Disclaimer (that I always forget to add…=_='): Why would I own PotC or HP? That takes too much work, and if you didn't know, I'm a super lazy person.
A/N: Well, I'd like to thanks ALL of my reviewers, especially LuciusMalfoyfemale who pointed out that
- It is actually most likely taken place in the mid 1700's based on the clothes, so just be aware of that mistake I made in chapter 1 -
Also, I'd like to give special thanks to those who responded to my rant: hitorisuko and ninjafox-yoko
Well, that's it for now, and I feel like singing School House Rock songs! So enjoy!
Chapter 3-HPOTC
Their trip went smoothly until they caught sight of land. Harry could feel the hems of the torturous dress getting heavier, so took a look down. Water was everywhere. The emerald-eyed boy disguised as a girl started bilging the water. Jack caught on and started helping. When they passed four skeletons of pirates, the duo paused, Jack taking off his hat, Harry saluting. "'Pirates Ye Be Warned.' Pirates ye be warned my ass." Harry muttered. Jack let out a low chuckle at Harry's bad mood, but noticed the boat was sinking rapidly.
"C'mon up here, Harry," Jack instructed. Harry obeyed, but instead of grabbing onto the mini crow's nest, he climbed upon Jack's back, riding piggyback. When Jack was right in front of the dock, he took a swift step and landed on the wooden boards while the boat was left to the depths of the ocean. They reached the edge of the dock when someone shouted out to them.
"Wha-uh-Hey! Hold up, you! It's a shilling to tie up your boats to the docks." Everyone looked to where the poor little floating object had sunk. Jack brought out a few coins, having slight difficulty with Harry on his back. Harry jumped down, making sure his dress didn't fly up. He wanted to at least act like a lady, even if he was Jack's.
"Thank you, Love. Now, how 'bout we give you three shillings and we forget the names, savvy?" Jack gambled. The man closed his book, and started to walk away.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mister and Missus Smith." And Harry ran away. Being in a good mood after landing, he spun around jovially, but didn't forget to grab the man's pouch of money on his way off the docks. Jack grinned at his lover. He was really helpful sometimes, and so amusing all the time, that every waking moment of his time, he wanted to spend with Harry. The pair made their way to where the Interceptor was tied up, but were blocked by to postguards.
"This dock is off-limits to civilians," a pudgy guard commanded, but apologized right away. "I'm sorry, miss, but you and this man must leave." The guards looked at Harry with regretful looks, and Harry put on his façade right away. Pulling out a fan, he giggled.
"Oh, it's quite alright, gentlemen. Thank you so much for being polite about it, it helps the pain in my frail heart. You see, my husband here, he has some sort of complex with ships, and dreams of sailing off to sea in one, no matter how dinky. But," Cue fake tears. "The horrible part is that he is blind in one eye! He cannot command a crew if he can only see half of the ship! I want to see my husband no matter what, until I die, and I cannot tell you when for that shall be. My heart is weak, and we cannot pay for a doctor. For all I know, my last moments could be right now…" Harry trailed off. That did the trick. The guards eyed her with pity and sorrow. Then, the skinnier one spoke for the first time.
"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid we aren't allowed to do that." When Harry's eyes got bigger and he cried harder, that was the last straw. The guards broke. "Well, I suppose you could go aboard for a second, just don't touch anything, alright? May we have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Harry's face lit up, glad that Jack didn't speak up and ruin the act. Harry skipped to the haul of the ship, shouting her gratitude behind her. Jack followed at a brisk pace behind him, but he was absolutely giddy. The Interceptor! He had a chance to reach the Black Pearl once again! He moved the wheel around. "Hey!" The guards noticed. "We told you to not touch anything! The Commodore might notice!" A light bulb appeared above Jack's head, and it was lit.
"Talking about the Commodore, why aren't you at his inauguration? Two fellows of high society like you should be there, too, or at least guarding that ship over there." Everyone glanced where Jack pointed. Jack could have taken that chance to run, but why would he? He was on the Interceptor already.
"Well, someone had to guard the Interceptor, and no ship can compete with it speed-wise," the pudgy one said, while the other nodded. Harry and Jack shared a glance; Harry had a knowing look in his eye. Jack went on to discuss with them the Black Pearl, but then went off topic to one of his made-up adventures to stall for Harry to come up with an idea.
Harry looked out towards the sky and the rocks, scenery always helping him think. But there was a yell, and a body tumbled off the rock ledge. "Jack!" Harry screamed for his attention. Jack ran over in time to see the splash.
"Are you guys going to help or what?" When they didn't make any noticeable movements, harry started to get ready to dive. A hand shot out in front of him.
"Sorry, miss, but it would be improper for a woman to swim in her clothes. I can't let you jump in like that," One of the guards said; Harry couldn't care less which one.
"Improper? Do you think the person who fell would care about properness right now? I have to save her!" Harry practically screamed. But Jack came to the rescue, literally. He took of his accessories and his overcoat, and dived in.
Harry worried. About Jack. About the woman who fell. And now about the soldiers that were surrounding them. The trio had quickly gotten off the ship after Jack jumped off to wait for his submerging, and now he was, with the woman in his arms. If Harry didn't know that Jack loved him, then he would have been extremely jealous. Jack cut off her corset so she could breathe, and the soldiers pointed spears at him.
"On your feet," Norrington ordered Jack. He was about to shoot him, when Elizabeth protested. Norrington agreed not to shoot, and stuck out a hand. "I believe some thanks are in order." Jack hesitantly stuck out his hand, and when Norrington had a grasp on it, he lifted Jack's sleeve, revealing a sparrow flying and, right below it, a P, the international mark of a pirate given by the East India Trading Company. Harry recently got it, too, by his own hands, so he could be with Jack if the ever got caught, but Norrington didn't need to know that. "Well, had a little brush with the East India Trading Company, now did we?"
"Hang him!" Governer Swan ordered at the news of him being a pirate reached his ears. He would not allow a pirate to live on his watch.
"Grab me some irons," Norrington also ordered, and commented on the higher tattoo. "Well, well, well, Jack Sparrow, is it?" Jack quickly added 'Captain' to his name. Harry could stand it no longer.
"Stop it! He did nothing wrong! He only saved her! This is his reward? Being hanged! I know how that feels! It fucking sucks hard! Just let him go, already!" Harry shouted, making the crowd wince at the sheer volume and harshness of his voice. Jack used his free hand to comfort Harry while Harry sobbed at the unfairness of it all.
"And who may you be?" Norrington questioned. Jack visibly stiffened. Shit; Harry was in trouble, too, now. But, of course, the Gryffindor part of Harry didn't waste time answering the recent Commodore.
"I, if you must know, am Harry, future Sparrow, and," Harry left them hang for a bit, "I am a pirate." Harry showed them his mark similar to Jack's. The two guards Harry and Jack ran into earlier gasped. They could not believe the sweet girl from before was a pirate and had such a…masculine name! Getting over their shock, they handed Norrington Jack's stuff he left behind when he jumped, and Harry gripped Jack as tightly as he could. While Norrington listed off Jack's supplies, Harry looked around, trying to find a way out. He tuned in just in time to hear Norrington talk.
"Why, you must be the worst pirate I've ever heard of." Jack was now in the irons, and tried to point at Norrington.
"But," Jack said, "You have heard of me." Norrington never realized that there weren't irons for Harry, so directed Jack to the other side of the pier, with Elizabeth Swan storming after him, trying to reason with him.
"Commodore, please! Pirate or not, this man saved my life!" Before Norrington could respond, there was a swish and everyone looked up, to see the sun blocked out by a green and black dress. Harry's dress. Jack drooled. Harry was stripping! Looking over, he saw his lover in mid-jump, trying to get away, and in only tight shorts. Except, the ship he was aiming for was just a bit too tall. And the rope was a few feet away from where Harry would land. There was a splash and flailing. Harry panicked. He remembered that he never truly learned how to swim; and froze. What was he supposed to do in a moment like this? Apparently staying still wasn't a good idea as he sank quickly. Soon, his head was submerged and he gasped for air. His head felt light, his body felt free, and the water felt soothing and cold on his warm body. It was a wonderful sensation to just float in the water, and it kept getting more and more peaceful.