eyes dancing in his head as he grinned, prowling like a panther over the rocks to get close enough to see. The two crouched behind a grouping of rocks to watch the beached boat rock with the motion of the men climbing about.

The sound of rattling chains, water slapping, wet skin and wood colliding, and finally something heavy being dragged in hitches and stops. The men were shouting and cursing at something, all sounding tired and strangely a bit wary. Whatever was on that fishing boat had caused quite the stir with crew and captain. Said scruffy captain marched angrily from the plank to the shore, bellowing orders around a thick beard and oily, long strands of hard hair.

"Haul the damn thing out here where it's easier to deal with! But I swear, you let it go and I'll be selling your skin at market!"

"It bites!" One yet unseen man with a hideous accent of poor education yowled back.

"Tell someone that cares! Cut your bellyaching and get it out here! You'll be thanking me when we're rich!" The scraggly stick of a man insisted too loudly.

Jim turned and whispered directly into Sebastian's ear, "He's just asking for it, I say! Any that yell things like that so openly deserve to be stolen from." They were knelt uncomfortably in rock and sand but neither seemed to notice too much as they watched the fisherman's drama. The boat was less than half the size of their ship but it was not the worst little sea vessel fishermen could be using. Whatever strange items they had aboard could be nearly anything.

The captain of the fishing boat stomped about in the sandy patch of beach not covered in water. The tide was going out rather swiftly and that boat would soon be grounded until the waters returned but the crew did not seem worried about that. They planned to stay where they were at least for the night.

Grunts and groans like a bunch of seals laying out on the rocks billowed out from the boat as men finally came into view, all six with chains in hand, struggling with something that was very clearly moving, not just moving either, more like thrashing about like a-

Both men went positively ridged, eyes wide and fixed. Sebastian cursed under his breath before saying a quick prayer for protection most any sailor always learned to quote when under stress. Moriarty's mouth dropped open wide enough to catch fish had he been swimming, totally in wonder of exactly what he was witnessing. The first mate had to catch his wrists to keep him for standing up and racing off to catch an honest look.

It was a woman, but not simply a woman, no, that was a tail she sported, not legs! She looked wild, like so many caged animals, wet dark hair swept back and sticking to her back and chest as her eyes darted over the men around her. Even with wild, furious eyes, she was stunningly beautiful, skin glittering in the light, just like legend would suppose. It would not be difficult to understand how any man would risk a watery death to come close to a sea goddess like that, body bared to the world save for her long wet hair clinging to her and the remainder of a fishing net wound partly around her shoulders and torso. The fin of her white and gray tail swayed as if itching to be in the water, swimming away from the bunch of them. Her long fingers dug into the sand as she seemed to ready herself for whatever they might throw at her, shackles holding tightly to her wrists.

Those fishermen had given a might jerk as one, causing the creature to roll down the planks, almost taking the men with her. They regained themselves before her impressively large tail could bat them down again, all cursing wildly at her and one of them batting at her fin with a club. That made her hiss wildly, swirling her body around impressively quickly, something akin to a snake, as she aimed her claws at his face. The chains rattled as the other men jerked her back and away from their fellow crew member, though even then she had managed to cut some nice claw marks into his shirt and bring a little blood to the surface.

The man yelped, obviously more frightened by his close encounter than anyone else and he struck her quite hard in the center of her tail, bringing a pained and not nearly human enough cry from her lips. The two observers watched in stunned amazement as a particularly brave young man pounced on her back, looping a bandanna over the lower half of her face, attempting to gag her, but she slung him off, nearly catching hold of him despite the chains. He too was saved by the chains being violent thrown back and another fisherman, the captain, tossing him away by the scruff of the neck.

"Careful, Dimmok, it nearly had you!" The captain snapped.

"We have to keep her quiet, Anderson! She might have us all if we don't get the gag back on her!" The younger man protested from the ground, leaning up on his elbows.

"Were I of a mind to enchant you," the creature's lyrical, lilting, feminine voice crooned, "it would have been done." She grinned at the men, white teeth bared for them all to see.

She enchanted two pirates looking on alright, even if she had not been trying! A pirate captain in particular. Sebastian did not even need to ask to know perfectly well they would be stealing this treasure away from some unworthy men. Dangerous or not, that... mermaid would be a new addition to the horde, somehow.

"She'll call in her sisters to drown us!" Dimmok persisted, ignoring her as the other men pulled at the chains to drag her fully from the gangplank.

"Nothin' she can do now but give us what we want. Have her call 'em!" Anderson sneered, "Be more money for us when we drag them all in."

James actually shivered, violently too, when the creature laughed, sounding like mystic music itself. There was a strain to her voice though, and just a little inspection told the reason, and it was not fear. She was injured and in pain, that was obvious by the trail of blood down the plank and pooling on the sand. The wound was absolutely obvious against her white scales. Around the joint in her tail, where knees would typically have been on a human, there was a jagged and torn section piercing from one side to the other, an obvious harpoon injury. Nets and a harpoon was how they caught her, it would seem.

"Tie 'er down!" Anderson barked, "She might be tough but we'll see how she holds when she's bakin' in the sun like yesterday's catch!"

The mermaid gave little sound as the men dragged her roughly over the sand and rock to chain her to one of the larger ones. They forced her back, yanking her arms up over her head and secured the chain tightly, looping it round the rock and staking it just to be sure. Her tail swayed and she lashed out at them but there was little she could do to stop any of them. Still, she did not look frightened, only angry as she stared daggers at them.

"By the end of the day, she will have given us buckets of pearls in her weeping!" Anderson smirked triumphantly, hands on his hips. "We'll be rich! Mermaids tears might be hard to come by, since they are obviously stubborn, but the sun'll do our work for us!"

Venom dripped like acid from her voice as she turned dangerous eyes on the captain, "Mortal men are surely the greatest fools of all living creatures in land or sea. I will not cry, nor, as I have told you, will my tears turn to pearls. Only the stupidest of your kind believe such things!"

"Coming from a myth, pardon me if I don't believe you when you tell me it's only a story!" The man spat through his beard, "'Sides, you'll make me money even if they're not pearls! Anyone'll pay a handsome price for a bloody mermaid!"

Almost imperceptibly, she stiffened at that, face sobering further and her lips thinning with tension. She might not have been afraid, but she was not exactly un afraid either! Prize secured to her heated fate, the men began to filter away toward shore. The captain left two men in charge of watching their pearl maker before the bunch of them walked out of sights and over the cliffs. The two men were stood warily, guns aimed for her rather than slung onto their shoulders. The siren did not move, however, not even a twitch; she simply stared out at the retreating sea with a resolute longing for things unattainable. The little, huge monster of a sea creature seemed tired. Easy to understand why after all she clearly had been put through.

It was so silent as they all watched and were watched, not even the waves were there to crash against the rocks. A few seagulls screamed above to make the silence less so, but that was all. The Pirate Captain and his second did not move, they only stared at the mermaid, finally able to really get a look at her now that she was so still. Something seemed wrong with her from their vantage point because she was breathing much harder the longer she sat in the sun, seeming more drained by the minute. A closer look was preferable though, but James had left his gun behind. Moran had his strapped to the inside of his light coat, but there were two guards to its one shot. A shot might call the others down on them too. They would have to wait until they were out of sight.

The fishermen were probably killing her. Those things were not meant to sit in the sun like that, even with the cooling wind to take the edge off.

Her utter lack of motion slowly seemed to lull them into relaxation, the rifles moving to sit on their shoulders. The two spy's waited in silence, knowing the louts would eventually decide they needed a drink. They were fishermen, not guards, and not pirates! Playing watchmen for a woman with a tail was not exactly what they did. They threw nets into the water and pulled them back up, not much brain power needed there.

It did not take long before one of them went below, presumably to get something for the both of them but when he did not return fast enough, the other grumbled and slipped into the ship quietly, glancing at the creature before hurrying off. It was clear that she noticed them go but she did not move, seeming so resigned it was almost sad. The mermaid had lost the battle and she knew it. She still did not seem afraid but she did seem to have left herself to fate.

Lucky for her, fate saw fit to send a dashing young pirate to her! James stood slowly, Sebastian rising at his side, eyes each fixed on their little target. It might be a little challenging to carry a mermaid off through town and over a dock, but they surely could find a way. They smuggled things all of the time! It was what they did! The good captain was very, very good with his tongue and he could lie his way out of any situation, and he should also be able to convince a pretty little sea monster that he was her only hope.

"What the devil?" Moran sputtered in a whisper.

"Might be... a damn pretty devil..." Moriarty mused, brows arched as he watch in stunned rapture. Shock had worn off after the initial impact of seeing a mystic creature and now it was simply fascination.

The dear girl did not look to be in any great mood about what was happening to her, seemed to be suffering some for it, but she was changing. That shimmering, white and silver tail, the long, enormous and powerful thing, it was melting! Not exactly melting, more like slipping off, like snakes shed skin; but that was not all, that dead skin looked alive and magical and-

"So it is true, what they say!" Moran's eyes could not have been wider if they tried, nor could the Captain's grin have been bigger, "Sea foam... it turns into sea foam! They really are born from it!"

"Born from it... more like create it. It's dead skin of mermaids we sail through every day, my friend, just think of that next time." Moriarty muttered as he focused his eyes carefully on her, all that exposed muscle and bone. That did look painful alright, like her melted scales just left her an open wound; but that too changed, the color of whatever skin she now had slowly turning white and then shifting to peach, her legs blending with the rest of her skin. James squinted and blinked a few times as his mind worked that new revelation over. Those were indeed feet and separated legs, some very human looking ones where it had been anything but human a few minutes ago.

Silence fell again as the two found themselves inevitably staring once again, minds racing to catch up with their eyes. What a day! What a discovery! Moriarty's legs were uncomfortable, needing the blood to flow properly after crouching so long. Now was as good a time as any to make his move, and besides, those fishermen would be back up with bottles of rum in hand any minute! No time to sit around! Life was handed to men of action!

There was a human lady chained to a rock by some horrible sailors and what could a good honest man do but rescue her from such a fate? He could but follow morals and save her, obviously! At least, that would be how he was about to portray his current endeavor. She could speak and understand him and that was really all any gifted liar needed!

Moriarty bolted from his place, legs pumping, a horrified, worried, and fearful expression twisted onto his face, making him look just that much younger. Sebastian was soon on his heels, racing up to the poor girl and crouching beside her. Ever an artist, the captain was all cooing and fussing, hands wringing before him, eyes almost watering with absolute pity for her obvious plight.

Moriarty was a grand liar, and even Moran nearly believed he was nothing more than an innocent and young good seminarian stumbling on an atrocity committed against a girl they surely had not seen transform.

The creature; the even more gorgeous up close; woman looked at them with wide and confused eyes. Clearly she had no idea what she should think of a sudden arrival of two humans. Though they were clearly not the same as the men from the fishing ship, how could she be expected to judge them with any accuracy? Humans could hardly be her forte. She tensed very little though which meant she had yet to feel threatened by either of them. Her dark amber eyes turned to the captain as he spoke hurriedly.

"What devils did this to you, love?" He was already peeling his coat from his shoulders when he "noticed" the blood and gaping wound on her right leg, "Lord above! What did they do to you? Those Cretans hurt you!" He was cooing at her and sounding distressed at once.

Sebastian was not exactly a poor liar himself, for how else could he have gained the rank in the navy he had with his leaning for the illegal; but he was practical, the sort that could come up with a strategy instantly that would give a lie something believable to cling to. "Where are they, the men that did this to you? Are they still near?" His blue eyes darted to the ship with feigned worry, "Is it them?"

The doubt was vanishing from her sweetheart, adorable and much too innocent for a monster, face. The two of them together seemed to have her convinced, and even if she questioned their honesty, they were her current best option. "Yes, it is the men from the boat." Her voice was quiet and deliberate, taking on something of a fearful dip that was clearly for their benefit, "There are still two on the ship but the others are gone." Yes, she was smart and she would take what she could get, which was them at the moment.

"We must get her away from here!" James whined urgently, eyes pitifully going back and froth nervously, "We will get you away from them, we will!" He draped his coat carefully over the front of her and it could have swallowed her much more delicate frame; for a monster, she was not nearly as large as she seemed, at least without the tail.

Moran crawled around to work the stake from the ground, which he did rather quickly, unwinding the chain from the rock.

Neither of them knew what she would do once the chain was unwound but they felt moderately safe so long as the shackles were still in place. Injured and chained, what chance would she really have in the water or on land? Even without conferring they knew what the other was thinking on that subject. They worked well together, which was why they remained captain and first mate so long when many others before Moran had not lived long enough to keep the post.

"We have to get these horrid things off her!" Moriarty pleaded to the other man imploringly without meaning it in the slightest.

Regretfully, at least in tone, Moran denied the capability, "We can't. We don't have a key and we have not the tools nor time to remove them before those pirates return." He could have, they both had no trouble with locks, but that did not suit their purpose, "We must go now and worry about them later."

James nodded grimly, "Of course, you're right, it's not safe to stay here." His dark eyes looked into her face with such an apologetic, crushing sympathy that would have convinced the devil himself, "I promise, love, we will get you away from here, just brace yourself... it is likely to hurt when we move you. You're badly injured, but I will do my best not to cause you more pain."

Her eyes took long looks at both of them, mind so obviously whirling that they could nearly read her thoughts. Those arms as well as those dangerous hands were tucked under the coat, held up against her chest. Moriarty reached for her slowly and she grew tense but he did not stop, bravely reaching one arm under her shoulders and the other very gently under her legs. That smooth, perfect jawline of hers clenched, round eyes narrowing but she did not resist as the captain lifted her up and into his arms. Like the good, attentive gentleman that he was, Moran tucked the coat around her, balling the remaining links of chain into something she could manage to hold, tucking that out of sight too before the three made to escape.

The good captain was quick on his feet, lithe as a squirrel in the treetop even over the rocks of the cliff. The two ran because they very genuinely did not want Anderson's men to see them or have any idea their treasure did anything but slither away to the sea. They were interested in a clean getaway.

Calls of distress did reach their hearing but they did not look back to see if they had been spotted or if the men behind were simply shocked by the obvious empty space on the sand. Regardless, they ran faster, sprinting over the shoreline and making their way swiftly back the way they had come. Their charge made no sound, hardly even wincing while her body was jostled and injury likely agitated. Interestingly, she seemed relaxed, unconcerned now that she was with two men she probably expected she could handle better, two she thought had no idea about her little secret.

More interesting was the fact that she did not question where they were taking her, though it was obviously town. Undoubtedly she was relying in the fact that no human would believe her to be any sort of sea monster. Looking at her now, she was so human looking they might have been convinced they had never seen her look any different, but they had both seen it, so that was proof enough. The little lady actually watched their progress carefully, examining things as they flew by.

She had better chance to sight see when they came to the edge of town, slowing once they saw people, not interested in anyone setting eyes on them carrying a naked girl into town nor for them to see where they took her. As luck would have it, they did have a room for the night in a seedy but quiet little place where the owner was discrete and kept himself to himself rather than informing on guests.

Their slowed retreat did cause her to tense, glancing at each strangely. Rather than let her ponder too well, Moran stepped into his logical roll, "Careful, Jim, those pirates could be anywhere near. Can't let them see us with her."

Moriarty nodded hastily, head jerking shakily, "No, no, I know, that wouldn't bode well. Have to be careful..." He seemed like such a skittish rabbit when he wanted to even when nothing they had yet to cross paths with had ever seemed to cause him a moment of fear; there he stood, holding a man eating, ship sinking monster and he had not even batted an eye whenever she shifted in his hold.

The act was enough to put her off though even if she was less relaxed than she had been. The suspicion was there but not enough to bring her to fight them, still deeming them her better option. Her lips were silent as they moved into the back passages of the city, though, who she might call to was a mystery. If she wanted she could convince the people of any crowd to save her, something told both men she was no honest creature either, but she made no attempt at that. She was using them but that was just fine, because it went both ways.

Moran slipped a few steps ahead, looking around corners to look for unwanted eyes, stopping them a few times until the passersby were safely away for them to progress. Both men bolted up the back steps of the hotel, a two story monstrosity to the eye, greatly in need of paint, a few nails, as well as better railing, and they streaked into the dark inside as quietly as creaking boards allowed. It took each of them a minute, forcing a pause as their eyes adjusted from the sunny sky to the pitch black interior of dark carpet and sparse windows. There were a few men in the hall but they gave no reaction to two men carrying a girl with nothing but a jacket around her. One smirked, cocking an approving brow, but he made no move to stop them as they passed. Had he noticed blood, he might have given protest but he also might not have, assuming it to be from a different origin regarding maidens than regarding a harpoon. Either way, they skated by without issue, dashing into their room quickly before bolting the door.

"You're safe now, dove." James breathed out, making a show of relaxing before he walked to the admittedly less than clean mattress, pulling the sheets back with one hand while balancing her on his knee. Sebastian was occasionally astonished by his skill and balance; endurance too since he ran the entire way with her in his arms, not even winded by it. Not bad for a man that never endured a day of military drills. The great captain set her down very, very gently, minding her leg, and tucking the blankets up around her like she were a child after he was satisfied.

"She needs something to put on." Moriarty started as he turned on his heel to face his second, clearly delegating a task without actually using an order. "We will also have to..." He paused as if pained by the thought, "need to tend that wound before infection can take hold."

Moran knew where the conversation was headed so he assisted, "You have better touch than I would with tending things like that. I will go find her something to wear," he glanced at her in mock concern, though he was not actually worried about a cold blooded monster, "as well as something to eat. Doubt they fed the poor kid. I might be able to find some medicine too."

"That would be stupendous, Seb! You always keep such a clear head, always know what to do!" That right there might get sickening if kept up too long.

Moran boobed his head anyway in agreement, perhaps to all of the above. Getting out of her sight would be nice since it meant he could stop being a good Samaritan and just be his usual self. It did not take more than that to dismiss him and he left the two alone.

AN: Lots of characters to come, including Irene and so on! This won't be super long but I hope it will be fun for the reading! I was not going to post it until I had it all finished but I'm just to that good at holding stuff in docs.