Another Ghost Ship
/Chapter 3/
"A life boon," Dean questioned slowly, shooting his brother a look.
"Aye, Haramast be doin' me a favor and I be a doin' him one in return," John said casually.
"You don't seem to be all that worked up about owing a 'god' a favor," Dean commented cautiously.
"My rum flows...the wind fills me sails and treasures be bursting in me holds..." John said, "and adventures come aplenty to me and my crews; what more could a man be a wantin' from his god?"
Sam noted that the bard did not seem to share in the captain's high estimate of this pirate god, Haramast.
Further discussion was cut short by a commotion on deck and a loud call for the captain.
John quirked his head took another shot from the rum bottle and pulled both his pistols before making for the door, "you best be stayin' here whilst I sort out this commotion..."
Cierra just nodded, while the brother's exchanged looks. The bard moved to stand at the open door to the cabin, the boys standing behind her as John stepped out on deck demanding a report to explain the sudden rabble on deck.
"John, you guys alright," a voice called out over the commotion on deck.
The trio at the cabin door watched as the crew parted to reveal a small knit group made up of three men and a woman, standing in the middle of the deck.
"Aye Monty, we be fine...bout time you be a showin up to the party..." John said with enthusiasm, adding with some confidence, "I think this be the right place finally...since we didn't be a phasin' back out so sudden like, like before."
"We suspected as much when you didn't phase back to the prime material after a few hours..." a small man to Monty's right commented.
The brother's just exchanged confused looks, as Dean mouthed, 'phased in and out'; while Sam mouthed, 'prime material' ?...
"A few hours," Cierra exclaimed mildly, stepping out to the loose knit crowd, "we've been gone hours?"
"How long has it been for you," the small man asked.
"Hasn't been more than an hour for us," she replied.
"I suppose it's too much to ask that you found the ship," Monty asked with some sarcasm.
"Aye, when does the ol' sea dog make anything easy...?" John barked out with a hoarse laugh.
"So what do you know," the man on the other side of Monty asked.
"Very little...but we hadn't got much farther than John trying to poison those two with his rut gut," Cierra commented cheekily.
"Those two," Monty questioned, exchanging looks with the other members of his group.
"Aye, we came across some lads that might be able to help us..." John explained.
"In the middle of the ocean..." one of the men asked skeptically.
"He means he ran their vessel to splinter..." Cierra commented.
"Yeah," Dean grumbled, "still don't know how someone could run over a little boat when they had the whole freakin' ocean..."
All eyes on deck turned towards the strangers in the doorway to the captain's cabin, causing both brothers to shuffle uncomfortably under the scrutiny.
Sam finally gave a little wave, "Uh, hi...?"
Unconcerned about their apparent discomfiture at being the center of attention, John beckoned them over, "these be brothers...this big one be Sam and the little, snarky one be Dean..."
"Hey..." Dean started to protest before an elbow to his ribs cut off his angry retort.
"Let me be makin' some proper introductions here," John said, pointing to Monty, he said, "this here be Captain Montero of the Sea Ghost; and this one be Devlin, Captain of the Knife and that one be Lucius and the lady be a priestess to the pirate god himself, Carlotta..."
The boys quickly took in the new strangers: Captain Montero was tall and thin, his short, brown hair covered by his three corner hat and though clean shaven he sported the same sun ravaged skin as John...his dress was more akin to what a British ship captain of the 1800's may have worn than to that of a pirate: though, just as their host, he sported a plethora of weapons upon his person.
The one introduced as Devlin was shorter than either of the women, with short cropped, black hair and a darker, swarthier, complexion than the others in the group. His dress was nothing more than simple breeches and tunic, calf high brown boots and weapons also adorned his person, although, the boys noted they were fewer in number.
Lucius was closer to Dean's height, though pale and skinny; looking as though a good stiff breeze would snatch him right off the deck. He too sported a lot of weapons, and both boys couldn't help but note the haunted look in the man's dark, piercing eyes.
The last in the party was the woman, and it wasn't a far stretch to know she was just as hardened as her male counterparts. Her jet black hair was short and messy, standing in haphazard spikes over her head. Her eyes were dark and brooding and she was dressed in similar "pirate" fashion as John; and sported as many, if not more, weapons than any of the men.
"So, you found you some strays already..." Monty said as he looked the brother's up and down, adding, "...can't say they look much as crew goes but then again you will take aboard anything to catches your fancy."
Looking at his brother, Dean commented, "I'm not sure but I think we've just been insulted."
Sam nodded in agreement.
With the introductions out of the way, John seemed to become aware of his crew just standing around and barked out, "what's with this lolly gaggin' around...get them sails to the wind, we need to be movin' to deeper waters and away from the shore line before daybreak..."
The crew scurried to do their captains bidding and Sam and Dean were momentarily captivated by the apparent organized chaos that reigned for several minutes after the captain gave his orders.
"We won't be a doing much searchin' tonight until I be making head or tails of this new place...what I be needin' is some maps o' this place," John informed his comrades.
"So, we wait til morning and go to shore..." Monty started, only to be interrupted by Dean.
"Not like that you won't...it ain't Halloween dude," the hunter said as he waved an arm in their general direction, "you'd be locked up in a heartbeat..."
Crossing his arms and giving Dean a sharp look, John asked, "and just what might you be suggesting we do then..."
"Look, Sammy and I, we can uh...blend in, you know; we can go ashore for you in the morning and get you whatever you need," Dean explained.
"Really," Monty said with a disbelieving frown.
"We need the maps," Lucius said, adding, "I'm sure one of us can blend in enough in this world to accompany our new 'friends' on this little quest."
The party looked at one and other with raised eyebrows before all eyes, except Carlotta's, fell on Cierra.
Cierra rolled her eyes, as John grinned at her, his voice full of boast, "She be the bard, she can blend in anywhere and get anyone to bend to her charms...and I'm thinking these two pups wouldn't task her overmuch..."
The hunters exchanged curious looks: out of all these "pirate's" in this mismatched crew, Cierra seemed the least 'dangerous'—she certainly sported the fewest weapons next to Devlin: and the brother's had to wonder at her said "charms" that the crew trusted her safety off alone with strangers.
"So, it's agreed; and Devlin can teleport Cierra and these two pups into port tomorrow..." Monty started to say only to be interrupted by Dean.
"Whoa, whoa...just hold up a minute. Did you just say teleport...as in poof you're here then you're gone kinda teleport," Dean exclaimed with a shake of his head, "Hell no...No one's poofing me an' my brother anywhere—got that!"
"It's a simple spell; Devlin is quite adept at his art..." Lucius said.
"His art," Sam questioned.
"He be a magic user...damn useful that in a battle..." John said. "Then fireballs are a sight to behold when he be settin' the sails...
"...or a mast..." commented Monty
"...or a monster..." said Lucius.
"...on fire..." John finished.
Holding up his hands in defense, Dean ground out, "you want our help, you get us to shore the old fashion way...I ain't poofing..."
"...teleporting..." Devlin interrupted archly.
"Whatever...teleporting...anywhere—got that," Dean finished.
The group on deck eyed the brother's a moment more before Monty said, "Fine, we will have you rowed into shore come sun up...and be aware...we will be watchin' you, so no funny stuff...if you're not back before sundown, your life is forfeit..."
Dean and Sam exchanged looks, before both nodded.
"Aye, then we best be finding a place to lay anchor tonight," John said.
The ship, being of small make, barely housed the crew that sailed and called it home, so the newcomers had to make do with what space they could claim on deck.
"We be seein' you at sun up," John called out before retiring to his cabin.
In the masking darkness, the hunters attempted to get comfortable, Dean finally asking quietly, "What do you think he meant by watching us..."
"They said that Devlin guy is a magic user...if he can teleport and throw fireballs I imagine he has ways of seeing over distances too," Sam postulated.
"Well, isn't that just damn creepy," Dean grumbled, as he tossed some more in his attempt to get comfortable on the hard deck.
Sam just shook his head and gave an amused snort, "Night Dean."
"Night Sammy," his brother replied.
And despite the brothers best efforts to stay awake the gently rocking and creaking of the ship soon lulled them to slumber...
/././Supernatural/././
a/n: so, I'm thinking to add Bobby to the next chapter...