Daisy's Baby // 1D AU

07.harry

I felt like an idiot in the presence of these two, obviously experienced pirates. My sword was in my right hand, and my left held the ribs on the opposite side of my body. It was pitch black outside the door as we ran down the pier, towards a set of stairs that would lead us underneath the pier, like the guy with the dark hair told us. He appeared to be the nicer one of the pair.

As we run, I find myself jogging next to the other one. His cheekbones catch moonlight, and my breath was taken away. I lost my focus, and bumped into him slightly. "Oops. My bad."

"Hi," He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and beginning his descent down the ladder. Without asking, Niall took my sword, so that I can still cup my side gently and descend safely. I'll complain about the pain later, either when I'm dead, or when we get out of this safely.

Niall fell behind me, and then the dark haired one. He appeared to have tattoos covering a majority of his body, even his hands. It's beautiful. I love tattoos. Niall's a little bitch who hates pain and will never get one, and being around me hasn't convinced him. Yet.

I keep getting off track from the fact that we are in mortal danger if we get caught. I mean, I've already been put through the wringer. And Niall could've ended up in as bad of a state as me with that shit he pulled with the officer, protecting me. He's a fucking idiot, that one. Never thinks things through.

The pier splits at the edge of water, and I skidded to a stop. Niall handed me my sword back. Without stopping, Cheekbones and Tattoos go to the left. "Where the fuck is our ship?" Niall moaned. "We don't have time for this.

I shook my head. "Let's go." We continued jogging, only a few steps. But then, I smiled and pointed as I saw Satan's Storm. I'd recognize that wood and paint job anywhere now, I feel like. Then, Niall stopped me in my tracks. Just past our ship, is maybe the entire Pappasori navy. Running at us, full charge.

"FUUUUUCK!" Niall just stood there. "Looks like we'll die after all. Sorry."

"We could swim. Just dive in the water and swim around to Satan's Storm."

"I mean." He stuttered for a moment, obviously completely shutting down. Panic set in - Niall's the calm one among us. But I guess not, when facing at least a hundred officers who are getting closer by the second.

"Come on!" I spin him around and we take off running. I'm running out of breath faster than I ever had, and I'm praying to whoever is out there - God, Davy Jones, Mary Magdalene - that I didn't pop a lung. I notice that our saviors are paused, looking back at us. They appear to be arguing, and Cheekbones raises his sword as we get closer, stopping us from getting too close. "You have to take us with you. Please."

"You see," Cheekbones said nastily. "We're on a time-sensitive quest, and we don't have any more time for detours. Going to Cannelloni and then this already fucked our chances."

"Please!" Niall screamed. He stuttered in reply, and then shut his mouth, setting his determined gaze on them. "We don't have anything to offer but our labor."