A twist in their tales (being rewritten)

"Chapter 7; the princess and the pirates"

Trigger warning; minor mentions of self harm here (brusing and scratching to be precise, so read at your own discretion) and inappropriate flirting.

Harry stalked through the woods on his own-- sword on his hip, big slung over his shoulder-- trying desperately to rid himself of his ever growing guilt. But it wasn't working. He just couldn't stop feeling guilty about leaving his dad, even if it was ONLY temporary.

Even if he planned on returning as soon as he possibly could, because his dad didn't know for sure that he was coming back. Didn't know for sure that he was telling the truth in his note. He had no reason to, after all-- no one else had ever come back to him before and his other kids were missing.

It didn't help that Harry was probably the weakest of his siblings-- constantly sick both mentally and physically. Or that he was alone. There was no avoiding the shit show that was to come-- no way to stop his dad from losing his mind looking for him. And that made Harry sick to his stomach.

He couldn't help but feel as if he was betraying his father, even though he wasn't. Even though he was just trying to fix their family and make his dad happy. That knowledge didn't make Harry feel any better-- not at all. He could only hope that his father would forgive him when he came back---

Eehhh Crack.

Harry jumped and whirled around as he heard the sound of a tree branch bending, heart racing. Nothing was there but that didn't calm Harry down at all. He knew that whoever or whatever had made that sound could be anywhere nearby-- watching and waiting for him to let his defenses down.

And he wasn't about to be taken out for something as stupid as not paying attention. Not when he had only been on his own for 2 days. He had come too far for that. Come too far to be taken back to the Jolly by his father or his father's crewmates. He had to be smart about this -- smart and conscious. He could not help break his father's heart. He didn't deserve that.

Harry's eyes scanned the forest around and he strained his ears-- trying to make out where exactly the sound had come from. And what it had come from. But he saw and heard nothing still, which meant that he had to search for the source of the sound so he could either eliminate it or escape it. 'Just Great' the teen thought sarcastically, shoving down his growing fear and nerves as he edged on forward-- hand on the hilt of his sword. He was scared but knew that he had to be brave or he wouldn't survive his journey.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a few minutes, Harry stumbled upon the source of the noise-- causing his jaw to drop at what he was seeing. There, trapped in a snare in a tree was the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen. He was tall and buff with well-toned skin, big blue curious eyes, and long, golden blonde hair that went down to his shoulders.

And he had an adorable smile that he really shouldn't have been wearing at that moment in time-- Harry silently wondered where these thoughts were coming from but decided to unpack that can of worms later. But that isn't what caused his jaw to drop-- no, the bruises were the cause of that. And there were alot of them. But the boy didn't seem too bothered by his circumstances because as soon as he noticed Harry, he smiled and waved like a small child would. "Hi! How's ya day going?"

"Uh, it's going fine" The pirate replied dumbfounded at the circumstances he found himself in. Why was it always him? "How's yours going?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt like smacking himself for his stupidity because the answer was obvious. Stupid. stupid. stupid.

Luckily for him, the boy didn't seem too offended by his comment and he didn't make fun of him for it either. He just smiled and shrugged-- or that's at least what Harry thought he was trying to do. It was hard to tell when the boy was hanging upside down. "Eh, could be better. Mind giving me a hand-- if it's not too much trouble I mean?"