ANOTHER GHOST SHIP

/CHAPTER 2/

"The Devils Triangle...the great whirlpool in the Northern Ocean; a prison of sorts that Haramast created when he banished the traitor Yarish and his minions, "The Fathom 5"..." Cierra explained when asked about 'The Triangle' to which she had referred.

She shot John a scathing look before continuing, "Though folly it was to venture into such...honor and quest lead us to its very edges and beyond...that we managed to escape..."

Both boys noted the haunted look in the woman's eyes as she trailed off, the captain quickly moved towards her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "we made it out, and the stronger for it...not all of it was for naught..."

She shuddered slightly in his grasp, her haunted eyes momentarily taking on a look of fear before shuttering behind a resolute look, and nodding back to the man, "aye we did..."

Dean scratched his head and looked at his brother for a translation, "basically, she said it was stupid to go to the whirlpool but they were bound by an oath or promise and it was extremely dangerous..." Sam explained.

"Do you not understand plain spoken common tongue or are you simple," Cierra snapped, as she came back to herself.

Sam couldn't help a chuckle at his brother's put upon look, as he addressed the Bard, "Dean is used to the courser tongue of the pubs and brothels..."

Dean pulled another 'what the hell' face on his brother, causing Sam to just shake his head as if to say 'just let it go'.

"Ah, a boy after me own heart..." John said with a chuckle, squeezing her shoulders, "Don't be lettin' her harsh tongue get the better of ya' boy...Bard's can't say anything plainly, lest it be stepped up in their fancy double speak..."

"Saved you ass on occasion, has it not," Cierra shot back, her tone harsh but yet with a hint of pleading, "Shall we see how well fares our crew the next battle, without my 'fancy double speak' to give you advantage over your opponents..." /bard spells give fighters bonuses or can turn enemies against one and other/

John just grinned, "You be singing our victory or you be healing our hurts..." he said, whirling her around to grab her around the waist and pull her into a rough hug. /besides being entertainers, bards have healing spells/

"Aye, love, do I not usually do both," she said with gentle sarcasm, patting his chest before pushing away from him.

Now it was the boy's turn to look on in confusion.

"Okay then, so tell me, Captain Ahab...just how did you get here...and from 'whence' did you come," Dean asked, shooting Sam a smug look.

"It's John, boy—and don't you be fer'getin' it..." the captain threatened.

Dean held up his hands in defense, "Whoa, hold up...don't want to offend the guy with the big sword..."

John nodded, while Sam asked hesitantly, "you don't seem surprised that this isn't your world?"

"Not the first time we be slippin' into another place..." John said matter of factly as he poured himself another drink, "can't say I was expectin' it out'a this quest, though..."

Looking thoughtful, Cierra postulated, "that could explain why Haramast quested us with finding the ship...why he couldn't find it himself; he couldn't sense it because it was no longer on our world...you'd think a god would be able to cross the outer plans..."

Dean choked on the smoother drink that Cierra had provided, exchanging a surprised look with his brother, "excuse me...did you just say god...?"

"Aye, Haramast...he be the god of the pirates..." John said, raising his mug absently before taking a huge drink.

"And you're on a quest for him," Sam asked slowly.

"I be owin' him a life boon," John said absently, seemingly unconcerned; while Cierra visibly paled.

/SUPERNATURAL/FREEPORT PIRATES/