Suddenly, eighteen hairy pirates jumped out at them from behind assorted
barrels, piles of rope coiled on the deck and other ship-type
paraphernalia. 'Yaar!' they all yelled, brandishing cutlasses and pistols
galore. Harry squealed and fell to the deck, clutching his head. The others
slowly raised their arms above their heads and gulped.
Pretty soon Harry, Ron, Hermione and Gladys were all bound to a large wooden thing standing in the middle of the deck.
The captain strode magnificently towards them. He was very pirate-y. He had a large black beard and a fabulous hat. On his shoulder there was a blue and yellow parrot.
'So, who've we got here then?' he said.
Hermione spoke up. 'My name is Roxanne Albertson. These are my brothers, Edgar and Harold. And this is our nanny. She's called... um, Noodle. (Hermione had run out of names, and so resorted to favourite foods instead.) And who might you be?'
'But, Hermione, my name's not...'
Hermione soon silenced Harry with a swift blow to the dangly bits. Ron didn't cause any trouble, as he was busy staring at a cloud that he thought looked like a rabbit.
'Aah, where are my manners!' exclaimed the captain, 'Might I introduce myself. I am Captain Isaac Tomahawk, pirate captain and fashion designer. This is my dastardly crew. You'll note that they are all impeccably dressed.'
Hermione did note that. There were a number of wonderful fashion-type creations on display. The token large black man, instead of the traditional cut off stripy trousers and bare-chested toplessness, wore a rather divine white-feathers-and-netting combo. One of the grizzled older blokes had on a hand stitched checked black and yellow jacket, and flared trousers. The younger members of the crew were all dressed in dark blue fitted t-shirts and tight jeans. All had enormous beards.
'What have you done with Hagrid?' demanded Hermione.
'Hagrid? Oh, Hagrid. Why, we've *done* nothing. In fact, you can see him now. Bring 'im out, boys!'
Some of the men retreated, sniggering, below decks, and returned carrying a large bed. In the bed was an enormous man, bigger beard than everyone else put together. He was snoring loudly.
It was Hagrid.
Pretty soon Harry, Ron, Hermione and Gladys were all bound to a large wooden thing standing in the middle of the deck.
The captain strode magnificently towards them. He was very pirate-y. He had a large black beard and a fabulous hat. On his shoulder there was a blue and yellow parrot.
'So, who've we got here then?' he said.
Hermione spoke up. 'My name is Roxanne Albertson. These are my brothers, Edgar and Harold. And this is our nanny. She's called... um, Noodle. (Hermione had run out of names, and so resorted to favourite foods instead.) And who might you be?'
'But, Hermione, my name's not...'
Hermione soon silenced Harry with a swift blow to the dangly bits. Ron didn't cause any trouble, as he was busy staring at a cloud that he thought looked like a rabbit.
'Aah, where are my manners!' exclaimed the captain, 'Might I introduce myself. I am Captain Isaac Tomahawk, pirate captain and fashion designer. This is my dastardly crew. You'll note that they are all impeccably dressed.'
Hermione did note that. There were a number of wonderful fashion-type creations on display. The token large black man, instead of the traditional cut off stripy trousers and bare-chested toplessness, wore a rather divine white-feathers-and-netting combo. One of the grizzled older blokes had on a hand stitched checked black and yellow jacket, and flared trousers. The younger members of the crew were all dressed in dark blue fitted t-shirts and tight jeans. All had enormous beards.
'What have you done with Hagrid?' demanded Hermione.
'Hagrid? Oh, Hagrid. Why, we've *done* nothing. In fact, you can see him now. Bring 'im out, boys!'
Some of the men retreated, sniggering, below decks, and returned carrying a large bed. In the bed was an enormous man, bigger beard than everyone else put together. He was snoring loudly.
It was Hagrid.