Wizards of the Caribbean
Child of the new Dawn
Disclaimer: don't own either Harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean
New Beginning
A lone man stood, soaking wet clothes drying quickly in the hot Caribbean air, staring out at the blue waters turned pink and orange from the sunset, as a ship with black sails sailed off into the distance. The expression on his face was a mix between anger, angst, and desire for revenge.
The man swept his black hair, which was held back with braids and a red bandana, out of his eyes. In his right hand he held a pistol with one shot, a sword, and his hat. He turned abruptly from the scene and wandered aimlessly toward the end of the island, wondering how he was going to get off this god-forsaken spit of land. But he smiled to himself as he swept his hat back on his head, Captain Jack Sparrow could always find a way out of trouble.
'Thud' Jack paused and struck his foot against the sandy beach again. 'thud' He fell to his knees and shoved his hands into the cooling sand. Grasping the metal handle he found, Jack tugged open a secret compartment.
Jack smiled to himself, food, water, and most importantly rum.
Grabbing a bottle Captain Jack Sparrow leaned back against a palm tree and drank his problems away.
Many, many years later at the same time
Harry Potter sifted his emerald green eyes to the ceiling once again. The headmaster had sent for him about an hour ago and had yet to show up.
With a sigh, Harry stood and walked over to Fawkes stroking his plumage gently. Only then did Harry notice a gleam on the headmaster's desk.
Curious person that he was, Harry walked over and picked the item up. It was a small pendant with gold surrounding a dark green stone making the form of a sun. He stroked the smooth stone with his thumb and the stone began to glow.
With a gasp Harry tried to let go, but found himself being hurtled forward, dropping the pendant as he did.
Back to the Captain
The scorching hot sun beating down on Jack's face, woke him the next morning. Jack got up and stretched ambling over to the storage of rum and opening a fresh bottle.
He brought it to his lips and took a swallow....... Which he promptly spit out in shock as a kid no older than fifteen dropped out of thin air.
The kid watched him as he started to choke on the rum, and after much sputtering he managed to say something audible, "What-?
The kid shrugged and stood brushing off sand from his....... black robes? "I dunno how I got here. One minute I was at my school, next I'm here. Where is here anyway? My name's Harry Potter."
Definitely British this one. "Welcome to the Caribbean Mr. Potter. The name is CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. And may I inquire to your errr interesting outfit?"
Potter looked down at his robes, "School uniform. I'm a wizard."
Jack fell to the ground laughing hysterically, "Right, and I'm the King of England. I'm not that drunk lad." He took another swing of his rum.
Potter pulled a stick out of his robes and waved it toward the bottle of rum in Jack's hand. The bottle floated out of his hand and hung in mid air between them.
Jack ran his hand under and around the bottle, "A wizard eh? That's interesting." An idea began to form in Jack's mind, "That's very interesting."
A/N comments? Please review!!
Disclaimer: don't own either Harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean
New Beginning
A lone man stood, soaking wet clothes drying quickly in the hot Caribbean air, staring out at the blue waters turned pink and orange from the sunset, as a ship with black sails sailed off into the distance. The expression on his face was a mix between anger, angst, and desire for revenge.
The man swept his black hair, which was held back with braids and a red bandana, out of his eyes. In his right hand he held a pistol with one shot, a sword, and his hat. He turned abruptly from the scene and wandered aimlessly toward the end of the island, wondering how he was going to get off this god-forsaken spit of land. But he smiled to himself as he swept his hat back on his head, Captain Jack Sparrow could always find a way out of trouble.
'Thud' Jack paused and struck his foot against the sandy beach again. 'thud' He fell to his knees and shoved his hands into the cooling sand. Grasping the metal handle he found, Jack tugged open a secret compartment.
Jack smiled to himself, food, water, and most importantly rum.
Grabbing a bottle Captain Jack Sparrow leaned back against a palm tree and drank his problems away.
Many, many years later at the same time
Harry Potter sifted his emerald green eyes to the ceiling once again. The headmaster had sent for him about an hour ago and had yet to show up.
With a sigh, Harry stood and walked over to Fawkes stroking his plumage gently. Only then did Harry notice a gleam on the headmaster's desk.
Curious person that he was, Harry walked over and picked the item up. It was a small pendant with gold surrounding a dark green stone making the form of a sun. He stroked the smooth stone with his thumb and the stone began to glow.
With a gasp Harry tried to let go, but found himself being hurtled forward, dropping the pendant as he did.
Back to the Captain
The scorching hot sun beating down on Jack's face, woke him the next morning. Jack got up and stretched ambling over to the storage of rum and opening a fresh bottle.
He brought it to his lips and took a swallow....... Which he promptly spit out in shock as a kid no older than fifteen dropped out of thin air.
The kid watched him as he started to choke on the rum, and after much sputtering he managed to say something audible, "What-?
The kid shrugged and stood brushing off sand from his....... black robes? "I dunno how I got here. One minute I was at my school, next I'm here. Where is here anyway? My name's Harry Potter."
Definitely British this one. "Welcome to the Caribbean Mr. Potter. The name is CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. And may I inquire to your errr interesting outfit?"
Potter looked down at his robes, "School uniform. I'm a wizard."
Jack fell to the ground laughing hysterically, "Right, and I'm the King of England. I'm not that drunk lad." He took another swing of his rum.
Potter pulled a stick out of his robes and waved it toward the bottle of rum in Jack's hand. The bottle floated out of his hand and hung in mid air between them.
Jack ran his hand under and around the bottle, "A wizard eh? That's interesting." An idea began to form in Jack's mind, "That's very interesting."
A/N comments? Please review!!