So, I had this story A Pirate’s life for me, an AU with my fave ship (pun not intended) Jily, and it was supposed to be a multi-chapter story, but I never got around to do it, and only had this. This is years old, and it is kind of a repost, but I have edited some, and I made a cover I just Love! I almost decided to try and work on the story again, just for the sake of using the cover :P But no.
A one shot story. Hope you enjoy! (And sorry for the mistakes, because I may have edited, but not that much. So my younger self will have to speak for her own on that one x’D
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Title: A Pirate’s life for me
Words: 1998 (5 pages)
Fandom: Harry Potter (A Jily fanfiction)
AU.
Summary: James potter and his crew is on the waves when they find a certain ship with a very interesting cargo onboard, that contains a certain red haired lady who they may or may not know.
It was a good day James mused when he sat his eyes on the sky, before letting it slide down onto the deck where his crew were working hard, and fast - not missing a beat. The ship was cutting through the waves in a speed that even David Jones couldn't complain about. James' hands laid steady on the rudder as he could feel the power of the waves beneath him; it always calmed him in some way. His eyes barely flicked when he saw his first mate coming up the stairs with a smile on his face.
"Going good, nothing to report that wouldn't bore you."
"I guess no news is good news." James grinned.
"Exactly."
Sirius Black, first mate - and not only the position on the ship. He was foremost James Potter's best friend for many years. Alongside the second mate who was also the navigator: Remus Lupin.
As if this was a call to said man, Remus came up the stairs with a small but contend smile on his face.
"We are making good speed Captain' by this we will reach the next port within the week." Remus said as he took place by James' right side - opposite to Sirius (who were on the left).
"The men will certainly appreciate that. Some fine woman company is what they need after this trip."
"You sure you're not talking about yourself, huh Sirius?"
"What? Don't tell me you're not getting wet dreams by now? Ha, is Remus still dry behind his ears?"
"I never said that."
"Sure you didn't, your whole face says it."
"It does not."
"Does too."
"No."
"Yes."
"Wanker!"
"That's what I'm hinting at, yes." Sirius said smug.
"Shut up."
"Guys, shut it." James interrupted when his lookout called for his attention. They abruptly stopped their bickering when they heard, and they directed their gaze on the watcher.
"What do you see Leo?" James yelled.
"A Ship Cap'n."
"What's her crest?"
"It's the royal King's crest, Cap'n." Beside James a short whistle escaped Sirius while Remus face took on a frown.
"They shouldn't be in these waters." James mused (saying what Remus had been thinking) as he let go of the wheel, and took his spyglass. As they were told, a ship in the horizon, small like an ant could be seen, and he could only just slightly glimpse the name, but no more did he need.
"Well, well, well, looks like Athena is out sailing." The brig before them was not heading towards them, but nonetheless it was still optional wherever they should attack or not.
"Athena? Hmm then it must be the King's right hand. Nobody but him gets to sail that ship," Remus said trying to see the ship. Sirius turned his glance to James and asked:
"What will you have us to do, Captain?" A smile was tugging at the edges of James lips, while observing Athena through the spyglass.
"I think it's time to say hello to our friends, it has been far too long since we last paid our respects." He heard a grin, and a snort from his friends, but no more needed said, and Sirius yelled out to the men.
"PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"
***
Lily Evans, a young lady, and at the moment very must stuck on a ship where she would rather jump from the railing then stay - if it wasn't for the fact that she very much wanted to live a little longer than just twenty years of course.
It was not because Lily didn't like to sail. She loved the sea; it's waves, and the salty taste on the wind - what she didn't like was the King's right hand. A man who at the moment had the custody of her, the King's niece. You would think that being the King's niece would mean safety and kind feelings, but all it had given her so far was bruises, and a very dark loathing feeling towards the whole royal family – except her father and mother.
But that didn't mean much at the moment. Oh, she knew the King was gloating at the moment with the prospect that he had her in his palm. Because that meant he had a hold of a weakness; his brother's weakness.
Lily wouldn't call herself a lady, not in any form or way. And most would agree with her. She had heard on more than one occasion how she was wild and unmannered, more a lass than a lady, and that was fine by her. Rather be a lass with an opinion and some nerve than a woman of the court who nodded, and was doing the men's bidding.
And while this was all good – or bad – Lily didn't really see what was coming towards them, not yet that was. For now, she had escaped from deck below, now eyeing some of the smaller boats that was escorting them. Gunner boats as they called them. A necessary being a royal vessel.
A brief wind, salty, wild in her dark red locks, and slightly cold on her fair skin but with a certain feel to it, that made her nor shiver or going inside for warmth, passed her by as a lost friend. It was a small peace, which was disturb very quickly by a glare sent her way. She did not see it but felt it rather.
Her neck felt almost sore just by the look. Warm and prickling. She didn't need to turn around to see who was very unsatisfied by her mere present on deck.
The King's right hand: Sir Rupert Scrivener – commander of the ship, and just down right vile. She didn't need him to tell her that she didn't belong here.
She knew.
A yell across the ship caught her attention. Another ship was getting closer towards them. Curious at the new vessel she leaned over the railing trying to get a closer look. It had gotten surprisingly close. She could just – but only so – see the name but not yet the flag.
The Marauding Luna.
It sounded familiar in some foreign place in her mind as her mouth chewed on the word. It was almost too familiar, but why so she couldn't place. She knew many ships, being the daughter of her kind of a father. Perhaps the name said it all, but it wasn't before a shout of dread that made her know why this ship made an unknown feeling plant in her chest, that she knew why.
"PIRATES! THEY ARE GETTING INTO OUR WIND!"
Pirates. Bloody Pirates, and yet, a smile was growing steadily and sure on her lips.
"Get the girl down below the deck, now!"
What?!
Before Lily could registry what was going on, a crewmember had already a hold on her arm and was taking her away. She looked over her shoulder, and saw the grim expression of Sir Rupert. He probably thought that it was all her doing that they now were going to defend against plundering pirates, and in a way, it probably was. She only smiled at him and got below deck, to be locked away in a small room without a window.
***
She was perhaps fairly lucky she thought, when no cannonball had hit her room, and probably doing an end to her life. But the fight was on, and still going by the sound of it. Yelling, clashes of swords, and the continuous blasts of gunshots sounded like a thunderous storm above her. She was not sure how long the fight had lasted so far, but by the sound of it, the end was near, and Lily knew whom she was placing her bets on.
She also knew that the longer she stayed here, the more she was going to go out of her mind. Being locked away was so not helping her nerves. The semi dark room made her skin feel clammy, making her dress cling against her body, that was really not comfortable.
Her silent prayer was heard, but she only found out half an hour later when her door was mashed in - but the faces of those who had found her was not of happiness or in any form of that manner.
It was shock.
They looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. There were three of them, but finally they all reached to the same conclusion, and took her on deck. Their hold on her were perhaps just a tad tighter than what she thought was necessary, but she didn't comment. She just had to talk to the pirate captain, and hopefully all her prayers would be heard, and answered too with as much manners that you could expect from a pirate.
But what meet her on deck was not what she had thought, and almost as soon as her prayers were blooming they withered. It was not the dead bodies, or the remain of the captured crew – she held little feelings for them, not that she wasn't perplexed by the bodies, but she knew life, and life was never fair. No, it was the fact that when she was nearing the pirate captain that she instant knew who it was.
Black raven coloured hair that was a mess, board shoulders, tall, and rank. The two men besides him didn't contradict this. Oh, they were shocked when they laid eyes on Lily. Light brown hair and light blue eyes, and black sleek hair, and grey eyes. Undoubtedly Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, the infamous trio - when you also counted their captain; James bloody Potter into the equation.
Their pirate captain.
This was a nightmare coming true.
James Potter turned around. His eyes widen when they laid on her, and it looked for a second he wanted to say something, but found himself stunned – but only for a short time of course.
"If it isn't Lily Evans."
"I'm surprised that you can even remember other names then your own with that ego of yours."
"You really should learn how to speak to people Evans."
"Then it's good I don't really count you as one."
"Oh, how you wound my heart like no other."
"I try."
"Anyway, you sure made it easy for us Rupert – you see Evans, your father has made a rather large bounty on your head – being the daughter of the Pirate King and all that." Said James, looking at Rupert then Lily while he spoke.
The shock on Sirius face had turned into a smug smile as he stepped towards Lily.
"And here we only came to pay our respects to Sir Rupert. Sorry to say it Love, but dresses really aren't your thing. " She raised a thin brow. "I know." She answered.
The green eyes of Lily Evans turned course and landed on Remus. A small smile played. His shocked expression had slowly turned gentle, and friendly, and perhaps just a little resigned.
"And here I thought that you were too clever to be with this lot, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised." Lily mused while watching Remus intently, who laughed lightly while shaking his head.
"And where would they be if I didn't stay with them?" He asked.
"Fair point." She nodded.
Perhaps it could have been worse she thought, standing between Sirius, and Remus. Both looking how James handled the situation, and just royally pissed Sir Rupert off to a certain point, before declaring it was time to leave. This time around, Lily felt safe and perhaps just a little happy when she stood on The Marauding Luna watching them leave Athena behind in its own devastating state. She was going home, she knew that, and she was with people she more or less could talk with – well James Potter was a whole other thing, but she could deal with that later.
"Happy to go home?" James was learning on the railing besides her, and for the first time in days Lily could sigh with relief.
"Much." A smug smile tucked at the edges of James Lips, but he said nothing more.
Take my hand, I'll take the lead
And every turn will be safe with me
Don't be afraid, afraid to fall
You know I'll catch you through it all
And you can't keep us apart (even a thousand miles, can't keep us apart)
'Cause my heart is wherever you are
It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you
It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do
And with every step together, we just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)
Can I have this dance
Oh no mountains too high enough, oceans too wide
'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop
Let it rain, let it pour
What we have is worth fighting for
You know I believe, that we were meant to be
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