Harry scowled as he walked through the cluttered streets towards the dock. He shoved another one of his crew out of the way into a empty barrel, and, grabbing onto a spare swinging rope, easily jumped and landed on the deck of the ship. He narrowed his shadowed grey eyes, searching for his teal haired captain. He saw her immediately, snarling at a difficult broken sword. He picked up one end of the leather strip with his hook and lifted it higher, allowing her to securely wrap the fabric around the dulled sharp edge of the weapon. She raised an eyebrow at him, immediately noticing his furious mood.
"What now?" She asked, waving the sword as a test before shoving it back in her belt.
"Mal," he answered shortly. Uma shot up, sending the stool she had been previously sat on clattering to the floor. She kicked it out the way and stared at him.
"What about her?!"
Harry's eyes darkened as he remembered, and his grip tightened around his hook. "Her, Carlos, Jay and Evie are planning to jump the ship."
"How do you know? Did you hear them, what exactly are they planning?!"
"Chill ye boots!" Harry replied, polishing his hook menacingly. "Tonight, apparently. Don't know what they planning to do."
Uma spun around and stalked into the cabin. Harry heard the clashing of more swords and she came back out with a handful of them. She gestured to him and he stamped his feet on the wooden floor loudly. The crew immediately stopped and turned to attention. Uma cleared her throat.
"Tonight, we need to keep watch for Mal and her-" Uma rolled her eyes and smirked. "Gang" She surrounded the words with speech mark gestures. "If they get onto this ship, there will be HELL to pay. Now for badness sake, DON'T mess this up." She stepped back off the platform she was stood on, and turned back to Harry, who smirked.
"They won't get on Captain, not on my watch." His grin widened as Uma nodded approvingly. "GIL!"
The crew member in question stumbled over to him. "Stay up on the ropes, if ye see them, shout."
Gil nodded, his grin a mile wide. Harry pulled him closer and pushed his hook onto the top of his neck. Gil gulped and looked down cross eyed at the sharp weapon. "Don't mess this up." He whispered threateningly, popping the p. Gil nodded again and was released, clambering up to the sails of the ship.
2 hours later
Carlos leapt silently onto the side of the ship, feet and hands gripping it tightly. There was a slightly louder thud as Jay climbed up after him. He wasn't quite as skilled as Carlos, who was like smoke; he was almost impossible to catch. Mal and Evie had taken different routes to the ends of the ship to the wheel and cabin, whereas the boys were heading straight for the deck.
Evie tiptoed down the dock, keeping her heels hovering off the floor. One click and they could be done for. She knew she should have changed out of them, but there was as much chance of her mother complimenting Snow White as there was her wearing trainers with this dress. She gasped as a dark figure swung above her, and pressed herself against the ship, standing with bated breath. She waited until she was certain there was no sign of the person coming back, before continuing in the same direction, keeping her eyes peeled.
A vice like grip tightened around her wrist. She held back a scream as she was yanked to look in the other direction, finding herself face-to-face with a maniacally grinning pirate. She stiffened; maybe he didn't know who she was. She tried to pull her arm away when she felt a hook curve around her other wrist and she knew immediately who it was, despite never meeting him.
Great.