TITLE: i feel like i want to survive

RATING: T

GENRE: General (I don't know…)

SUMMARY: Pirate!AU. The terror of the seas, the Dark Mark, is approaching...

i feel like i want to survive

My hands slipped on the wheel.

"What?" I readjusted my grip and twisted my head to face my best friend and captain.

"The Dark Mark's approaching," Harry explained, twisting his hands nervously.

"The Dark Mark," I repeated. "But - but it's been gone for years! Years!"

"I know," he said. "But it's not gone now, and it's approaching."

"SEAMUS! Take over the wheel!" I roared over the wind. I turned back to Harry. "Your stupid scar," I muttered.

"Hey! It isn't my fault I've got my scar!"

"I know it isn't, and that's why I'm cursing your scar and not you."

When he was very young, when his parents were still alive, the Dark Mark was the ship. The ship that makes you feel the chill of death as it approaches, the ship with weapons that can slice your heart clean out a mile away. Lily and James Potter had defeated its captain, Captain Lord Voldemort of the Seas, but their son, Harry, received a scar from the confrontation…

"He's coming back to defeat you," I muttered as Seamus came rushing out to take the wheel. I removed my hands, with difficulty, from it.

I rushed over to the telescope and peered through it. The waves were high today, and our boat was bobbing up and down unsteadily. In the distance, I saw a green and black flag, with a skull and snake on it.

"This is a problem."

"I know it is," Harry scowled at me. "What should we do about it?"

"Fight, of course!"

"Of course," he muttered.

"Seamus, let Dean take the wheel later, don't call us out!" I yelled over my shoulder.

"At the rate they're going, they'll be here in…" I peered at the map. "Twenty minutes?"

"You mean hours, right?" Harry said, alarmed.

"No, I mean minutes." I checked the map again, praying that my findings weren't true.

"Then we have to hurry."

"Thank you, Master Of The Obvious." I said sarcastically.

"Sarcasm isn't helping."

"SHUT UP!" I roared suddenly. Harry stepped back and nearly tripped over his feet. It would've been comical if we were in any other situation than this one.

"Hermione?" he whispered.

I calmed down and took a deep breath. "Sorry," I said. "It's just...stress."

"It's fine," Harry said, though he still looked a little scared. He pointed at the window, and I could see the black and green sail clearer than ever.

"Let's take up your suggestion, because I feel like I want to survive. Let's fight."

Written for Hogwarts, Assignment 2, Corresponding Creature Representatives, Task 4, and Auction (Pirate!AU).

WC: 418