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So I got asked some interesting questions about the story...and that somehow turned into these mimi-fills. I might do more if I continue to get questions that tickle my fancy.
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To Sakura's question: Has Harry/Ace ever actually tried to swim?
The way I see it, because Harry/Ace believes he cannot swim, he is unable to. If he tried maybe he could, however the thought of going into water to swim is such an alien concept to him.
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"It's a bit noisy today, isn't it," Luna said dreamily to her crew mate, staring out over the endless expanse of ocean around them.
"Yes it is," the young man agreed. "Though I suspect it will die down soon."
Gurgling screams and frantic splashing punctuated the statement.
The man looked down to where his captain flailed in the water. "Do you think he realizes that if he stops struggling he will just end up floating?"
Luna hummed thoughtfully. "That might be too simple for Mr. Fire to understand."
"Someone should really help him," the skipper admonished as he walked by, arms full of maps.
"I don't see you doing anything," the younger man grumbled. Never the less he reached for a life preserver. "Oi anchor, grab this!" He makes sure the rope is firmly attached to the ring, before he tosses it into the water below.
The blonde pouted. "Now you've gone and ruined my fun!"
"I don't think he appreciates your surprise swimming lessons." The skipper rolled his eyes. "Besides, you just want him out of the way so you can be made captain."
"Oh you're right!" she said in false surprise. "I am first mate after all!"
Wet coughing interrupted their conversation. "I hate you all," Harry deadpans between gasps. The third young man grunts as he strains to pull the captain back on board. Harry waves a hand in his direction. "Except you. You actually made an effort to save my life." He glares at his skipper and first mate. "You two are fired though."
The skipper sighs and turns back to his papers. Luna smiles innocently.
"Did you have a nice swim Mr. Fire?"
He glowers at her. "Water is meant to be sailed upon, not swum in!"
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In reply to Lyris's question: Is Fawkes really Marco?
Only Fawkes knows if he is Marco, and the only human he might have imparted the information to is currently trying to out race Jack Sparrow. (There was some messy business with a time turner...)
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The skipper sighs from his seated place against the mast. "Join the muggle navy after magic school, my mother said, it's a good career choice and you'll be near the ocean, she said." He sighed again. "Why didn't I listen to her?"
The pale blonde first mate of the ship drifted into his field of vision. In her hands was a piece of faded parchment which seemed to be causing her some trouble.
"What have you got there, Miss Luna?" he called.
She looked up, as she always did, as though she were surprised at being addressed. "Oh, hello Mr. Skipper." She looks back at the paper. "It seems to be a letter addressed to a 'Marco the Phoenix'."
The man frowned. "You mean like the captain's pet?"
"Yes, however I believe the writer seems to be under the impression that Marco is a human."
"Oh?"
Luna nodded. "I cant think of any other reason why she would be 'thanking him for the wonderful evening in Singapore' and 'awaiting his return trips expectantly'. There are some lipstick smudges on the envelope as well."
The skipper's brow furrowed. "That does sound like a miss post. The owls are known to get similar names mixed up. You should return it to the sender."
The woman shrugged. "I was going to ask Mr. Fire what I should do, but..." She trailed off. "He seems a bit occupied with our new friends."
The skipper follows her gaze to the ship anchored beside them, sighing for the third time in as many minutes.
After the 'incident' that had transported the ship to its current location, Harry had spotted a ship in the distance with black sails. The young captain had gleefully mumbled something about adventure and a near death experience, before bellowing at the crew to give chase.
What followed was a neck and neck race across the Caribbean Sea, neither ship's captain willing to slow down for even a moment. If not for that freak storm tossing both ships into a sand bar, the skipper believed that they would still be at it.
Initially there had been some tension between the crews (weapons were drawn, cannons readied), but Harry, in that special way he had, managed to diffuse the situation.
"We got rum!" he called to the other ship.
"What a coincidence," a man with dark eyes and dreadlocks drawled from the opposite deck. "We appear to have rum as well."
"We should drink it."
The other captain stroked his bead thoughtfully. "I think you might have a good point mate."
Harry grinned at his crew. "Well you heard the man."
Now the two captains were locked in a heated battle of endurance and cunning. Around them the sandy space between the two ships was littered with empty bottles and barrels.
"You hold your drink well mate," the tri-corned hatted captain slurred, "but no one can beat Captain Jack Sparrow when it comes to liquor!"
The younger man laughed, his own head topped with an orange cowboy hat. "Yet I still seem to be ahead of you by one bottle."
The skipper was always amazed at how his captain could fall asleep in the middle of any activity (even eating) but somehow managed to stay awake through several gallons of alcohol.
He squashed the iota of pride he felt at his captain being in the lead under the iron boot of common sense.
Holding back the fourth sigh, he turned back to the first mate. "Next time we are hired to transport a crate of time turners, we should inform the crew that if they all are accidentally smashed in 'a freak accident through no fault of their own', the sand should not bee discreetly swept into the ocean around the ship."
The woman pouted. "But that's not half as fun."
A headache beat his temples like a drum line. He threw his hands up into the air, surrendering all hope of sanity. "Should have joined the navy or even the marines! A cruise ship would have been better than this!"
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