Prologue.
Harry woke up, sweating. The same dream, over and over. He got up, leaving his glasses on the counter. Thanks to Hermione, he now had 20-20 vision.
He opened his trunk.
He would go the painting that had been haunting him. He knew what it looked like, why he was dreaming of and where it was. He was a descendent of Captain Jack Sparrow, infamous pirate, and he had to go to him.
He pulled on a pair of cargo pants, noting that they were about two inches two short. He knew what he had to do; he knew he wouldn't be coming back. He put on a blue t-shirt, and slipped on Sirius's old worn leather jacket. He pulled thin socks over his feet and put on his brown dragon hide boots. He pulled his shoulder length black hair in to low ponytail.
He quietly emptied his trunk and came to a long wooden case. He had gotten the case from his newly found Sparrow vault at gringotts. In it was two 2ft swords, four 15 centimeter daggers, and two black leather belts with sheaths. He weaved the belt in and sheathed his sword, and put two daggers in his boots.
He and his companion had been training with daggers, swords, and fists's in the room of requirement, and were both pretty good. He put everything back into his trunk and closed the lid. He carried to sword and the daggers with him. They knives were basically identical, and the only thing different was that color of the leather that wrapped around the handle. Harry's was blue, and his companions were green. Finally, he reached the painting. He set the knives on the ground and leaned against the wall. He heard his companion pick up the knives and sheath them. He looked up at her.
"Ready?" He asked. She nodded. They walked towards the painting. They both reached out a hand to touch it when…
"My hat!" Harry exclaimed. "Accio hat!" an old leather hat came flaying down the hall. He put it on his head and touched the painting. It felt rather like a portkey, but they were stuck in it for about five minutes. When they landed, it was on a beach. Harry finally got a good look at his companion. She was dressed rather like him, with out the hat. Her jacket was brown.
"When and where are we, Ginny?"