Author's notes: I HAVE REACHED MY GOALLLL! 100 reviews! OMG! I'm going to faint. This is so awesome! I was going to have the whole trip in one chapter, rofl, but I figured I have skipped too many scenes. Please, don't be rude when reviewing my stories, or other stories for that matter, as I will bite your head off. Thank you to all the nice reviewers that made my day. Poo to all those rude people that ruined my sun-shiny day. Stick your attitudes where the sun doesn't shine. I saw Duplex, it was an awesome and hilariousfull movie! I went to see it with a friend (thanks Hillary!!) and came back all happy. Then I worked on my English report. Happy days. Ta ta!

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Harry and Draco had both fallen asleep, hugging their mops. That is, until a thick whip was brandished across their backs. Harry cried out in pain, Draco clenched his teeth, holding back the all to familiar cuss word.

"Get up, we can't have you young'uns asleep on the job," He laughed. His laugh was haughty, and came out as a "Hawr hawr hawr."

He tossed each of them a sword. "Do you twos know hows ta' sword fight?"

They shook their heads no.

"I'll have Gregory teach you," he said, gazing out over the ocean. "You're going to need it, for once we get the artifact from The Lost City of Atlantis, we will have millions of Atlantican people after our hides."

"Er…"

"Gregory!" Shouted the pirate.

"Yes, Jack?"

"Teach these scallywags how ter fight," Vermondoiler said, gesturing towards the teenagers.

Gregory nodded. They walked into a bare dungeon. It had a cold and eerie feel upon its walls…it felt as though several people had died in here…

"Have either of you ever held a sword?" Harry nodded his head yes, as Draco did the opposite.

"I defeated a basilisk with one, but I don't really know how to use a sword," said Harry. Gregory slowly nodded his head, wondering what a basilisk was.

The lessons went by fast; the day changed to night very quickly as Draco and Harry quickly became experts. Harry was a swirl of his cloak and sword, bringing it up clashing, sending sparks flying from the impact. Draco was the same, only a tad slower.

They did this for the next few days, relentlessly. Harry and Draco were as resilient as a rubber ball. If they fell down, they got back up, and tried to thrust the sword into the other's stomach, and would be blocked.

Draco leaned onto the wall, arms crossed and sword was thrust into the wood. Harry and Gregory were dueling with sword, and Harry had pretty much mastered the use in a short amount of time. It had only been two days, after all, and they were somewhere in the middle of the sea.

Gregory looked both astonished and thoroughly pleased with his pupil as Harry knocked the sword out of his hand. The sword landed right next to Draco's head. Draco looked about read to pass out on the spot. Harry shouted,

"Sorry 'bout that ferret!"

"Yeah…no problem…er…insufferable Gryffindor." Draco was wide eyed as he said the first part of the statement, and unenthusiastically retaliated Harry's insult. They had insulted each other back and forth through out the trip, but were really beginning to admire each other—even though neither of them would ever admit it.

Harry drew his wand and made the sword float back to its owner. Gregory had confined in them that he was a squib, so he did not find this odd at all.

Gregory had taken the wand, and gestured for Draco to train. Harry leaned against the wall Draco had been, and disinterestedly watched Draco and Gregory leaning into each other menacingly with their swords.

"Are ye two done yet?" Shouted a lanky pirate with a long, braided black beard. He had a huge mass of stolen diamond and pearl necklaces draped over his neck. (A/N: Bling bling!)

"Yes, take 'em already!" Shouted Gregory. The other pirate told Draco and Harry to 'get their scrawny buttocks up there, as there was work to be done.'

Harry and Draco had to wash the ship—Draco had mumbled about it the whole time—and taken look out duties, fixed a hole in the sail—Draco screamed the whole way, the ship kept rocking and nearly knocked him off the net—they washed the windows, polished the pirate's boots, and somehow managed to finish it all by nighttime, at which they had finally fallen asleep, only to be awoken three hours later. They grumbled and rubbed their eyes, pulled up their boots, and walked out of their nook, wondering what all the commotion was.

They found that they didn't want to know what the commotion was.

It was a massive storm.

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Sorry, short chappie, I had a lot of reviews to reply to. And sorry for the cliffie, new chapter up soon!

LILRKCHIK-yes, I know, I have never been good with names. Thank you, however :)

Sami-if it helps, I usually bite my fingernails off. ;) Thanks!

Cdunwody- I like pirates. ;)

Kemenran- okie dokie

Magicrules- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Hushykid3-actually, I was going to make them get along, lol. Don't kill me! –cringes- Not that I like Malfoy, something just happened to him over the summer that made him more timid. You'll find out what it was soon.

Khenna-Thank you!

Kaizer Knucks-Thanks….

Athenia McGonagall- I'll take that as a compliment? (Is too lazy to go look up on translator)

Clare-I'm glad to know my humor spreads.

Insanegurlrox-Thanks!

Star Estrella- Thank you!

Keebler Elmo-Know what, dumbass? I do think the co-captains thing was slightly juvenile, but Hermione has NEVER said she hated brooms, for one, and for too, did you notice how embarrassed she was about the tryouts? She went as far as to wear a hood. Have you ever tried covering up that you liked something? Probably have. If you haven't, you're unbearable weird. And rude. I have worked hard on this fan-fiction, I do not freaking like to be put down. I thought of being nice, and decided against it. You could have said something like, 'you should edit the co-captains thing and Hermione as a flyer,' but nooo, you have to go and be a dipstick about it. Also, have you noticed that quidditch hasn't been Harry's main thing anymore? Sure, he likes quidditch, but with Voldemort running around, it isn't Harry's main priority anymore. Ron DOESN'T get everything he wants; he was always a step behind his brothers, stupid, and he wanted to b recognized. Harry DOESN'T want to be recognized. They weren't surprised at how he looked because they already SAW him, so why would they. And what, would another student just go up to him and say, 'you look different.' I don't think so. Things may be different where you live, but not down here. Typically, if I were to buy new makeup, most people wouldn't say anything. Get a life, and be more respectful towards other stories, as you are a loser who has written none.

RadarPLO-He tried to complain, but Harry stopped him. ;)

Crater212- We all need fillers sometimes. Fillers are the things that make stories go round. You find out that the thing wasn't a pensieve after all anyways, so it doesn't matter. Note: Draco said 'I think it's a pensievia.'