A/N: If any of you have suggestions for the Siren scene alternative, I'm open to it. Just give me a PM or something. I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I am. More HiJack in the next chapter. And if you watched Sinbad, you'll have an idea what might happen next that involves HiJack.

Chapter 03

All Sails Away

The Great Hall was in chaos. The lights went out and the shook greatly, debris falling off the ceiling. Everyone is in a panic, Jamie could only watch in horror, blown out of his mind. He heard a scream from his side and turned his head, gasping.

"Hamish!"

He rushed over the balcony as it gave way to catch the ambassador's hand, grunting as he pulled him back up to safety.

"Jamie," Hamish got out, out of breath as he leaned against the Prince. "The Book!"

They looked ahead to the Tower, seeing an aura of Darkness surrounding it. It broke out to several directions, causing a forceful air blast in the process crashing right at them. Jamie wrapped his arms around Hamish protectively as Burgess is overshadowed by darkness, as if it were the first signs of it becoming ruins. Cracks in the stone tiles, walls and pillar.

Jamie frowned deeply. "Something's wrong," he muttered.

~o~

Jack is handcuffed, his attempts to break free are futile as he was thrown roughly into a holding cell. He was was there earlier during the Earth quake and Burgess being covered in darkness, so he thought the fact that the holding cells were intact was suppose to mock him. He landed roughly on his back to the stone floor, but somersaulted and jumped back easily to his feet, glaring at the guards. They glared back, shutting the door. And then Jack heard a voice.

"Jackson,"

The Captain turned around and saw the Burgess Prince stepping out the of the shadows.

"Jamie!" he sighed, thinking he was saved. "It's about time,"

The Prince clenched his fist as he addressed the Captain. "Do you realize how serious this is?" he ground out.

"Do you realize," Jack drawled, shoulders sagging. "how many times I'd heard that today?" he deadpanned.

"You betrayed Burgess!" Jamie lashed out.

Jack groaned, exasperated. "Oh! Not you too!" he complained.

"Stealing the Book of Guardians when you knew how much it meant to us!"

Jack faced him fully. "Jamie, here's the way this works. First, I actually commit a crime." he smiled for a moment. "And then you get to blame me for it!" He grounded pointedly.

"Then how do you explain..." Jamie pulled out the knife found at the scene of the crime. "this?"

Jack blinked, wondering why Jamie had it. The last time he saw it, it had been... He widened his eyes in realization. "Pitch Black," he averted his gaze, taking that in.

"What?" Jamie raised a brow, keeping the knife away.

Jack turned to face Jamie again. "A Spirit of Discord, he framed me!"

The Prince frowned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Jack, listen to yourself." he walked towards the door.

"Trust me, Jamie. The Book is in the Dark Depths." Jack walked towards him, taking hold of his shoulder with both hands. "talk to your father, tell him I'm..."

Jamie rolled his eyes, turning on Jack in frustration. "This is beyond my father," he told him sternly. "the ambassadors are convening now for your trial."

"Woah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Trial?" Jack held his hands up in a hold-on-for-second gesture. "I didn't do it. Look, I left the Book on your ship, and that's the last I saw it." he said adamantly. "You were there, you know truth... You know me."

Jamie glared at him. "Do I? I knew a Kid." he closed in on Jack's face. "Who are you now ... Jack Frost?"

Jack looked at him bluntly, his expression unreadable.

"Look at me in the eye, and tell me." Jamie dropped his voice, listening to his own instruction. "Did you steal the Book?"

A full second passed before Jack finally spoke. "No." he said flatly.

Jamie scrutinized his expression.

~o~

In the Great Court Hall, a crowd is gathered together to witness Jack's trial. The Captain stood before the delegates with two guards at his flanks. He was still handcuffed. The King was interrogating him until now.

The twelve ambassadors are seated behind a long table:

Elinor of Dun Broch,

Ronin of Moonhaven,

Oswald of Berserker,

Kristoff of the North Mountains,

Elsa of Arandelle,

Rapunzel of Corona,

Felix of Nicelands,

Mavys of Transyl,

Nightlight of Lanodamune,

Duke of Wesselton,

Nicholas of North,

Hamish of Berk.

Stoick, the Head Council Man, sat at the very center, his son, Hamish, ambassador of Berk, is seated to his right. They listen intently to the hearing.

"We've heard enough of your lies, Jack Frost. For the last time, give us the Book." Manny demanded heatedly.

Jack rolled his eyes, groaning. "How many times do I have to say it?" he complained. "I don't have it!"

"Very well, then." Stoick stood up, and so did the other ambassadors, but he spoke in behalf of them all. "the delegations of the twelve cities finds you guilty of treason, and we sentence you to die." he said with finality. Jack gaped, horrified. "Take him away."

"Come on! This is a joke, right?" The Guards started dragging him away. "Are you... are you people blind?!" Jack struggled wildly. "I didn't do it!"

Then a voice was heard over, causing everyone to stop. "STOP!" They turned, seeing Jamie walked into the court. "I demand the Right of Substitution." he spoke authoritively, walking straight passed Jack and his Guards. "Take me in his place,"

"No!" Manny looked horrified. From where he stood, Hamish was equally mortified, if not more so. Jack was looking at Jamie, baffled.

"Jackson says a Spirit stole the Book, I believe him." Jamie said, and Jack looks smug for a moment. "let him go to the Dark Depths and recover the Book."

Jack's expression falls, his eyes wide in shock. "Wait... What?"

Manny looks frazzled. The delegates gather once more, frantically going through the matter with Stoick. But Hamish was adamant to refusing it altogether, if only to save his fiance.

Jack closed in on Jamie, pulling the Prince to face him. "What are you doing?"

"You claim that a Spirit stole the Book, so steal it back,"Jamie smirked, "you're good at that."

Jack looks at him in disbelief. "Hey, look, I will not be responsible for your life."

"You would do the same for me,"

"No," Jack cut in shortly. "I wouldn't."

Manny then spoke. "If Jack Frost is allowed to leave the City, he'll never come back!" he went towards the Prince. "Son, listen to reason."

Jamie held up a hand. "No, father, you listen." he spoke to be heard by everyone. "Jackson either stole the Book, or he's telling the truth and it's in the Dark Depths. Eitherway, he's our only hope."

Hamish was debating with his father still, when finally Stoick gestured for him to quiet down. The man addressed the Prince. "Jamie," he begun, and Hamish grunted dejectedly. "you realize that if Jack Frost does not return, you will be put to death in his place."

Jamie casts Jack one more look before facing the Council. "I understand."

"So be it..." Stoick looked grave. Hamish is sourly frustrated. "Jack Frost has ten days to return the Book."

Manny looked down, troubled. He let out a sigh. "Release him," he said grudgingly.

The Guards took off Jack's handcuffs to place them on Jamie's. They both shared a look before they start to take the Prince away, passing the Long table to go towards a different corridor leading to the holding cells. The crowd begun muttering in hush tones. Hamish pushed passed the other Delegates to make it to Jamie, only when he reached the Prince, he couldn't say anything, too lost for words, too scared. Jamie read his expression, smiling tightly to assure him.

Jamie turned back to Jack, his head hung low, Hamish follows the Prince's gaze. "Oh, and, Jackson?" The Captain raised his head, catching the Jamie's eyes. "don't be late."

Jamie turned away, and left the Court completely. Hamish was still looking Jack's way, a hard scowl of distaste clear on his face. Jack flinched a bit, groaning to himself.

"Awwgh... Deadlines..."

~o~

The Frost's Ship sails off into the darkness, most of the crew not in the know of everything that happened. Daggur whistles to Toothless from the lookout tower, the Dragon launches a plasma blast to a torch he held and he begins swinging down and different points of the ship to start a light as the rest of the crew get on to their own jobs to prepare for another long voyage. From the main deck, Aster raises up a lamp as Daggur swang by to light it up. The man then turns, seeing Jack looking across the horizon, where there was a single star that remained despite the coming of dawn.

He approached the young man, a map in his hands. "So, any idea how we actually get to the Dark Depths?" he laid the map down.

"The Dark Depths?" Jack smirked, shaking his head. "Oh, no, no, no, no. People get killed in the Dark Depths, and you know how I hate deadlines, I'm not about to chase after one. Please..."

Aster made a look. "So where are we bloody going?"

Jack laid down a new map. "The Southern Isles." he grinned.

"The Southern Isles," Aster raised a brow, crossing his arms. "this time of year?"

"Think of the Beaches,"

"Oh, beautiful, if you like mosquitoes."

"Think of the sun,"

"It's monsoon season."

"Oh, then the woman,"

Aster placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. "We both know they're not your preference, Frost."

"But they're yours," Jack nudged him. Aster groaned, and walked away from him. The Captain followed. "C'mon, Aster..."

"Crikey mate," Aster turned on him with a fixed glare. "He's your friend." he deadpanned.

"Listen to you," Jack rolled his eyes, making a hand-puppet to the man. "you sound like my mother. Jamie will be fine,"

Aster placed his hands on his hips. "You're sure of that?"

"You and I both know Manny is not going to let them execute his only son," Jack waved off.

Aster looked incredelous. "So we're running away?"

"We're retiring," Jack corrected hotly. "we don't need another score. We've got enough, now set a course for the Southern Isles."

Aster grunted, taking the wheel.

Jack walked down the main deck, addressing the rest of his crew. "Gentlemen, we're heading to the Southern Isles!"

The crew cheered, Toothless looked around, seeing the rest of the crew excited, he roared enthusiastically, launching plasma blasts to the skies. Jack headed below deck to where his room was.

~o~

"Aster... Book... Jamie," Jack grumbled along the way down a flight of stairs. He reaches his door and opens it, only to widen his eyes at what was inside. There was young man with brown hair, cladded in a leather brown tunic with a green sash around the middle, inner long-sleeved dress shirt, and loose white trousers tucked in fur boots.

But he wasn't just any young man.

Hamish was looking through some of Jack's decors, speculating a skeleton. "Look at this, I can't believe it..."

Jack quickly back-tracked, baffled that he was actually on board and inside his sleeping quarters. He peeked in once more, to ascertain he wasn't seeing things. The intruder didn't even notice.

"Oh, but this can't be real," Hamish reached out towards the skeleton. "it'd be far too delic-" he touched it, and a phalange came off. The brunette pulled back, grimacing. "Uh-oh..."

Jack went out once more, trying to remain it occured to him, this was his ship and the ambassador was the intruder. He took a breath.

"This is more like it..."

Jack put a confident smile on his face, and ventured in.

Hamish looked through some things that looked a bit familiar to him, like a purple cloth with a familiar sun insignia. "Stolen from Corona... From Dun Broch..." the brunette handled a silver bow. "And," he picked up a blue g-string with feathers dangling off it. "from a brothel in Burgess."

"Good guess,"

Hamish flinched, turning around to see Jack right in front of him. He flushed, tossing the g-string away. The ambassador opened his mouth to speak when he broke into a fit of hiccups.

Jack snickered. "Cat cut your tongue?" Hamish glared at him as he tried to get rid of his hiccups. Jack then put on an authoritave front. "what do you think you're doing here?"

"I-hike- 'm here to ma-hake- sure you get-hec!-the Book of Guardians," Hamish took a moment to clear his voice. "or bring back your dead body if you fail," he glared, crossing his arms. "...Hic! Dang it..." he muttered under his breath, chagrined.

Jack smirked, "Really?" he closed in on the ambassador. "And how are you going to pull that off?"

"By whatever means necessar-hic!"

Jack laughed. "Did you bring a crew?"

"No." Hamish looked chagrined.

"You know how to get to the Dark Depths?"

"Um... No,"

"Can you navigate on your own?"Jack smirked.

Hamish lit up. "Yes!" he said smugly.

"Well, good!" Jack walked off, Hamish frowned. "then I'll dump your butt in a rowboat, and you can paddle all the way back to Burgess." The Captain threw him a taunting look. "Cause we're going to the Southern Isles." he laid back on a hammock.

Hamish narrowed his eyes, approaching the White-haired Captain. "The Southern Isles?"

"Yup."

The ambassador leaned on the pillar one side of the Hammock was attached to. "Just as I thought."

Jack looked to him. "What?"

"Jack, you're not a very complicated guy." Hamish shrugged. "I guess any low-life would run away in a situation like this, even if someone they know since, oh, I don't know... since they were kids was in jeopardy..." he leaned over him. "... even if that someone was, say, they're best friend?"

Jack scowled, obviously peeved. "Hey, this is not my problem. I did NOT steal the Book."

"You're really not going to lose any sleep over this," Hamish leaned back to the pillar. "are you?"

Jack stretched. "Not a wink," he turned away.

"Because me I'd be tossing and turning, knowing I'm alive..." Hamish reached towards a dangling line of the hammock, and took hold of it. "cause I let my friend die!" he pulled, sending Jack crashing down.

"Argh!" Jack grunted, turning over, seeing Hamish moving back towards the door. "I'm not responsible for this mess!" he followed the young brunette. "And I didn't ask Jamie to put his neck on the line for me."

Hamish rolled his eyes, turning towards Jack, looking unamuse. "Look, clearly I can't appeal to your honor, snowflake."

"Excuse me?!"

"But I have other ways of convincing you," Hamish crossed his arms, smirking up at Jack, looking rather seductive in Jack's opinion.

Jack blinked. "Really?" he swallowed. "Uh... Just how do you expect to do that?"

"By speaking your language," Hamish closed in on the Captain, smirking still as he held out a diamond.

Jack raised a brow. He takes it, and gets a good look. He smirks at the ambassador. "Keep talkin'"

Hamish rolled his eyes. He takes Jack's free hand, pulled out a pouch and dumped the remaining precious stones into the said hand. Hamish crosses his arms, waiting.

Jack looked at the payment, impressed. "Yup, this'll do!"

Hamish looks smug, his chest puffing out.

"... but not for first class."Jack grinned mischievously.

Hamish widened his eyes at the implication.

~o~

Signs of Dawn is already starting to show itself in the skies, and the crew is busy with their work stations, when a door is kicked open, and they see their Captain waltzing out of it, carrying a struggling brunette.

"As you can see," Jack begins to impersonate a tour guide. "we're well equipped to accommodate the most discerning," he pretended to drop the brunette for a moment before swiftly catching him again, re-positioning him over his shoulder. "of royal tastes. We have excellent ocean views..." Hamish grabbed Jack in the face with one hand, still struggling. Annoyed, Jack gave a good spank on the ass.

"Hey!" Hamish yelped.

Jack rushed into the storage room slash forgery, and dumped the ambassador in there. At least with the change of clothes, Hamish didn't look too out of place. "...luxurious living quarters, with three gourmet meals a day," The Captain feigned an enthusiatic look. "Fish, eggs... And fish!" he turned and saw the Dragon come in. "Oh, hey, Toothless, there you are." Jack bent down to pet him, turning to see Hamish glaring at him. "I'd like to introduce you your new bunkmate,"

Hamish widened his eyes, not sure how he feels about being trapped inside here with a fire-breathing dragon.

"Actually, you're his new bunkmate. As it is actually Toothless's bunk."

Toothless pounced on the ambassador, licking him in the face enthusiastically. Hamish flinched, but he was relieved that it wasn't eating him yet. It was kinda cute...

"We do hope you have a pleasant stay aboard the North Wind, Sir Hiccup. Oh, and if he starts feeding you the fish he eats, it means he likes you."

Hamish-now-Hiccup looked indignant. "You did not just call me that."

"Call you what? Oh, you mean Hiccup, as in, a Berk term that means the-runt-of-a-litter hiccup? Hmm,"Jack looked thoughtful for a moment. "Uh, yeah, I think I did. Cause Obviously, it..." he feigns a hiccup. "...fits." he turned away.

Hiccup pushed Toothless off him. "If you think-!" he rushed towards the door till Jack locked him in.

~o~

Walking back on the Deck, Jack was eyeing the first diamond he from the brunette. "How did he even get on the ship?" he looked up, blinking, seeing all of the crew having gems of their own. They were speculating their prize but quickly hid it when they saw Jack looking at them. The Captain scowled. "Gentlemen, we have a new course." he walked passed them all. "we're going to the Dark Depths."

Tuffnut spat out his gem. "Huh? What happened to Southern Isles?"

"What? No fun?" Torch whined.

Gobber shook his head. "No beaches?" Tuffnut grunted.

Jack walked towards the main deck when ropes fell on him. He groaned, looking up. "Daggur..." he threw it down.

Daggur went down, hanging on his ropes like a swing. "Did you say the Dark Depths?" he grinned, a deranged glint to his eyes.

"That's right," Jack sighed, walking towards the main deck.

Daggur followed swinging by. "Will that be the same Dark Depths from which no sailor ever returns?" Jack ducked under as the crazy teen swang over him. "The Dark Depths of lost souls? Where they grind your bones and pickle your spleen, and..."

"No, Daggur." Jack narrowed his eyes at him. "this is the nice Dark Depths. With lots of beaches and drinks. You know, with little umbrellas?" he climbed the steps to get to the main deck.

Daggur made a look. "Wait..." he muttered. "what?"

Jack went to stand by Aster, who gave him a knowing smirk. "I'm only doing this for the money," Jack grunted.

"Right..." Aster snickered, keeping his hands on the wheel. "so how do we get there?"

Jack pointed to the only other star present aside from the sun. "That star's our point."

Aster turns steers accordingly, Torch and Sanderson pulls on some ropes to get the sails on a right angle for it to catch a breeze, the twins ties some loose knots securely, and the voyage begins.

A/N: Yeah, some special 'appearance' of other characters from different movies. And I know 'Lanodamune' for Land-of-the-Moon is pretty lame. Murder me.