Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: PG-13 – Why? Because there is a bit of language and some boys kissing boys, and I want the childrens prepared. There is a bit of Shonen-Ai/Slash at the end of this chapter. Be wary those who hate. Don't worry, there won't be a lot in this. Just enough to make things interesting. Haha, enjoy, loves.
Couples Mentioned: Jack/Will, Jack/Harry. You all need to know, I say! Because if you don't, some of you may say 'Ew!'... No matter how well I want this story to do, you can get it away from the fact a fangirl wrote it. I'm sorry guys.. It won't ruin the story though. There needs to be a bit of Drama.. Well, besides what Adele brings in.
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Chapter 4- Black Death Adele
It was nearly dawn before they found the ship. They were pulled up and met with a lot of questions. Many on why they returned so early and the whereabouts of Will. Since Captain Sparrow was not yet awake, Harry and Sirius told the men it was not a good idea to bring the unknown man up.
The men honored their wishes and picked up the sleeping body of their captain and took him into his usual quarters to sleep.
Jack slept until nearly noon that day. His eyes fluttered open, a dry taste in his mouth. Leaning over the side of the hammock he had been placed in, he reached for the bottle of rum he had been drinking from.
Harry walked into the room to go check on him as Jack's first mate, Gibbs, was worried about the drunken man. The first mate was worried about his captain.
"Captain Sparrow, are you awake?" Harry asked as he walked into the room. He heard the man mutter several curse words and throw a blanket over his head. "Sorry, but Gibbs asked me to come check on you. Is there anything you'd like?"
"I'd quite like for you to remove yourself from this room. You're bringing a lot of unnecessary light and noise. And that's the last thing I need at the moment," Jack muttered, his voice muffled by the covers.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Fine, you can stay in here and drink all day instead of talk about what's bothering you. Just waste away."
"Very good. That's how I'll have it, then. I'm a man, not a woman with a penis. I don't need to talk about anything. Get the hell– On second thought, go fetch me a bottle of rum and then get the hell out." The man rose slowly from the hammock to face the young brunette, "Make yourself useful instead of walking around here spewing thoughts about feelings." And with that, he crashed back onto the hammock and covered his face again.
Harry glared at Jack's unmoving body and turned to leave. He was incensed with the Captain. How dare he just stay shackled up in his room when he needed to get to Haiti?
"How were he?" the stout man known as Gibbs asked as Harry exited the room.
"Drunk.. As per usual. He's just in there on his hammock. And he wants more rum," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Ah! Well, hop to it boy! Captain Sparrow wants more rum, and more rum he'll get!" Gibbs said loudly, grabbing Harry by the shoulders, pulling him close. He gave a quick glance around before whispering, "Look boy.. If yeh can't tell, things didna go as planned at Port Royal. Let'im do as he pleases. I'm sure he'll be out and about in a few hours. Just go get 'is rum like 'e asked."
Harry sighed and went down into the dark, dank underbelly of the ship. As he entered, he lit the tip of the wand. The area lit up and he quickly saw where Sirius had stored the several bottles of rum the last time the two had been down here together, nearly a week ago. He passed by several crates and came to the bottles, grabbing the smallest one left.
He emerged a few minutes later. He quickly noticed that things were not as they had been before the went under. The men were in a panic, rushing around.
"'Arry! Go get de Captain! Tell 'im the Black Death be here!" the familiar voice of Buckin' Bill McCarthy called.
The wizard's brow furled slightly and he obeyed, hopping quickly to Jack's resting place. He saw the man still under the blanket, just as he had been when he left.
"Here, Captain Sparrow, your rum. Also, your men seem in an uproar. They want me to tell you that the Black Death is here. I'm sure what that means, bu–"
Jack sat up instantly. "WHAT?!" he yelled, interrupting the boy with a shrill yell. He threw the blanket off of him and jumped off the hammock, "Adele? He's here?! By God, I thought I had him left in Bermuda. Oh, where's the rum?!" Jack yelled, grabbing the bottle and pushing passed the brunette.
Harry frowned and rolled his eyes as he quickly followed after him, he was curious who this 'Black Death' was.
He looked around and saw the man crowd around Jack, who had just finished draining about a fourth of the bottle. The Captain pulled out his spy glass and glanced out the starboard of the ship. Harry squinted as well and saw a ship in the distance with cherry red sails. He could not tell much more with the ship's distance, but the men did not like the idea of the ship being even that close to them.
"Ay, Okay, we are to raise the sails and get out of here. I don't think he knows we're the Pearl just yet, since we don't have out sails down, but the minute we do, we had better make haste," he paused momentarily and lowered the spy glass to look at Harry, "Where did you say you needed to go?"
"Um, Haiti, sir," Harry answered, unsure.
"Very good. It's out of the way. Take a zigzag course getting there, lose them around some nearby island. How long to Haiti, Gibbs?" He asked pushing the ends of the instrument back together, slipping it back into his belt.
"Erm, I'd say two weeks. We haven't the supplied to make it there. We're low on food and water. We'll need to stop at a port soon if we're to make it there, sir."
Jack nodded and took another long drink from his bottle. When he finally broke for breath, he wiped his mouth, "Very well. We'll make port when we're down to nothing and sure we're out of sight of Adele. We'll hide in Haiti for a while."
The crewmen gave their captain a nod and set to work. Harry found Sirius, amongst the crew getting ready to do their job.
"Sirius, do you know anything about the 'Black Death'?"
"Not much," Sirius said, pulling off his cloak and the shirt under it, "It is hot today.. Anyway, from what I gather, he's after the Pearl and the life of Sparrow. One of them mentioned something about being born of the devil, but what is there to be sure of in this day and time? Come on, Harry, let's get to work."
"Well, at least we're headed to Haiti. I'll take our things to the barracks," Harry said, picking up the cloak and shirt and quickly walking back to their rooms to toss their belongings on his hammock. Harry followed his example and pulled off his cloak, his over-sized 'muggle' clothing coming into view.
The wizard went quickly to work with the sails. They dropped quickly and with the strong wind already around them; they set off quickly.
However, this action caused a strange reaction. Although the ship was quick getting away, the men did not seem at ease. Harry looked around and saw all the men glancing back. Not one seemed to feel better about their getaway. A moment later, Harry understood why.
A sound, like the crack of a whip, was heard echoing around them, and along with it, an older gentlemen appeared.
Harry's mind screamed. He knew what had just happened, and he knew only wizards could perform such a trick. This man had just Apparated. However, this man did not seem follow the rules that Harry remembered. It was illegal to perform this in front of 'muggles'.
Harry's eyes widened as he tried to develop a mental picture of the man. He was definitely older than Sirius was. He looked older than Jack as well. He appeared to be in his late thirties. Grey shocked his long, black hair, that was tied up in a loose ponytail that was tied around his shoulders. Although it was tied up, it still ran down to his lower back. He had stubbly facial hair and a bit of a goatee that added more emphasis on his striking green eyes that glared at the crew. A dark blue bandana was wrapped firmly around his head, and a long, black cloak covered anything else he would have had on.
"Parley," the man said with a grin, taking a step forwards.
Harry looked over at Sirius, who was staring hard at the man. It seemed he knew something wasn't right about the man as well.
"What's Parley?" Harry whispered again to the man behind him.
"Parley.. Any pirate that announces the words when in danger from another crew, must be taken, unharmed, to see the Captain. It be one of the older rules we still follow.
Gibbs gritted his teeth, "Fine. Come along, I'll take you. You know the rules, you need to be unarmed."
The man gave a surly grin and raised his hands in the air, "I am unarmed. Besides, at any rate, there are many more of you then there are of me. I should be the one worried."
"We'd never betray the right to Parley!" one of the pirates cried.
The man merely chuckled, "How true.. It's a pirates right. So, as I am unarmed, there is nothing to fear as long as you are all men of your words."
Harry turned to the man behind him, who was gripped a bit of rope extremely tightly. "Is that Black Death?" he whispered just loud enough for the man to hear.
"Aye, that be Black Death Adele. Jack Sparrow be the only man that managed to get away from him with his life before. He kills without discrimination. He is said to be a powerful sorcerer. It's said he can read minds, kill a man with just a look, controlled men to do his bidding, and he's even drove the best pirates to insanity with just a word before."
Harry lowered he gaze back to the man, Gibbs was leading the man to the captain's quarters.
Jack jumped when he heard the door open. He glanced back quickly and saw Gibbs standing there with the older gentlemen, known to the pirates all around as the Black Death.
"Captain, Captain Adele Blair is here to see you."
"Is he unarmed?" Jack asked quickly, without hesitation.
"Well, sir, he claims to be."
"Did you check?" Jack growled.
"Er, no, sir."
A throaty chuckle sounded in the room. "What's the matter Captain Sparrow? Do you not trust me? I did invoke the right of Parley."
Jack turned around quickly to face the man. "No. I do not trust you. Parley is nothing more then a guideline. Besides, why would a trust someone what wants me dead? Gibbs, check him over. Anything that's not clothing, I want removed. ...And don't forget this boots."
Gibbs obeyed his Captain's orders and Captain Blair complied, watching Jack intently has the chubby man pat him down. The check just took a few minutes.
"I only found this stick and a bit of parchment," Gibbs said setting the two items on the table between the two Captains.
Jack's face paled at the sight of the stick. He knew what it was, a wand. Not just for the fact he's saw the two wizards' on board use them, but he's seen Black Death in action before. He knew quite well why he earned his name.
Jack leaned over and took the wand into his hand, "Unarmed, eh? I'm going to hold on to this, then. I can't use it, so there is no worry, is there?" With that, he slipped the wand into his belt.
The man merely shrugged, "Do as you wish. However, I will demand my things back before I leave."
"Have no fear, you will get them. I wouldn't dare keeping another man's things when he is here under Parley. What brings you here, Adele Blair?"
"You know very well why I am here, Jack Sparrow. I am here to take your life for misdeeds done against me. However, this is a little fact finding mission. I can't kill you under without a weapon, can I?"
"I would think not, however, you've surprised us all before. Just to let you in, there is quite a line for the bringer of my destruction. Now tell me why you're here."
"Oh, no reason.. I just wanted to see you're handsome face once more. It's been a long time, hasn't? It feels like it's been ages. I suppose I should take my leave. My crew is waiting my safe return. Now, my things?"
Jack curled his lips and picked the parchment off the table and handed it to him. He then lifted from his belt. He looked over the wand slowly.
"My wand?" the man asked, stretching out his hand.
"Ah, a thousand apologies, just admiring the craftsmanship. It is well made. I especially like the designed imprinted into it." He then broke the wand in two, "Oops, so sorry. I am so clumsy with other people's things." He handed the man the broken the wand.
Adele merely chuckled, taking the wand back, "Oh, Jack. Still sharp as ever. However, this is only a small set back. Never forget, I will be your grim reaper. It will be me that leads you to the gates of Hell. I always get my man." The pirate said, leaning across the table, inches from Jack's face. "You've beenso lucky to get away from me for this long. You owe me your life and this ship. You never would have gotten it if I hadn't have made your soul worth something, now would you? Until next time, adieu."
The pirate walked from the room back onto the deck. Jack followed closely behind. The crew looked ecstatic that their Commander was still alive.
"Farewell and have a safe journey back, Dear Captain Blair," Jack said, taking off his hat and bowing slightly. He stood straight and looked around, "Now, where did I leave that bottle?" he murmured, looking around the ship. Passing out sounded like a good idea.
"Farewell as well, Jack Sparrow," Black Death Adele said with a grin before disappearing with another crack of the whip.
"Men, let's get the hell out of here," Jack said, finding his bottle. "Harry, Sirius, into my quarters. We need to speak."
Harry nodded his head intently. He wanted to know what had happened between the two.
The two wizards followed closely behind their Captain. They entered and took a seat opposite the Captain. Jack heaved a sigh.
"There is a problem, boys. I understand you don't remember much from before you arrived, and I was rather hasty pulling you away from Rachelle, but needed to leave. When we get to Haiti, I want you to get what you need to done. What is it, exactly?"
"Madam Rachelle told us of a Wizard that was hundred of years old that maybe able to help us or train us. Maybe even get us our memories back." Harry answered.
"Ah, very good. Anyway, Black Death Adele believes I owe him my life. He is a wizard as he made obvious. However, he definitely has the upper hand since I'm stuck here with two wizards that don't remember squat and he can move instantaneously between his ship and ours," Jack slurred heavily as he gave a concentrated look at his bottle, "Am I that drunk?"
"Er, to the point," he said, placing his hands on the table, "Black Death gave me the location of a stone that gives eternal life and can break any curse. It was something that made me valuable to Davey Jones. This way, I could get the Pearl. I suppose Adele has caught wind from Davey Jones that he seeks payment. Well, I promised them both my soul, and I can't very well give it to both, can I? Therein lies the problem. Can I count on you two?"
"Can you tell me why we had to leave to quickly last night?" Harry asked. He believed if they had stayed around Port Royal, the Black Death Adele wouldn't have spotted the Black Pearl.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Jack said through gritted teeth. He raised the bottled, taking the last swig. "Damn. I need more rum. Black, be a dear and get another bottle.." He said with a slur, slamming the bottle on the table. Sirius nodded and left the room.
Several minutes passed in silence. Harry began to wonder what was taking him so long. Jack did not seem to want to start speaking, until he strangely broke the silence.
"Will wouldn't come. He decided that he would rather stay with his woman then come with me. That's fine, however. He can do as he pleases, Some aren't cut out to be pirates. I did, apparently, say some rude things about that slag which made him made particularly angry and he called the soldiers to my attention." he said. "He'll come back. He can't decide between the two of us. This Elizabeth woman seems to hold his fancy at the moment, but I guarantee he'll turn up in Haiti. He'll find me. Adele will probably go to Tortuga to get a new wand and no sailor can keep his mouth shut."
Harry squinted at the man, it hit him that Jack seemed desperate to see this man, and it certainly seemed uncharacteristic of him to be pining for another person. Was this man more then just a fling for the pirate?
"Forget about him, Captain Sparrow, there are other fish in the sea, forgive the pun. I'm sure you'll meet someone in Hai-"
Jack smiled and leaned over the table and firmly pressed his lips against Harry's. The brunette's green eyes widened and he felt the man grab onto his shoulders to keep himself steady.
The man pulled away just as he saw Sirius returned with two large bottles of rum.
"Ah! Black! Such a good man!" Jack said cheerfully, grabbing the bottles. He sat on down, putting one bottle on the table and uncorking the other and began to cheerfully drink down the dark brown liquid. A moment later he broke free of the bottle, "A very good man, indeed!"
Sirius gave a bit of a chuckle and poured a glass for himself. It had been a while since he had tried to alleviate his thirst, and although rum wasn't the best thing, it was still something to dampen the throat.
Harry sat there speechless. He wasn't sure wasn't sure what he should do. The taste of the other man was still on his lips even after wiping his mouth. He grabbed the second bottle and popped the top and began to take down a great deal. Again, getting drunk felt like a good idea at the moment
To Be Continued...
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