A/N: I am so glad you guys are liking it so far! I hope you guys will continue to enjoy it. Please review as well! Also hoping to get on a regular posting schedule. Just started a new job this past week. I am also switching up POV this chapter. So lets jump right back in…

Looking at the terror stricken faces filled him with some glee. The only brunette prisoner amused him the most. Though you could see the terror written clearly on her face she still had a defiant look in her eye.

It will be fun to break her, sad to kill her if we have to. He thought to himself. She was a pretty maiden, not stunningly beautiful but pretty enough to catch a man's eye. Looking over to one of the redheaded men he could tell that he noticed the brunettes looks as well. He grinned to himself.

Before thinking about it too much he strode over to the brunette. He stopped when he was mere inches from her. Wolf towered over her easily. Lifting his hand he hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him.

Her brown eyes shone with unshed tears and had defiance written all over her face now. He sneered down at her. Having a gut feeling he knew that she would be fun to turn into one of his crew, he had to before Reaper got to her. But, he had seen Reaper eyeing the redheaded maiden. His lips formed words before he could rationalize them. "Aren't you a pretty little thing? You look like you have a good set of pipes on you."

Her eyes hardened and she pressed her lips into a thin line. Oh, I wish I knew what was going on in that pretty little head. He sneered at that thought. He didn't need to concern himself with this maiden as he was already betrothed to one of the maidens back in his tribe.

"What's your name little lass?" he sneered into her face.

"Hermione." she said without hesitation and surprising confidence.

Wolf glanced back at his fellow Steersman who was smirking at this whole exchange. Turning back to the girl he looked down at her. "Well? Do you sing well or not?"

It was more of a demand than a question. Hermione slowly nodded, a self-satisfied smile graced his face. Releasing her chin he turned and nodded at his comrade. "You hear that Reaper? We've got new entertainment." A grin was all that Reaper responded with.

A while later as the crew were settling down for the night him and Reaper were in their quarters looking over maps. Reaper had a deep frown etched into his face. Without the black Wolf could clearly see the lines that had slowly etched themselves into his face over the last few years. Reaper looked well into his twenties instead of just entering them.

Wolf got along with him well enough but they weren't anywhere near the term friends, no matter how many villages they plundered or hours they sailed together. The two of them were just about as close to strangers as they could be. Not that he cared, he could go his whole life knowing nothing than what he already knew about the other Steersman and he'd be okay.

"According to the maps the village was farther north than we had originally thought. We are only about a week and half worth of sailing left." Reaper said without looking up from the map he was studying. This caused Wolf to grin, he knew what this meant and boy were they going to have fun.

"Does that mean I get to start breaking them then Reaper?" he quipped. This caused Reaper to look up at him. A smirk was plastered on his face but his eyes were hard.

"It's Harry, Draco. The prisoners and none of the other crew are around. But yes, you get to have your fun. Just take it easy on the maidens this time would you?" Draco just rolled his eyes and set his mouth into a firm line.

He hated using their given names while they were at sea. He didn't trust the crew at all to keep their mouths shut when they got drunk. It would be a few years before the prisoners learned their given names. His tribe wanted them fully loyal and trained before giving them the power to use any raid Steersmans real names. It was the law of his, well their, land. But Harry clearly wasn't that careful.

Draco turned and left the quarters. His agitation towards his fellow Steersman heightened slightly. Intending to go to the helm of the ship to get some fresh air he was stopped short when he heard a hauntingly beautiful voice.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up. Though the voice was beautiful he knew to beware of sirens and their calls. No matter how many people said "it's too far north for sirens," and "you have gone absolutely insane, you never met that siren at sea." and many other things. Draco knew a siren when he heard and saw one.

Following the sound he drew his dagger ready to attack the siren and silence its voice so that no man on his ship would perish. Though he didn't seem like it he cared about his crew very very much. And Harry teased him about relentlessly.

Draco knew he was getting closer as the singing got louder. Using the masts and various objects on the deck as cover he slowly made his way to the siren. There was no way that one had boarded his ship without the knowledge of the guards patrolling the decks. They would be thrown overboard anyways if they did let it on.

Approaching the helm is where he saw the shadow of the supposed siren. How convenient, he thought to himself. I can just off her, and throw it overboard without dirtying my ship.

But as he got into striking range, he took the time to study the "siren". Almost as soon as he raised his dagger, he lowered it. This was the pretty brunette maiden that he had noticed earlier.

"But my jolly sailor bold…." the last few words of the song rang out. Draco shuffled somewhat uncomfortably to sheath his dagger as quietly as he could. Apparently he wasn't as quiet as he thought he was as the noise made her jerk around. He could see by the light of the moon her eyes flicked from his to his half-sheathed dagger, her eyes instantly filled with fear.