Food for your soul Ch16

Disclaimer: JKR owns the rights to Harry Potter and I'm not her.

Harry and his crew flooded the bars and brothels of Jamaica like a band of marauding pirates. The ship would be here for three days and most of the passengers would disembark to stay in local hotels, leaving the kitchen staff free to drink and fuck. Harry's roommate Ceasar had taken his shifts for the next two days. Ceasar was Nicaraguan and Harry had taken his shifts so he could visit his family while they were in Nicaragua.

This first night Harry would party with the crew. Tomorrow he would explore Jamaica's magical section. In spite of the hype Jamaican witches and wizards didn't practice voodoo. They had a religion sometimes called Myal and what European magicals would call dark magic was Obeah. Obeah though wasn't even all that dark for the most part, much of the magic called for justice. Seeing as the creators of the belief system had been taken as slaves and poorly treated, seeking justice was only natural. Myal was about becoming one with the creator, both in finding inner peace and invocation of the godly spirit. Harry being an atheist thought it was all a little silly but if it made them happy, so be it. It's not like they were hurting anyone.

Harry was pouring shots of Jamaican overproof rum into fruit juice. A traditional pirate grog. The crew had all but taken over a tiny little bar on the beach. There was a tourist or two that hadn't the smarts to run screaming for the hills as this group entered. Harry had done the world a favor by hitting everyone of the crew with temporary contraceptive charms. No one needed these people breeding. The captain of the ship had instructed the head chef to supply an absolutely huge number of condoms to his crew. Chef had but drunk sailors are morons.

The few locals in the bar were being pulled into their group. The locals always know the best or worst places to go. Gwen the second shift Saucier was negotiating with a few locals for a couple of pounds of Jamaican Indo. How she thought she could smoke that much weed in just a couple of days, he didn't know and wasn't going to ask. As the drinks were being passed around the bartender was on the phone arranging for the jerk chicken guys to set up outside. Harry was looking forward to that. He'd missed out on trying Nicaraguan food he wasn't going to pass up on eating Jamaican.

Harry was eyeing a young lady who looked very much like a young Angelina Weasley. He would never tell George but his wife had been the fuel for many a wank back at Hogwarts. The poor woman was surrounded by horny sailors vying for her attention. As Harry set drinks down for the guys he offered the woman his hand.

"Harry Potter, if these guys are a problem come find me."

"Krystal Heyes. How do I know you won't be an even bigger problem?" She said with a southern drawl.

"Ah, an American? I thought you were a local. As for being a bigger problem, I'll admit it's only slightly larger than average." He said wagging his eyebrows before going back to handing out drinks.

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Harry wondered why he volunteered to babysit this group of drunks. Being magical he had a better alcohol tolerance than most but this was getting ridiculous. Thirty nine drunken cooks was the equivalent of four hundred toddlers. If it was liquid they drank it. If it was the opposite sex they tried to fuck it. Three of them were at the end of the bar chatting up an old woman, she had to be ninety. Fuck it, if she agrees they deserve to wake up with her.

Gwen had already gone to the restroom with three different men. She was stoned out of her mind and offering up blow jobs to anyone who could out drink her. Harry was starting to think she might be a witch. She'd had a bottle of rum to herself and still wasn't slurring her words. Once everyone was a little more fucked up he was going to break out the bottle of Ogden's finest he had in his bag.

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He never thought he'd find love on this island nation. As he pulled her to his mouth and continued to eat her. Licking his lips enjoying her juices and giving her a little nibble. Jerk chicken was his new favorite thing. If a chicken had to die, it should be greatful to be on this barbeque, on this beach covered in a heavenly blend of spices. The jerk goat, fish and steak had been tasty but this fowl was a cut above. He'd forgo sex for this.

The man at the grill knew what Harry was thinking as he announced.

"And a bwoy become a mon."

His eyes watered a little.

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Harry exited the restroom shaking his head. Granny was having a devils threesome with a dishwasher and a pastry chef. No one needed to see that. Yet Gwen and a few others were in there watching. Gah! He was too old for this. Or maybe too young, he wasn't sure anymore.

Krystal was nearly passed out, thankfully his crew knew better than to take advantage and just kept watch on her. Harry was pretty sure she was a passenger on their ship, the only cruise line policy Chef actually agreed with was don't get caught banging the guests. Not don't fuck the guests, just don't get caught. If you got caught, meaning the passenger or more likely his/her husband/wife/mother/father or family dog complained, you'd be fired and left at whatever the next port was.

Harry sat down at her table and snatched up the bottle Krystal was reaching for.

"You're just about done for the night. I'll give this back if you can tell me where you're staying, so I can get you back there when you pass out."

"Hedonism II, room 319. I'm not too drunk to apperate." She slurred out.

"Well seeing as you're too drunk to remember the statute of secrecy, I beg to differ." Harry replied.

Krystal sat staring at him wide eyed with her hands over her mouth.

A/N: On Friday night my daughter's best friend passed away. Just went to bed with a headache and didn't wake up. Brain aneurysm. I immediately got on a plane. Unfortunately I was in the middle of trying to write funny and at the moment I'm just not feeling it. This is what I had written when I got the phone call. The funeral is tomorrow, I'm going home next Friday. So I'll update when I feel I can write it. It's been a particularly shitty couple of days, I kind of hope I can escape to a fictional world for a little while, let's hope.

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