Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean

Chap. Two: Out on the High Seas

This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful Dahsia. For there wouldn't have been a lot of description in these first two chapters without her help. Haha, grammar is another tale. To my wonderful Beta.

Harry spent the rest of the night trying to spark Sirius's mind. It came to no avail, but Harry learned he remembered some strange words that, at that point, had no significance to him. He decided that he should bring them up to Sirius anyway, perhaps he would remember.

"Do you remember anything about the word 'Moony' or –" Harry started, but his voice was hindered when a memory of Sirius and Remus cuddling on the couch came back to him. Harry blushed slightly.

"Sorry, Harry. I don't remember any of this. No 'Moony'. No 'Remus'. I don't even remember being made your 'Godfather'. Who were your parents again?"

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but no answer came to him. He couldn't even remember his own parents' names.

"Ah, don't remember? That's perfectly fine. I don't either. But, for us both to be like this, we must be connected. I feel empty not remembering anything. I hope you can help me spark everything back," Sirius said softly.

"Do you not remember a thing, Sirius?" Harry said softly. He knew he had asked this many times before, but there was a chance that something had sparked when just talking.

"No.. Wait.. I remember the word 'mirror' for some reason. It doesn't make sense for me to remember such a word, but it's there in my mind."

Harry scoured his brain. Did he remember something about a mirror as well? Was there, in some hidden crevice, information about a mirror that would inspire them both to come back to their senses? Sadly, nothing important about a mirror arose.

"No.. I don't think it's really important. What made us forget everything? Was it going through the veil? Is that what it was made for? Taking away a person's past and sending them else where? If so, why do they say a person dies when they go through?"

"Perhaps they don't mean actual death, Harry. There are things worse than death. It seems to me that this veil takes away who you are and makes you start over. Maybe it's metaphorical death. Maybe we weren't supposed to remember anything after falling through. It certainly worked for me. I don't remember a bloody thing. Unless of course 'mirror' is something important."

Harry didn't answer. He liked the idea of having his mind wiped much more than dying. However, remembering who he was made him want to know everything about his life before he fell through the veil. Sirius had seemed content not to remember anything and was going about rebuilding his life as pirate Black.

"Sirius.. Do you think we could find any other Wizards? Do you think any wizarding villages exist?"

"Not sure. We, however, are nowhere near Britain at the moment. In fact, I don't have any idea where the hell we are. All I know is that it's called 'Tortuga'. You would think a wizard would have a quick way to move from one place to another."

"We fly brooms and you can Apparate. It's illegal for me to do it, and I don't know how. But, if I tried, their trackers would certainly get me on their radars."

"Their trackers? Who are 'they' exactly, Harry? And, what is Apparating?" Sirius said, looking rather confused. Harry felt he probably looked the same way he did when he found out about the Wizard's world.

"I'm not sure.. I remember being in trouble a lot for using magic, and being reprimanded. That must mean that someone regulates magic being used, even now. Apparating. That's how wizards move instantaneously from one place to another.. But, I don't know how it's done, so I guess that's out." Harry felt let done by his own memories. He wished so desperately that he knew more than he did. He wished he knew exactly what he was missing.

Harry realized, as he spoke with Sirius, how much he actually didn't know. He didn't remember his parents' names, he didn't remember what school he went too, he didn't even remember what was going on before he fell through the veil.

"We'll be sailing off tomorrow, loves," Jack said as he sauntered into the room. "We're going to Port Royal to pick up a one of the crew that needed to severe some loose ends. Might run into some trouble, so be ready."

Sirius nodded with a grin, "Trouble's my middle name. I don't mind getting my hands a bit dirty."

Jack gave a laugh and slapped him on the back, "Good man! Let's celebrate with rum." He gave a slight hiccup and turned to leave. "Don't know how much more I should have, but you two will drink plenty."

Harry's eyes widened slightly. Was he being offered alcohol? Well, when in Rome..

Bright and early the next morning, the young wizard followed Jack to main deck. He watched the man pull out a spyglass and look out at the ocean. He was there for a moment before Jack turned to speak with him.

"Mornin' Lad. Sleep well?"

Harry merely shrugged his shoulders. It had been an uneasy sleep with weird dreams. He wasn't even sure what all he saw. Just a bunch of jumbled images running briskly through his mind.

"Glad to know that you two weren't together. I'd hate to take a young man's lover away from him." Jack said with a shrug before putting the spy glass back up.

"What?"

"Well, the way I see if someone's free then it's up to me to take away that freedom for a night or so and then throw him back out to stud."

"...What?"

"You're dense, love. I'm going to borrow your little 'partner' for a bit." Jack said with a grin before reaching for a bottle sitting on the railing. He lifted bottle up and took a swig out of it.

"What? You can't go after Sirius! He's got someone already!" Harry said, his fluster reaching a deeper and deeper pink by the minute.

"Oh, really? Well, let's see if he'll want that other man once he's had a taste of Captain Jack Sparrow. We'll see tonight, won't we? Besides, I've been a bit ruttish for a while and I need a lil' somethin' somethin' before Will gets back. I don't think I could say it any clearly than that. Besides, he doesn't even remember this other chap you're talking about."

Harry felt a growl in his throat. Sirius would be cheating on Remus if he did that. He needed to keep the black-haired man away from temptation while they were here, if he could help it. He didn't want his Godfather in hot water when they returned. He didn't want Sirius going something he would regret when he got his memories back.

Harry and Sirius met the rest of the crew as the men came back aboard the ship. They all had the same looks about them. Dirty pirates with dental problems. The only one that didn't quite fit in the crowd was Jack. He was dirty and not the poster child of a clean mouth either, but there was something about him that drew the young sorcerer to him. He had some kind of magnetism that attracted him to the pirate.

They set sail before noon the next day. Harry stood towards the back, not knowing what to do. He was getting many glares from the working men around him. He was sure he was going to be put to work before the day was over. They were going to teach him the ropes, literally. He was going to learn how to tie down the mast. He was going to be on the ship for a month, he was going to have to pull his weight.

"How are you liking your ocean adventure so far, Harry?" Jack said with a manly smile as he patted the boy on the head.

"How long until we get to Port Royal?" Harry said, ignoring the question.

"A few days, I would say. Hope the rum lasts," the captain said aloud, more as a personal want than answering Harry question.

"Port Royal isn't like Tortuga, is it?" Harry asked with genuine curiosity. He didn't know if he wanted to go to another place like that so soon. Harry obviously didn't know how to handle himself and he only had Sirius to depend on, and he was not too sure how well Sirius handled himself either.

"Not in the least, sadly. It's run by the English. It was once a wonderful wicked place, but they've made it gaudy with their 'old' money. There is a nice pirate underground, however. Do what you will when you get there. However, a pirate much watch his back there," The captain said with a shrug.

Harry watched in amazement as he saw the crew get serious and get to work. He watched intently the preparations that they made to get the ship ready for the sea.

After they were safely out to sea, the men began to celebrate by drinking heavily. It didn't seem like a cause for celebration, more like a reason to get drunk.

Sirius, of course, joined in the festivities. Harry had never seen the man drink so heavily. He was gallivanting with the other men, dancing to the fife that one was playing. Harry watched as the man downed another drink and saw him stroll over to a few men and listen to a few dirty jokes.

He almost wanted to join in on the drinking and fun as well, but wasn't quite sure if it was a good idea. He didn't remember if he ever drank, but he had a feeling it was not a good idea.

"What? Are you worried about a little drink?" Jack said, slightly slurred as he forced the bottle in his face. The pirate had taken notice in Harry's unwillingness to join the rest of them in their festivities.

Harry glared and pushed it aside, "No, I'm worried that you'll take advantage of my Godfather once he's drunk." The brunette suddenly wanted to be away from him, feeling an instant dislike for the captain.

"Would you rather me take advantage of you, poppet?" Jack said as he roughly pulled Harry up by his collar. He pressed the boy against the door to the Captain's quarters.

The brunette was dangerously close the Captain's face. He blushed slightly as he felt the tip of their noses touch. He could smell the thick scent of alcohol on his breath and felt the brushing of his lips against his cheek as he spoke. Harry took a deep breath and pulled away. His cheeks felt red-hot.

"I'm not hearing a 'no,'" Jack said as he sauntered back up to the boy.

"Stay away from me. I don't want you to mess around with my Godfather or molest me. Can't you just wait for your friend to get back on board?"

"He's a few days away and I'm randy now. Besides, Black is a big boy. He can take care of himself. And so can you, Harry. I offered you this to help you...er, do whatever in the world you needed to do, and what's my payment? You have to stay on the ship. And we pirates sometimes don't see women for loads of time. A boy like you Harry could look mighty good. I'd be careful if you weren't the captain's favorite."

Harry felt almost threatened by the drunken man now. He looked around at the partying crew members and felt apprehensive about being close to any of them now. Port Royal was just a few days away, they couldn't get desperate that quickly, could they? And at any rate, was he trying to intimidate the boy to get what he wanted? A quickie in the back room? Buck'n Bill did say a pirate would stab his brother in the back.. So, what would stop one from threatening someone into sex?

Harry decided he would take the drink.

The young lad learned the next morning that he did not have a high liquor tolerance. His head was pounding when he awoke to the bright light flooding into to the room he had fallen asleep in. Somehow he had managed to get into a hammock. He closed his eyes to block out the light.

"Harry, get up." Harry's eyes fluttered open again, seeing Sirius before him.

"Why?"

"Jack wants us to start checking inventory on the ship. He seems worried that the rum was heavily depleted with yesterday's fun. I think it's just for reassurance." The black-haired man gave a wolf-ish grin and grabbed Harry by the arm, pulling him from the hammock, onto the floor.

Harry was nearly sickened by this action and gagged for a moment, nothing actually happening. He shook his head briskly and stood up. He felt like he needed a change of clothing and a nice long bath.

"Come on, then." Sirius said as he hopped out of the room. He certainly did seem happy.

The young wizard gathered himself and followed. The sea was not treating him kindly. Harry had never really spent much time on or in the water. He had never been swimming much less gone sailing. The gentle swaying of the ocean began to upset his stomach and give him a headache. He hoped to just bear with it and let it subside.

Sirius led him into the belly of the ship. Harry had found the only spell he could remember useful when the lantern went out. He was happy to remember something. He knew he could remember something else. He just had to search him mind.

"Do you imagine we'll remember everything?" Sirius asked casually as he began to count the bottles of rum that were lined up against the wall to the far left of that room.

Harry gave a thoughtful look, shrugged and sat on a large brown crate, "I hope so. I keep thinking about my friends from school. I don't remember the school, though. It must have been some wizarding school. Not many people seem to know about Wizards, so we're probably like some kind of subculture. I remember Ron, Hermione, Remus–" Harry stopped talking and almost got sick when the ship went up with a wave. No more rum for him.

"Now, this Remus chap... Who is he to me? You keep asking if I remember him." Sirius said as he finished counting the bottles; he gave a glance at the boy sitting on the big, brown package. Harry was silent for a moment. He was trying to gather himself and stop from getting sick.

"Remus? Erm, he was your.. lover. You two had been together since you escaped."

"Lover?! This man was my lover? Now I really wish I could remember him, hah! Escaped? Escaped from where?" Sirius said, now giving his attention to Harry, who looked extremely peaky at the moment.

"I don't remember.. Sirius, do you know how to stop seasickness?" Harry asked finally, his wand losing it's glow as he raised his hand to his mouth.

"Sorry. Go talk to the Captain. He may know something."

"No thank you. I am no too fond of our dear captain." Harry said with a groan.

"Ah, my ears are burning!" a voice cried from the door.

Harry rose his head to see who it was, already knowing. The Captain grinned and stumbled towards Harry.

"So, what's this I hear about you being seasick, love? Sure it wasn't just too much drink? You were a bit of a lush last night." He gave a chuckle.

"Nothing. I'm fi–" Harry stopped short, almost getting ill all over the floor. He was a god-awful liar when he was sick.

"Try sitting in the corner holding your breathe with your head between your legs. Usually works."

Harry glowered at the man. Sticking his head between his legs? What kind of excuse was this? Was that the best advice Captain Jack Sparrow had to offer? Some pirate he was. Harry felt like a Captain would know better remedies to seasickness than 'stick your head between your legs.'

Jack had since given his attention to Sirius, who had began to look over the food rations. "How's the rum, love?"

"There's twenty-six bottles in the shelves and four kegs. There also seems to be enough food for about five days for the whole crew and–"

"Ah, I'm not worried about food. We have two conjuring wizards on board. Say, just out of curiosity, could either of you two change water into wine or preferably rum, could you?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised.

"Sorry, don't remember anything, and Harry seems only able to remember how to make his wand tip glow. Don't know if that's possible." Sirius answered, sitting down on a chest across from Harry.

"Yes, it is. It's called 'Transfig–" Harry stopped abruptly when he realized what he had just said. Transfiguration? Where had the word come from? Harry knew he certainly did not remember such a word during his talk with Sirius the night before. A word like this would have sent off red signals in his mind. Was he possibly beginning remember his past? He stopped for a moment and tried to unearth any other knowledge he had, but nothing came.

"Hm, well it appears to me that we must get you two in touch with another wizard. Perhaps something will get sorted out. I do believe there maybe some kind of fortune teller in Port Royal that can help you. Can't guarantee anything though. Don't know enough about wizards personally." Jack replied once he saw Harry wasn't going to continue.

Harry didn't say anything to Jack. He didn't care at the moment. The ship had taken another toss and head began to throb. He felt like crawling back into bed for the rest of the day. He stood up and walked out from the storage rooms back to the deck. The fresh, crisp air did little to make him feel better. The docile waves were driving his body mad. He could take it no longer and after a few minutes of fighting it, he did indeed get sick over the side of the ship. This action got a few laughs from the crew.

"You know.. You could take my advice and not feel sick. However, do as you please, love. Just.. don't mess my ship, you'll be the one swabbing the decks." The Captain said as he emerged with Sirius from below the deck.

Harry gave the man a nasty look and went back to his hammock. After a few failed attempts to get to sleep, he broke down and decided to take the captain's advice. He sat in the corner of the room and put his head between his knees. He took a deep breath and held it as long as he could, before releasing it and repeating the action.

It took maybe half an hour, but the method seemed to work. He certainly felt less sick. He was in no condition to eat at the moment, but perhaps he could eat something a bit later. He stood and took in a few deep breaths. He felt in debt to Captain Sparrow. Perhaps under the drunken, sex-crazed, rude egotistical man was a decent person. Maybe he'd give him another chance.

The rest of the day was better for the boy. Well, it would have been if he hadn't seen what he knew he had when he left the sleeping barracks. He saw Jack yet again getting close to Sirius. This time the pirate Captain was flirtily speaking to the black-hair man, emphasizing his words with a grin or a gentle poke on the man's chest.

Harry tried, but could not think of a good reason to pull the man away from the Captain. He heaved a nervous sigh. Why did he care so much that Jack was getting so close to Sirius? What would happen if they never got back? Sirius would never see Remus again, so it wouldn't matter if he had moved on. Would he have to refer to Captain Sparrow as Uncle Jack?

Harry soon realized he didn't know much about the sexual appetites of older men. He remembered Sirius was dedicated to Remus, but now he didn't even remember what color the man's eyes were. Maybe this wasn't up to him. Maybe he should just leave them alone and let what happens happen. But that would be so unfair to Remus.

Harry gathered his nerves once more. He would try once more to talk to his Godfather about his lover. If nothing worked, he would give up. Let Sirius live with himself once they made it back.

That day, a crew member pulled him aside and continued his training with the guiding the ship. It was much more complicated then he thought it would be. He had to learn to follow the wind with the huge black sails to make sure they were being guiding in the right direction. However, as the day progressed, it became easier to do. It was nice to have something to do to keep his mind off his current situation. It also gave him to think. He was trying to file away everything he remembered.

He realized that he didn't remember his parents, but he did remember that he lived with his aunt and uncle. He didn't remember if he was happy or not, however, he did get a lovely nauseated feeling from the thought.

Harry wanted nothing more then to remember everything he had forgotten. He knew his life had not been that bad. He didn't recall much, but nothing is worse then completely forgetting who you are. Perhaps Jack's fortune teller could point him in the right direction. At least it would give him a start to get his life back together.

The young wizard felt better by the time their afternoon meal came and was able to keep some of the porridge that was served down. The food was not at all palatable, but it was something to sooth his hunger. The mixture in the bowl was light grey in color and tasted like most porridge he remembered did, however, it was cold since they didn't seem to want to risk heating it up on a wooden ship. The other men seemed happy with their meal. They drank heavily, all except for Harry who had promised himself to stay away from the stuff after this morning's drunk. He drank the water that was on board.

After the meal, he went back to work guiding the ship with the other men. He learned that he'd work until complete dark. He was tired, having been pushing and pulling on the ropes all day. He was extremely appreciative to be put off duty to be able to go to bed.

He stagged sleepily back into his room after the had been released. He saw Sirius was there already, playing cards with a few of the other crew members. Harry seems interested in this. He never knew Sirius was so good at cards, which came to his attention after he saw the small pile of winnings in front of him and hearing the curses of the other men.

"Aye, Black.. You be a good man at cards. Ha, glad I don't bet as much as I usually do, I'd be out the shirt off mah back," A greasy pirate by the name of Tobias said with a grin, showing his slowly decaying teeth.

"Ha, yeah.. I don't remember whether or not I played a lot of cards, but I guess I am pretty good with it. Okay, men. It's time for Gin Rummy!" Sirius said as he gathered all the cards and began to shuffle. "Would you like to play, Harry? I remember you used to like this .." Sirius stopped for speaking for a moment. "You like this game."

Harry smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, and I'd love to play."

There were several hands played. Harry won many, followed by a man named Robert, then Sirius. Tobias did not seem to have a lot of luck with this game, he was more of a poker man.

After their final hand, they all set off for sleep. Harry was extremely happy Sirius could remember something. It gave him hope that Sirius and he would regain their memories. Maybe seeing another wizard wouldn't be necessary, perhaps with enough time they would remember everything.

"Let's go get some fresh air before we sleep, Harry." The dark haired man said. Harry nodded and followed him to the deck.

"I remembered.. I remembered you liked Rummy.. A flash of you holding cards sprung up and I remembered." Sirius said breathily. He had a smile on his face. "Tell me of Remus.. Just who is this man?"

"Well.. All I really remember was that your relationship with him and he was a teacher of mine.. Although, I don't remember what... Then when I see you, I think of the words 'Moony', 'Prongs', 'Padfoot'. I have no idea what in the world these words could possibly mean. It's so irritating not remembering."

"Yes.. But we need to make the best of it."

"Sirius, I'm begging you, please don't do anything with the Captain."

The shaggy man gave him a funny look, "What do you mean?"

"Well, he's been talking about wanting to get with you, and I feel like I should try to stop you because I remember Remus and I don't want you to regret it if you get you memories back and–" Harry spat out rapidly before Sirius stopped him.

"This really bothers you, doesn't it?" He watched as Harry gave a nodded. "Well, have no fear. I shall remain chastised as best I can until we find out more information. I can't stay sexless forever, but I shall do without it for the time being. How's that?"

Harry blushed lightly, "Thank you, Sirius.. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm glad somebody is looking out for me. I'm certainly not looking out for myself. I've been drinking like a fish ever since I woke up. I'll calm down from that as well. Jack said we'd be at Port Royal within two days, so think good thoughts. Once we get there, you'll have no worries about my infidelity to this Remus chap as Captain Sparrow will have his friend with benefits back."

Harry gave a sigh of relief. He and Sirius stood at the ships side for a bit longer, looking at the ocean. His seasickness was still there and his stomach was upset just looking at the water, but it was a nice view to see before he went back into the barracks to catch a few winks.

To Be Continued..

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