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Recap: Unfortunately though… He just happened to choose that moment to toss young Hermione Granger into the gloomy lake. She screamed again, as she fell to her watery fate.

A Pirates Time for Me

Chapter 2: Arriving

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron screamed dashing forward. The sinister man was cackling evilly, and rather loudly…you know that deep corny laugh all bad guys have? Harry and Ron of course ignored him, only paying attention to the falling Hermione.

"You can't save her now!" The man said almost delightfully, and if Harry were able to see under that damned hood of his, he's probably see the villain smiling proudly, and toothily. "No one can sa-!"

Ron, without thinking, sent a deadly unsuspected punch, right into the hood of the sinister figure. Harry would have stopped and congratulate his friend, if the winds hadn't have chosen that very moment to pick up…and boy did they pick up.

As Harry had predicted…it was the peace before a storm. The wind was going so fast! Harry's hair whipped crazily, leaves littering the lifeless unsightly grass beneath them. It was unnatural! It was so tranquil before. A glimpse at the lake and he had made up his mind.

He nodded in reassurance before diving absentmindedly into the water. Harry didn't care to notice that the water was now starting to swirl, nor did he care. Hermione had helped him through so much; it would be utterly horrible to just let her sink to the bottom of a lake, in the middle of the forbidden forest. What kind of best friend would that make him?

It would have been glorious though, if he would have stopped to notice Ron unmasking the tyrant. But again, what kind of friend would that make him? Ron was taking care of the foe, and he was saving Hermione! Everything was even… It would just be useless if both of them dived in and let the bad guy get away.

But Harry automatically regretted diving in…for Hermione was not at the bottom of the lake, nor was she anywhere in sight…Where was she?

It was just then that Harry felt as if his very flesh was being ripped unmercifully off his body. As if someone had took him and stuck him in a giant stove, ticking the temperature to 400 degrees. He felt as though his lungs would not work, even if he retched the surface, as if someone was squeezing his throat till they snapped his neck.

His eyes stung from the water, he tried to blink away the pain, but that just made it worse. He couldn't squirm, he couldn't struggle! But he could fall unconscious, filled with worry of his dear friend, and his life. Would he survive?

Would he make it?

"Yo ho, yo ho a pirates life for me! We swindle we…" The crew of the infamous Black Pearl all stopped their merry singing…looking at each other with puzzlement.

"I don't think that's right…" Anamaria muttered thinking the verses over in her head. Cotton's parrot had yet to stop squawking inharmoniously.  "Oi cotton! Shut that god be damned parrot up!" She scolded glaring daggers at the parrot.

But it did not yield. It's tremendously horrible voice only grew louder. "Cotton! We are trying to learn a song here." Anamaria growled dangerously. The voiceless man just shrugged.

The crew was on deck and the blue moon shone down on them; the pearl had been halted for the night, much to the captain's dismay. Speaking of witch, the captain was the only one not on the deck. He was smart; he was in his captain cabin.

The area around them…was well almost completely empty…they where in the middle of nowhere. There was not a ship anywhere in sight! But there was something else…

Anamaria had gotten fed up with Cotton's parrot, so she grabbed the bird off the old man's shoulder, dumping him upside down. It still wouldn't shut up, the annoying beast. So the woman pirate -the only one on bored - walked over to the side of the boat and held the colorful bird over the side. " You have ten second's to shut that annoying tacky mouth o' yours." She growled out.

Incase you hadn't guessed…the parrot promptly shut its annoying tacky mouth - er that is…beak. What ever the hard thing on its face was, it wasn't uttering a sound. Anamaria shoved the bird into Cotton's arms, taking back the control of the crew again, who where still laughing about the bird's defiance.

"Now let's try this again!" She ordered, glaring at the men. And they tried again.

"Yo ho, yo ho a pirates life for me! We savage we-" but they where cut off. The captain's door burst open and out staggered a most devilishly hansom man.

His hair was back, dreaded and messy. His dark eyes where lined with coal, and his skin was tanned from the sun. He walked to Anamaria and waved her away, having the appeal of a drunken man. But this captain didn't need to drink to be drunk… he was always scatterbrained and swaying.

It was rumored by some that while he was marooned, by his previous crew, on a small island in the middle of nowhere, he went insane with the heat. But this man was just born insane. If you truly new him, you'd know the true story of Captain Jack Sparrow.

Yes that's right, the infamous CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow! Captain of the Black Pearl. He looks at the dead…and he laughs. He could persuade his way out of any ordeal, or he would just get out of it with his luck. He was caught three times by the commodore in Port Royal.

Port Royal…that was their destination. They where on their way their for a wedding! It had been 6 months since their last visit. "No! You've got it all wrong!" He said scowling at the group of men folding his arms. His shirt was dirty and at one point it was probably white. The shirt exposed most of his tanned chest and he had a vest over it.

There was a red bandana adorn on his head, with some beads weaved into the untamable hair. A red and white sash was tied around his waist, as was a belt. His pants were blue and his boots brown.

"It goes like this." He said, his hands held out in front of him, bouncing. "Yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me! We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot! Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me!" He sang, moving his hands around merrily. 

His merry features fell instantly though and he glared at the crew, " Now you try." He said sitting down and watching them sternly.

Some of them gave him a shaky glance before trying to sing off key themselves. "Yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me! We're pelage and we…" Jack hit his forehead, raising his eyes to the heavens.

"Why do I even bother?" He muttered to himself walking over to the side of the ship. He watched the water, eyes solid. That is until they landed on the form of something floating in the water. The captain raised his eyebrow looking around.

Was there a ship shadowing them? He couldn't see anything at all, they where in the middle of nowhere! Where could that figure have come from? "Men! Keep a sharp eye!" He said glaring about.

The struggling pirates all stopped their disgraceful behavior and looked around. Mr. Gibbs walked over to him, "Wha' is it cap'n?"  He asked looking around. Jack just pointed ahead.

Gibbs eyebrow's lifted at the sight before him. He leaned over the rail just a little to see who or what it was, and was surprised when he finally did make out what it was. "By the gods… that's a woman." The pirate muttered, still leaning forward.

Jack's brows lifted and he too leaned over the railing. True he was tempted to just push Mr. Gibbs over bored, but he sustained. And sure enough, floating on the water was a woman…or a girl. Jack may not be a gentleman…but he always helped a lady in distress! Always…it was a part of his personal code.

So what did he do? He jumped away from the side, tore off his leather boots and vest and dived off the side of the boat, without a warning. The crew gasped and went to the side of the boat curiously.

"Prepare to bring him up!" Gibbs commanded upon seeing what Jack was doing. The crew did just that as well, throwing out a rope into the water. Jack swam into the deep blue ocean, fearless and determined.

He reached the young woman and was surprised to see just how young she was. She couldn't be more then 16. Her face was pale and her breathing heavy. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face.

"Come on lass…" He whispered grabbing the young female around the middle and pulling her toward the ship. Her head lulled onto his shoulder, but he ignored it. Grabbing the rope waiting for them in the water, he was pulled on deck completely soaked with the company of the girl.

She lay there gasping for breath, but still with her eyes closed. She seemed to be in pain, and didn't look all that wonderful either. She was pretty and all, she just didn't look well. "Get her some blankets." Jack demanded his crew. He took the previous seat he was sitting in and watched her for a few moments, face scrunched up in concentration.

"Duncan I want you to take the crow's nest, watch for anything strange, this girl didn't just fall out o' the sky." He ordered to a middle-aged pirate with a crooked nose.

"Aye cap'n" He said climbing the rope latter to the highest bit of the ship.  Jack looked over to the girl again leaning forward with curiosity. Where had she come from? What was her name? Was she a spy? How long had she been floating out there? How was she able to float out there if she floated out there for so long?

There where so many questions and the girl still wheezed in her sleep. Why was she wheezing? Anamaria tended to her, finally suggesting the girl sleep in his room. "My room? Have you lost your mind?" He asked emphasizing his last sentence.

"No cap'n I just think your room would be the best for 'er…" She muttered glancing at Her. Jack glanced as well, and then shifted his gaze back to the woman before him, then back to the girl. He scratched his chin in thought.

"Fine. But if she touches a thing, I'll have her head! Savvy?" He replied shaking his finger, standing up as strait as possible. Guess he had to watch the ship's deck tonight…

That girl better wake up soon.

"Will… what are you doing out here?" Elizabeth muttered walking out onto the dock that her fiancé was standing on, her steps where each marked with a delicate 'clunk'. "It's nearly 10:00 at night."

The young man sat down at the end of the dock and starred off into the moonlit horizon. Elizabeth kneeled down, draping her arms around his shoulders.

He had been coming to the docks lately, just starring out into the open. When there was nothing. She always fallowed him, and brought him home. She didn't want her Will getting hurt or dishonored. She starred out at the spot he was starring at.

"Why do you come out here every night William Turner." She whispered, leaning on him. He looked down into his hands then looked back up smiling. It was in his blood to love the ocean, was it not? He looked at her delicate face that was resting on his shoulder.

"Well don't you think it's calming?" He muttered, just watching her. He loved just watching her. The ocean roared softly in front of him. But he had forgotten the beauty in front of him, and was only interested in the one beside him. How did she capture his attention so?

"Well I suppose. But its night…and this isn't the safest place for a person to be…" She muttered glancing his way. She kept watching the ocean though…and he was fine with that. She was worried about him. He let out a small laugh. "What?" She asked noticing that he was staring dreamily at her.

Her cheeks grew a bit rosy and her full lips pulled into a light smile. Will was already smiling of course. He couldn't help himself… he was going to marry this woman. She would be his forever and ever. They'd have little wills and Elizabeth's running around.

"Alright will…why are you staring at me in such a way?" She asked, her face almost becoming serious…almost… Will's smile only grew.

"You know Elizabeth… you're the most beautiful woman I ever met." Her muttered moving a strand of her sun kissed hair out of her beautiful face. The wind seemed to want it there though, because it just pushed it back.

She smiled and blushed more. She loved his little complements like that, they where so sweet and devoted. I mean sure…a lot of men told her that…but when this man told her that…it just made her smile. She glanced at the ocean one more time, hoping they would kiss.

And she saw something that was highly unexpected. She had just been staring at the water and it was empty, save a few boats. But now as she looked she could see a boy, just floating in the water. His head began to go under and she gasped.

"Will! A boy!" She shouted standing up and pointing. Will stood up immediately, looking over the bay area. And sure enough there was a boy, his head half under water.  "Quickly Elizabeth, go get some blankets!" he instructed before diving into the water.

It was ice cold, yet very refreshing. He ignored the claimant and rushed to the aid of the boy. He could take a dip later. Will hoisted the boy up from under his arms and dragged him to the dock, with a little trouble. The boy looked to be about 15 or 16. He had on funny looking spectacles and had a curious scar on his forehead.

He climbed up onto the deck, and laid the boy flat onto the dock. He pressed the side of his face to the boy's mouth, listing for breath. He definitely didn't need to be that close just to hear him. The boy let out a hard wheeze. Will jumped back with alarm.

Elizabeth chose that moment as her enter. She hurried to him; her dress pulled up slightly with one hand, some warm blankets in her other. She kneeled again next to her fiancé. The bride to be picked up the boy rolling him up in the three blankets she was carrying.

"Where did he come from?" Will asked watching him closely. Elizabeth informed him that some transportation was on the way. She had barrowed the blankets from a store not too far off. They of course only let her take them after she paid. So she didn't plan on bringing them back.

"I don't know…one second he wasn't there… then the next second I look out and I see him floating." She explained watching him. " Oh I do hope he wakes up soon…" She muttered bighting her lip.

The carriage had arrived and Will picked up the boy, carrying him to it, and laying him down on one side of it, him and Elizabeth taking the other side. "Oh Will do you think he will be ok?" She asked bighting her lip. Will only grasped her hand tightly.

"Everything will be alright darling…don't worry." He muttered soothingly to her. She just watched the boy, worry imprinted on her face. It was a long ride home… and when they got there, nurses where running all about, fussing about the boy on the warm feathered mattress. Will and Elizabeth just watched him from the doorway most of the time… and when they went to bed, Elizabeth would make excuses to walk past his room, and glimpse in to make sure he was still alive.

Hermione sat up clutching her head. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was being thrown into that stupid lake… where was she now? This wasn't the hospital wing…nor was it her dormitory…

Speaking of witch, she hoped that Lavender and Parvati where ok. She'd left them in a real bad situation. Her thoughts led back to Harry and Ron's bold attempt to save her. Oh god! What if the worst had happened? She said a silent prayer quickly, before standing up out of the snuggly bed she was just lying in.

And as she was about to make her way to the door, he legs gave way and she fell to the ground. She blinked looking down. Why had that just happened? Was she swaying?

"Oh…so you're awake then…" A man muttered walking into the room with a bottle of rum in his hand. His walk was staggered and he was almost breath taking. "What you doin' down there?" He questioned, taking a seat on a barrel, watching her.

"You know what…that's a good question…" She muttered, trying to stand up again, but he legs just would not move. She sighed and gave up trying. The man that had just come in the room didn't have the raspy voice of her attacker, so there was a mild trust for him.

She watched him…he watched her…it was like a mutiny down here. A staring contest. Hermione finally took a sniff… salt…water… was she on a boat?

"Alright…where am I? Who are you?" She muttered, examining the room. The man lifted his brow, and when she wasn't looking he did an impression of her bossiness behind her back. Her head snapped back at him sourly, and he just smiled.

"Well love, my name is Captain Jack Sparrow, and you are aboard my pride and joy, the Black Pearl." He said standing up, and opening his arms. Hermione lifted her brow and gathered all her strength, finally lifting from the ground.  "Are you sure you should be doin' tha'?" He asked taking a step forward.

Hermione sent a glare at him, and he stopped in his tracks, giving her a challenging stare. She gladly returned it, and they sat like that for god knows how long.

"So what is your name?" Jack asked never taking his dark orbs off of his opposites brown ones.

"Hermione Ann Granger." She replied bluntly. "Where on this planet are we?" She added, never removing her eyes from him.

"The Caribbean's love." He said with a slight smile, it wasn't returned. "How did you get here?" He asked a little more relaxed then the brunette before him.

"I got thrown into the water by a sinister evil man…after that I have no clue how I got here…before I was in a lake…in a forest…" She muttered, finally letting a little emotion into her voice and looking down into her lap. Jack knitted his eyebrows together and got a little closer. That didn't make sense at all. "And I was in the United Kingdom…"

"United Kingdom?" Jack asked bemused. Hermione lifted her eyebrow. Was this man on something? She remembered the bottle of rum and notified that as close enough. Alcohol is a very powerful thing…

"England?" She asked. Recognition swept over his features and he let out a long oooooh…. that was cut short with a small frown. "What?" Hermione looked at the man with sympathy.

"Its on the other side of the world!" She shouted at him with aggravation. She tended to be kinder to her superiors…but this man was obviously NOT her superior…he was just older.

"No I know that…your story makes no sense! You are a spy aren't you!" He lunged at her, breaking his empty rum bottle in the process. Hermione screamed and jumped back, falling to the ground in the quick movement of her week legs.

Jack lifted his brow, examining her again.  She didn't look like a spy…defiantly didn't act like one. "I'm not going to kill you little missy." He muttered, rolling his eyes. Hermione watched him a moment as he pulled her up.

She had to take things a little slower. Her legs wanted to collapse again. Where were Harry and Ron when you needed them? Those where the shoulders she needed to lean on…not the brut she was leaning on now. And then a thought stuck her.

She had stopped paying attention to the captain talking to her, urging her to stand up. She just started to sink. What if they didn't make it? What if that despicable man had done something completely horrific to them? Or maybe they where attacked by some wild monster.

How would she live with herself? Knowing that it was her fault for their deaths? That is if she ever saw England again… Jack watched her eyes start to pool. She wasn't listening to a thing he said, she was just hanging on him. She looked like a puppy that had just been severely beaten.

"Ms. Hermione…" He muttered, hoisting her up some more, before she fell to the ground again. Hermione glanced up, tears threatening to fall.

"Oh god…" She whispered, a quick moving tear trickling down her pale cheek quickly. Another soon fallowed and she was fighting a mental breakdown. She let go of the man's arms and now her only link to standing up was him.

"Ms. Hermione…" He muttered shaking her. But she didn't respond. She just stared at the warping wood of the cabin wall, and she cried. "What's the matter?" He muttered, sinking to the ground with her, figuring the standing battle was useless. 

"My friends…" She muttered, not noticing that she was almost in his lap, nor that her head was leaning on his chest. She'd care a lot if she had noticed though. She'd completely freak if she were mentally conscious and this close to him. "My friends… might be dead." More quick hot tears pored down her cheeks.

Jack was at a loss…what was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to hug her? Was he supposed to leave her? What would he want? …He was not going to let this young woman have rum that's for sure. So what should he do? So lost and confused, he just offered her a hug, and was surprised when she didn't protest.

She didn't hug him back, but she didn't protest. He starred at the wall, confused written on his manly features. Woman where so unpredictable…especially teenagers…

Hopefully this one would be fine… Hopefully.

After a day or two, Hermione regained her strength…or most of it. It was just enough to start her life as a pirate! She had yet to actually figure out that she was in the 1600s… but that shock would come later. "Mr. Sparrow… would you have something else I could where? It's rather awkward, walking around in my night clothing…" she muttered.

Jack was at the moment staring at his compass, then spinning the wheel before him. He paused a moment, spinning Hermione around and pointing her towards Anamaria. "Go see her, she's the closest thing to a woman we have round here." He whispered before turning back to his navigating.

Hermione walked timidly to the dark woman who seemed to be scolding a man with a parrot. It had taken her a few hours to figure out that this was a pirates ship, but with her smart intellect it wasn't that hard. She wondered what Jack meant when he said 'closest thing to a woman…

She shook her head, toughening up and walking to the woman. "Pardon me miss," she said standing behind her. Anamaria turned around with a half bored, half angry look.

"Aye?" She asked grumpily, resting her weight on her hips. Hermione's sudden courage flew out the window. Or off the deck if you must. She took a step back, her cheeks flushed

"Um… I was just wondering…do you happen to…um have…"Hermione fumbled with her words, she glimpsed up to see the smiling woman. She tilted her head. What? She looked like she was going to bight Hermione's head off a second ago… What happened? Hermione shook off the question, that wasn't important at the moment.

"Aye, you can wear some of me cloths…" She said smiling and walking below deck. Hermione blinked at her, before double-checking to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She seemed nice enough. "Are ya comin', or are ya comin'?" She asked dangerously.

Hermione rushed up to her and fallowed her to her sleeping quarters. It was so strange being on this ship… no one familiar…everyone was a little scary…even the parrot. "All right lass, get out of those cloths and let me help ya wit' your outfit." She said pulling out a lot of clothing for Hermione. Hermione gapped at the amount of clothing that was lain out before her.

Fist she put on the pants, tight, but comfortable at the same time. She put on the boots next, brown and actually pretty warm and snuggly. She put on an off white top, short sleeved, with the sleeve's slightly puffy, showing her recognition as a girl. And from then on, Anamaria took control.

She wrapped a beautiful scarf around Her waist, fastening a belt on over it. She latched a gold band around her upper arm, and several bracelets and an arm brace on her lower arm. Her hair was swept up into a similar scarf to the one she had around her waist and her jewelry made just the effect. Her earrings, ring, and necklace.

When she looked in Anamaria's mirror, she was amazed. It was not Hermione Ann Granger staring at her…but Hermione Granger the pirate…or at least she looked like one. Her last touch was some lipstick, darker then she preferred...but it still looked great on her.

"Me name's Anamaria by the way." She said extending her hand to her finished masterpiece. Hermione took her hand with a smile. "Hermione Granger at you service!" She responded shaking the older woman's hand. This was actually kind of fun…

Day's had gone by and the boy had yet to wake up. Elizabeth was getting worried that he would never wake up… Will came in the room and took her hand, giving her comforting words as usual.

He kissed her quickly with a goodbye then he would walk out of the room, and off to work, and Elizabeth would be left to fret over the young boy. Hopefully he would awaken soon…

She was sitting next to him one day, just watching him… and he began to stir. Her eyes opened and she watched him carefully. "Her-mione…" Was all that escaped his mouth.

Elizabeth tilted her head a little. Hermione? Maybe there was a story behind the boy? She squinted thinking to herself…what could have happened to him too keep him asleep so long?

A/N:

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