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Yo, Ho, Ho, and a Bottle of Rum!

Chapter Two

Prisoner!

The ship grew larger and larger as it came closer. Sam was suddenly aware of a bright white light out of the corner of her eye and she tore her gaze away from the ship. Danny now stood as Danny Phantom, his ghost-half alter-ego. "I gotta go stop them from landing here," Danny said, eyes still on the ship.

"What? Danny, it's a pirate ship, how can you be so sure that's what set off your ghost sense?" Sam asked.

"Sam," Danny said. "It's probably just YoungBlood with a new ship. And if it's not, then still, you have nothing to worry about. I can take care of myself."

Sam's brows furrowed ins slight protest and worry, but she said nothing more. Danny grinned and started for the ship. "Be careful Danny!" Sam shouted after him. Danny made a small salute and went on his way. Sam sighed. "Be careful," she whispered.

Danny kept flying towards the ship. The black sails were rather interesting. He'd never seen anything quiet like it before. He'd never seen anything like it before, period. "This'll be interesting," he murmured, grasping the thermos from the strap going diagonally across his torso. He neared the ship and was now floating almost over it when...

...he stopped in mid-air over it and...

...fell.

"Ah!" he exclaimed as he went sprawling out of the air onto the deck of the ship where the pirate ghosts were busily going about their daily jobs. The thermos rolled out of his hand towards two black boots. A hand connected to the person in those boots picked the thermos up and walked over in front of Danny. "Who are ye?" the harsh, cold voice demanded. Danny blinked several times before coming into the realization that he'd fallen from the air onto the ship. He picked himself up and stood, looking at the man before him.

He had a scraggly black beard with what looked like little sapphire blue and ruby red beads onto few locks of hair, and long black hair to match his beard too. The man's eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in a very long time, and his skin was a very pale peach-color. He wore what pirates wear: brown leather-like vest over a button-up shirt with long, loose sleeves. His long boots made it up nearly to his knees, covering a bit of the black pants the man wore. Danny also noticed that this guy was at least a foot taller than him.

Danny couldn't believe it. The guy looked...human. Danny looked around him at everyone else on the ship. All the pirates looked human, dress in a similar but different fashion. Then...were they really what set off his ghost sense?

And now that he was really on the ship, he could see that the sails weren't black, they were a deep, dark shade of sapphire blue.

"I asked ye a question," the angry pirate captain said. "Who are ye?" He pressed his face up to Danny's, close enough for Danny to be able to smell his rank-smelling breath.

"I'm...uh...just passing by," Danny stammered. He took a step backward, but then realized, after a small flash of light, that he'd reverted back to human form! "Uh oh..."

Gasps rang out through the pirate ship. Danny looked around at the surprised and astonished faces. But one particular pirate caught his eye. He was leaning over the edge of the ship, elbows propped onto the wooden barrier. A hat was plopped on top of the pirates head, hiding the beginning of long brown hair tied into a pony-tail. Danny looked back at the captain.

"So yer the half-ghost we've heard so much about," he said. "I be Captain StoneHeart, what brings you to my ship?"

"Like I said, just passing by," Danny repeated. "I'll just take that and..." He reached for the thermos only to have it held way over his head by the tall captain.

"Reaching for this?" the captain asked. He laughed a hearty laugh. As if on cue, all the other pirates began to laugh. Danny swept his eyes quickly over them all. Almost all the pirates were laughing. Only the one with brown hair didn't. The pirate only turned slightly in Danny's direction, as if just noticing he was there. "I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere." Captain StoneHeart's harsh whisper tore through Danny's thoughts.

"Y-you don't understand," Danny said, trying to get the thermos, jumping and reaching for it. "I really gotta go. I'm not supposed to be here. This is all just a misunderstanding!"

"Jim, John, get this boy to his new station. He'll be assigned to Turk in the galley."

Two pirates about half a foot taller than Danny came to apprehend the boy. "What?" Danny exclaimed. Station? Assigned?

"Don't worry, lad, Turk don't bite. Much." The two sailors, quickly recognized as twins, laughed and took hold of one of Danny's arms each. Danny struggled against them.

"Hey! Let me go!" Danny shouted, trying to pry himself loose. "You don't understand! Let me go!"

Captain StoneHeart only smiled as Danny was taken down a door into the galley. Another pirate walked up to him. "Cap'n," he said. "With all due respect sir, I don't think Turk will very much like an assistant."

"If he doesn't want the boy he'll work up here, manning the sails then."

"It's a tough job, sir," the pirate said.

"Go back to yer stations! All of ye!" The captain walked off.

Off by the edge of the ship, the mysterious sailor from before leaned off the wooden barrier and walked over to another area of the deck. "This should be interesting," the sailor murmured beneath his breath. "Very, interesting." The sailor smiled and continued on.

E/N: Hope you liked this chapter!

--Airamé Phantom