Naia fluttered over to the female pirate. "I don't think you'll have anything in my size." She chimed.
Anne smiled, "So... You really don't know how ya got here?"
Naia shook her head. "We really need to find our friend. You sure you can't turn the boat around?"
"I wouldn't mind, but I'm only bosun. It's like asking a soldier to get the army to march t'other way. I can't do nothing about it." She smiled apologetically.
Hermione followed the boys down. The male pirate waddled around, looking a bit lost. He stopped several people and moved on very quickly.
"So you've got a plan, right?" Harry whispered to Link as they walked through the dimly lit bowls of the ship.
More pirates gathered in the doorways to bunk rooms, all staring at the newcomers and making Link feel a little uncomfortable.
He dwelled in his thoughts for a few moments, trying to think of the most appropriate and least alarming way to say it. Finally, he winced as he said lightly, "Well-"
"I could have convinced them!"
"Really?" Link's eyebrows arched and a little disbelieving smile sat on his face, "Well then. I'll just sit back and watch as you're thrown off board."
When Harry remained silent, Link looked down at him through the far corners of his eyes, "Look, we'll get Ron out alive, I promise you. Let's just play a different game for a while - we stand more chance living that way."
"Sure." Harry said quietly.
Link's brow furrowed and he bit his lip, looking down at his feet and wringing his hands together, "Harry." He said firmly. Harry looked up at him.
"I..." Link smiled sympathetically then continued, "I owe you an apology. I've been harsh lately and I've been shouting a hell of a lot more than a guy like me would be expected to. So... So I'm sorry. But... Harry, you've got to start trusting me more. I'm going to get us back to Ron and I'm going to make sure that you lot and Hyrule are safe. Because that's what I do. And I don't think it's about time to resign just yet, eh?" He slapped Harry lightly on the shoulder and smiled properly this time.
Harry couldn't help but to smile back, "Well I'm not letting you take all the credit for yourself, I'm sure of that one."
Link let go of Harry and relaxed his shoulders, "Thanks."
"MISS!" Anne yelled abruptly at Hermione. "I've got summin'll suit you better" She smiled and Hermione looked around and nodded,
"Of..of course."
Anne strode down the stairs into her cabin, but on the way, she bumped into the boys. "Look alive! You go down there, sailor! An' screw yer head on whilst yer about it!" She scoffed as she walked into her own cabin and pulled some smaller clothes out a chest.
The boys came to a little room with a chest and a rusty mirror pushed up against the wooden wall. The mirror was propped up at such an angle which must have made the placer quite satisfied when they managed to balance it that way. Sat next to it was the large chest, looking a little gnarled and the metal structure splattered with brown splodges.
"So the clothes are in the chest, right?" Link queried.
No answer came and when he looked around, the guide was gone and the door was shut, "Hm. Stealthy crew then."
Harry walked across to the chest and used his thumbs to pry it open, pushing the lid up against the wall.
Link joined him when he heard a snigger.
"Take your pick." Harry joked, presenting the scruffy ball of clothes to the latter.
"Yeah." Link snorted. He dug his hand in and shook out a dusty blue shirt, wrinkled up his nose, showed it to Harry who did the same, then tossed it aside.
This went on for quite some time and the chest seemed to be much bigger on the inside than it seemed from the outside.
Link grabbed onto another shirt and dragged it out, frowning at it in confusion as he felt something shaped underneath the material.
He pulled it out. It was a metal tube like thing with a curved wooden handle on the end. Along the metal were engravings and on top of the small piece of equipment was a tiny lever. Curious about what this strange object might be, he pulled the lever and heard a little click.
His tongue made its way between his teeth as he concentrated on exploring the object fully, tracing the thin metal lines around the handle with his index finger and coming to another tiny lever on the crevice between the metal casing and the handle.
Quickly grasping the idea of how to hold the thing, he wrapped his hand around the handle and put his index, nope that didn't feel quite right - now middle finger on the bottom lever.
"Hey, Harry, what's this thing?" He asked, intrigued.
Harry looked back at Link for a fleeting moment and said disregardingly, "Oh, that's a gun." He dropped the trousers he was holding and his eyes grew wide, "LINK, DON'T TOUCH ANYTH-"
BANG!
And a small circle of sunlight danced onto Harry's scar from the hole left in the wooden ceiling.
There was a long silence between them as they took turns looking at the hole, then at each other, then back again.
Once they made eye contact, they both lost it and started to bellow out laughter, leaning into the floor with their eyes scrunched up and chuckling loudly to themselves.
"No, but seriously put that down now." Harry gasped, face red as he took the gun and put it back in the chest.
"But look at it! It's FASCINATING!" Link went to grab it again, but Harry slapped his hand away.
"Only messing with you, lad, honestly!" Link chuckled again.