Disclaimer: Harry potter is not mine, and neither are the characters, POTC is not mine, though I fantasize that it is. Bart is mine and as are a few miscellaneous characters in this chapter. (I have a blanket too…it's gotten me through so much….u.u)

A Pirates Time for Me

Chapter 3: A Crew of Cads and Awakening

Hermione was standing on the deck of the Black Pearl staring out at the ocean. The ship was moving and the light breeze was pushing her hair through the air swiftly. The haunting thought of Harry and Ron had not left her mind… but she was trying her best to be collected and fun.

After all…was she not on a pirate's ship? Jack had ordered some of the men to fix up a bed for Hermione near Anamaria, Hermione was a little disappointed though…she'd miss the captain's cabin. Her new living area was not as glorious as the one she had been sleeping in before.

"Ms. Granger…" Mr. Gibbs said strolling up to the troubled teen. Hermione glanced over her shoulder and spotted the large man instantly. He was strange… always going on about how unlucky it is to have woman aboard…or how unlucky it is to wake up before the sun arises…or how unlucky it was to… "Ms Granger…" The man repeated.

Hermione was snapped out of her listing and she looked over at the plump man with a calm look. "Yes?" She asked when he didn't say what he wanted to say…or anything for that matter. He was staring over the girls shoulder, eye's wide.

"Cap'n! Cap'n! I's the Mary!" Hermione blinked as the man turned on his stubby heals and ran to Jack. She lifted her eyebrow, looking into her previous sight.

Around a corner came a large sized ship, not bigger then the pearl, but still a relatively large ship. On the very front of the ship there was a statue of a lady, seizing her own hands. She almost seemed to be singing harmoniously to the ocean, calling the dolphins that hopped along side her.

Captain Jack had run up beside Hermione and stared over the sun kissed ocean at the boat approaching them. Hermione blinked looking at the Captain. "What is it Mr. Sparrow?" She asked, looking back at the boat again.

He seemed to be debating something in his mind. Without uttering a word, he seized Hermione's shoulders and looked her strait in her brown curious eyes. "Go hide in the lowest part of the ship. I don't want to see a string of your hair!" He demanded, his voice slurred just slightly.

Hermione's eyes widened in fear. What the hell was going on? But the honor filled girl would do what she was told. She nodded before dashing off to a good hiding spot far beneath the deck.

She could just make out Jack's shout from her hiding spot. "Kill whoever was keeping watch! Throw him overboard or do something! I don't want to see him on the Pearl again!" His voice was perilous, his accent completely clear. Wow…pirates were harsh… one foul up and a guy gets banished…She supposed that Jack was doing it for the ship's sake though.

A few moments later the familiar dark skinned pirate came down to her hiding spot. She sat underneath the wine holder with Hermione, pulling a blanket over them. Hermione watched her wondering why she was hiding as well. The girl pieced together what was happening in her intellectual mind…what could be happening and why the only two woman, her and Anamaria, where the ones sent to hide?

And it hit her hard and fast. It was completely palpable. How could she be so slow, she should have figured it out the moment she saw the dark beauty walk down there! They where the only woman on the ship! Hermione glanced over at the pissed off woman beside her.

"Anamaria…" She whispered, Anamaria looked over to Hermione quickly, her face graced with a frown. Hermione, noticing she had the woman's attention, continued, " Why are we hiding?" She asked

"Because we're women…" She said the words with such a distaste Hermione wanted to back away. But she stood her ground. The witch, of course, had already figured that much out though.

"I know that…but why are we hiding because we're women?" She asked, feeling a little ashamed about how unclear her last sentence had come out. Anamaria lifted her brow at Hermione.

"Did you see that ship out there? With the beautiful women on the front?" She asked, pointing to the stairs. Hermione nodded, figuring that that was obviously the source of the problem. "The cap'n of tha' ship is a dirty scoundrel. If the boat he's attacken has just the smallest woman on board, he captures um, and the lord only knows what he does wit' um afta that…"

Hermione's eyebrow's lifted high, that didn't sound pleasant at all. She wished she could know what was happening far above them…but she was quite happy to be hidden. Anamaria, though, wasn't as thrilled to be hiding. Hermione could tell, just by looking at her, that she was one tough cookie.

"Cap'n Jack made me hide down here…Rotten old scoundrel. He knows damn well that I can take care o' me self!" She growled out. Hermione glanced her way, so that was why she looked so pissed off. The girl curled up, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"He's probably just thinking about your safety…" Hermione almost whispered, a few strands of hair flopping over her delicate face as she rested her head on her knees. Anamaria watched her from the corner of her eyes. Wonder what she was thinking just then…

Hermione knew that if this were the same situation, with Harry and Ron, involving magic, they'd do the same thing even though she was perfectly capable of taking care of her self. But that just showed that they cared and at the time, she would probably think them rotten old scoundrels as well. Although when she thought about it now, she should thank them for their protection, not discourage them.

Just thinking about them made her want to cry…but she wouldn't, not on her life. She had promised her self she would mourn no more, with that scene in the captain's cabin. But she wanted to…she really wanted to. She blinked away the tears and kept her eyes focused on the wall.

Jack quickly shooed Anamaria down to join Hermione below deck. He would have no woman from his crew joining the Mary. Captain Bart o' Mangerly was not a man to be underestimated. When the Mary was in calling range Jack ran to the closest point to the ship.

"Mangerly! State your business?" He called over to the smaller ship. A man walked to the tip of the ship and waved one arm around. He had a gray beard that stopped at about his shoulder blades. His hair was long and matted and he had on a large green hat. They could probably fit another full boat between the Pearl in the Mary, but there wasn't any around.

"Oi! If it isn't Cap'n Jack Sparrow! I thought ye was dead!" The tanned man called back. Jack rolled his eyes, the pirate knew very well that he was alive, everyone knew! He was Captain Jack Sparrow. The infamous captain smiled falsely, as if he really didn't give a damn…but he would say he did. The smile fell instantaneously. 

"It seems you were misinformed." He called back. He folded his hands neatly behind his back, leaning forward just slightly. There was a very audible raspy annoying laugh emitting from the opposite ship. "I'll ask again Mangerly! What be your business with the Pearl?!" It was obvious that Jack did not like the opposite Captain. For some indefinite reason though the pirate on the other vessel seemed to be enjoying himself…a little too much.

Jack held tight to his sword. Bart O' Mangerly was not one to be trusted. He was a scoundrel and a brut. God only knows how many offspring he had out there! Unfortunately though, his ship was in no condition to fight. Just the week before finding Hermione they had a run in with a few pirates. The ship was just stable enough to get them to Port Royal.

"Why Jack-"

"Captain Jack…" Jack corrected

"Captain Jack, me ships had a bit oh bad luck, I was wonderin' if we could have a little wager… you know, I give you something you give me something…" He said, tapping his fingertips lightly together and smiling greedily. Jack rolled his eyes. He would shut that bastard on the spot… but he didn't have the backup.

"Fine you can come on me ship to discuss this. I will decide what is givin and what is not." Jack dully called as a board fell from the opposing ship onto the Pearl. He restrained himself though, still fingering his sword. Peace…peace….peace…peace…peace…no Jack don't slit his throat….peace…peace….

The pirate flashed his decaying choppers before climbing over to the pearl. He shook Jack's hand once he arrived and walked over to the port side. Jack fallowed him over, after whipping his hand on his vest, and looked at him. "Well Cap'n…wouldn't it be better if we did this a little more discretly?" the older pirate whispered, glaring at all the men on the deck. Jack didn't move.

"You have something to say, my crew would most likely be a part in it and there's no fun in searching the deck for a place to veil your 'misrepresented' plots..." Jack muttered, just loud enough for his crew to hear, there were a few 'ayes!' and a few 'arrs' and some grunts, and a man even spit. The pirates face faltered a moment, but he regained his greedy smile no sweat.

"Aye…I understand… I want whatever woman you have on your deck…I'll give you whatever ye want…" Jack was expecting this…but the bluntness of the man shocked him. He shook his head, turning away towards the sea. What to say? What to say?

He turned back, boldly staring the man in his amber eyes. " There isn't a lass on me ship…not one…" As he said 'one' he put up his index finger. Mangerly seemed incredulous. Jack had a story, and he was sticking to it.

"Me think you're not tellin' me the truth." The old pirate growled out. There was a cry from below deck and Jack's head shot around. Could that yellow bellied pot mouthed liar have someone on his ship, his back was turned on the starboard side the whole time, leaving it wide open. A pirate from the opposite ship could have easily climbed onto his ship. He mentally cursed.

It was Hermione who was screaming of course, Anamaria would never scream, even if her life depended on it.

Hermione was beginning to fall asleep. She hadn't gotten much sleep, thanks to her bed's position, but now that she was sitting up on solid wood, she was feeling drowsy. Anamaria was closely listening to what was happening up stairs, though it was a little harder, Mangerly must be on the ship.

Hermione's eyes drifted up and down, debating on if they wanted to close all the way or not. To sleep? Not to sleep? To sleep? Not to sleep? To sleep? Not to—

KLUNK

Hermione's eyes snapped open and she eyed the room carefully. Was there someone there?  Anamaria pulled the younger girl closer and told her to stop breathing so hard. True, the dark skinned pirate felt madly ashamed to be hiding under some stupid wine holder. "Is someone there?" She whispered. Anamaria shushed her, putting a finger over her lips.  If there was someone there they hadn't made much noise…

KLANK

Hermione took her last thought back, tensing up. Don't breath, don't breath, don't breath. Unfortunately though in her mental convincing…she had stopped breathing, her face started to change slowly to purple. She couldn't hold it anymore! She gasped for breath, none too quietly might I add. Quickly placing a hand over her mouth she waited. And waited…

"Anamaria…I don---"

Anamaria shushed her again. Hermione was not taking a hint… She rolled her eyes admitting defeat. She should have retreated earlier though; because just then a disgustingly filthy face reared it's head under the wine holder and strait into the woman's face. Hermione screamed. Her voice was pulsing and loud and annoying and just so many things at once. The man dragged her out from under and another pulled out Anamaria. The pirate spit in the tyrant holding her back's face.

"What 'ave we here?" The man muttered sniffing Hermione's hair. Hermione shirked again. The man gripped her upper arm tightly, making her snap her mouth shut. "Shut up ya wench!" The pirate demanded. Anamaria glared at the man holding the young woman.

"Get your hands off her you disgusting cad!" She yelled at him. He just graced her with the most annoying of smiles. They started to drag the woman to the deck, moving slowly (thanks to Anamaria's constant struggling), but moving all the same. Hermione was dead scared; she did not like the feeling of the man pressing his strong thumb into her inner upper arm. It really hurt.

"The cap'n will be pleased with these new wench's!" One of the bulky men said roughly, and prideful. It took two of the big strong pirates to hold down Anamaria, and just one to hold Hermione. The other goons laughed and they neared the entrance to the main deck.

Jack spun back around and glared daggers at the smiling man. How had he done it? The sneaky little beggar. Jack folded his arms, shifting his wait. "How did you do it cap'n? How did you know?" He asked, wavering a little more. The opposing Captain just smiled confidently.

"Because…" He said opening his arms widely. Jake lifted his brow to his bandana. "You're Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jake thought this over a moment. What better reason to run him in then this? He smiled brightly, placing his hand on his sword.

"Ah, looks like you found me out mate…" He muttered pulling out his sword and stabbing into the elder man's upper chest forcefully. Mangerly's eye's widened in sudden horror. He had a sword sticking out of his chest… and he was standing there… growing cold. He gasped for breath.

But it was a loosing battle. He placed his hands on his chest before pulling out the sword. He looked at the sword, then at Jack. Jack was smiling, prideful and gallant. The Captain dropped the sword before falling backwards off the ship, and into the cold ocean. He stepped forward and grabbed his sword, pulling out a handkerchief and whipping the crimson blood off of it.

He sheathed it before turning to the rest of the crew. He smiled placing his hands on his hips. " The ship is yours mates! Be gone with you! I expect 25% of the gold and the rest can be divided among you fine gentlemen!" He said turning on his heal and glancing into the water. The floating form of the deceased captain starred at the purple and pink sky.  Jack smiled again before witnessing his sailor's rade the smaller ship in frenzy, hollering a death sentence.

He walked over to the other side of the boat and looked into the water and could already see the multiplying men floating. Ah being a pirate was grand! "Mr. Sparrow!" Hermione called. Jack looked toward the girls, and saw them struggling to get free. Actually Hermione was struggling to get free, Anamaria was finishing off the cads that had grabbed her.

Jack walked up behind the man and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. The man turned around and saw Jack smiling; he was leaning close to the man. " Pardon me mate." He said his gold teeth shining in the sun. The pirate was bemused. "That's my passenger." He said pointing to Hermione and smiling. "If you don't give her back, you'll suffer the dire consequences." He said, standing strait up again, fixing his vest and looking all manly and rugged.

The pirate raised his brow. "No can do sir, I ha--" what the end of the pirates tale of woe was, the world will never know for Jack chose just that moment to recycle lost trash, punching the man squarely between the eyes. He tossed him over board with a sigh. "I warned ya mate." Hermione placed her hand over her chest, saying a silent prayer. The lord loved her he truly, truly did!

Hermione scurried over to the port side and stared out over the ocean. Her eyes landed on Mangerly, still starring over the sky. She scrunched up her delicate features. The man looked strangely familiar. She leaned over the edge for a closer look, but the Captain grabbed her by the hips, placing her away from the side. " Sorry Ms. Granger, we don't need any women over board again." He said with a wink, before retreating to his captain cabin.

Elizabeth walked past the boy's room for the 50th time that day. Will was at the smithy and she was at home doing nothing. Unfortunately there was a group of woman downstairs who needed entertaining. Elizabeth made a motion for the stairs but stopped herself, remembering just how bothersome all those woman were. She glanced into Harry's room, watching him quietly.

She slumped into a cushiony red chair sitting on the side of the hall. Maybe she could sneak out the window and go see Will! She jumped to her feet walking to the window humming merrily to her plan. Unfortunately…

"Ms. Swann?" Elizabeth jumped just as she was unlatching the window. She gasped, turning around quickly. Before her was a group of 5 woman. They seemed to be standing in the formation of ducks? When ducks head south for the winter and they all get in a V. The woman that had called on her stepped forward.

Their leader… her hair was gray with strips of white and she had on an ugly gray umbrella like dress. She was wearing black shoes and was down right scary looking! The widowed woman had a large hairy mole just above her lip, and it seemed as large as a rash. Her lips were thin and pressed together, her eye's gray slits.

"May I help you ma'am?" Elizabeth said innocently, batting her eyes. The woman just looked at the window. Elizabeth smiled nervously, thinking up an excuse as best she could. She actually came up with a fairly good one. "I was just opening the window, it's blazing hot in here." She said fanning herself with her hand.

A woman standing next to the leader was lifting her eyebrow at Elizabeth. Her eyes where amber and malicious. Her lips full and a bit too bulgy. She was dressed from head to foot in pink. Her dress was huge ad pink and actually it was quite lovely. Her hair was brown and just tinted gray and her hands where adorn by at least 5 rings.

Fortunately the woman couldn't say any thing about her fatal escape, because they where trying to be polite houseguests. Elizabeth just couldn't place why though; she had ditched them numerous times. Why did they even come over if they new that she didn't like their presence?

At that moment the boy in the forgotten room chose to groan. Elizabeth's eyes widened and she pushed past the guests. "I'm sorry lady's. I have a guest that needs tending too…" She muttered and rushed to the open door. And there sat the boy rubbing his head and grimacing. He looked around the room and his eyes widened.

"Where am I?" His voice stained with an English accent and his emerald orbs never stopped skimming the room. Elizabeth smiled brightly. She walked to the boy slowly, watching him. Finally the young man's eye's landed on Elizabeth.

"Finally…your awake. Did you have a nice rest?" She asked sitting in the chair beside his bed. The boy blinked at her, before scratching his head again. This was so strange.

"Do I know you? Maybe Madam Pomfrey got an assistant?" He mused to himself. Elizabeth lifted her thin eyebrow. He watched the girl for a moment and she sighed quite audibly.  She extended her hand though, ignoring his emerald orbs.

"My name is Elizabeth Swann, soon to be Elizabeth turner. It's nice to meet you." He grabbed her hand, almost debating weather it was safe or not.

"Harry potter…" He mutter shaking it, if he died he died, if he didn't he didn't. If it truly was his time then it was meant to be. Her hand was soft and warm. He smiled just at the feel. It almost seemed familiar. Then a thought stuck Harry.

Unfortunately he couldn't say anything because a group of woman burst into the room. Harry's eyes widened and he retreated back. The brunette woman went completely insane. Harry knew his time was near… "Oh Ms. Swan! You've been hiding him, haven't you? Oh he is handsome." The widowed woman said. Elizabeth's eyes widened. Where these not woman in there late 40s? Hitting on the poor Harry? Oh he must be traumatized!

"Please Ms. Umbre… He's just a boy. He's been asleep for nearly a week now and it would be terrible if he where shocked unconscious!" She said positioning herself between the 5 ladies and Harry. Harry's eyebrow's shot into his bangs. A whole week?

Harry massaged his arms; it felt like he'd just gotten out of the water about an hour ago! His skin still tingled and he seemed a little winded. Had Hermione felt the same sensation? Where was Hermione? Who was the man that stole her? How was Ron?  Where was Hermione? His eye's widened at all the answers he didn't have.

He would have to have them! He was sure Elizabeth knew a little bit. She had to have. The woman who where aligned all glared at her. The brunette was still smiling at Harry though. She caught his eye and winked. His eyes widened and he looked away, obviously disgusted. She was old enough to be his mother!

"I am sorry ladies but today's tea will have to be canceled. You all need to leave, please." Elizabeth muttered, herding the woman out of the room. They waved to Harry, glared at Elizabeth, and pointed their noses into the air before heading home. Elizabeth watched them until they where outside before rushing upstairs to Harry.

"Sorry about them. They're a bit batty." Elizabeth muttered sitting beside Harry once more. Harry nodded, folding his arms.

"So where am I?" He questioned again. Elizabeth smiled lightly, relaxing a little. Harry's emeralds watched her, she watched him with her chocolate orbs.

"Your in Prot Royal Mr….Potter was it?" Harry nodded. Port Royal… he had never heard of Port Royal. His face screwed up in confusion. Port Royal…seemed interesting enough…the name at least. Was there Royalty in Port Royal?  He'd save that question for another time.

"Please Ms. Swann, call me Harry." Elizabeth gave a small laugh before nodding, and Harry continued. " How did I get here?" He looked around the room with a slight sigh. Elizabeth thought a moment.

"Well Harry…" She paused at his name. " William, the man I will marry, and I were sitting on the docks, " She said biting her nail, recalling the event. "I was only there because I had been fallowing Will, making sure he was safe and such. We where talking and I saw you floating in the water, Will jumped in and saved you, then you brought you back here." Her voice had speed up sometime in the middle of the sentence that made Harry wonder, but he shrugged it off.

So somehow he had ended up in an ocean? And He was lying in a bed that he had been sleeping in for a week. He didn't have his wand, nor anything to protect himself. And he was still dreadfully worried about Hermione.

"Hermione!" He exclaimed. Elizabeth blinked a moment. That wasn't her name…had something been knocked loose in the boy's head.

"My name is Elizabeth…"

"No!"

"Yes it is--"

"No! I mean yes…but no!"

"I beg your par--"

"Hermione!"

"No, my name is Elizabeth…"

"No! That isn't what I mean!" Harry said hitting himself in the head…. He regretted it a moment later though… He shook is head and Elizabeth just gave him that 'Are you an insane-freak?' look, cocking her head slightly. " Ms. Swann, when you found me was I alone? Or was there a girl…anywhere near by?" He asked fearfully. Elizabeth's eyes widened, he had a lost lady friend!

She bit her nail again, thinking the scene over in her head. He was the only one there. The boy was probably insanely frightened. What would she do if she had lost Will in a sea wreck? She'd go completely insane! She shook her head. "No Harry, there was no one else." She said, feeling guilty for the boy.

Harry's eyes widened…where could she go? Was she alone? Was she scared? Was she crying? Was she even alive?! He clenched his fist, then unclenched them. He couldn't loose, Hermione she was too important! His eyes welled up, and e looked down. If Voldermort wanted him dead he had as good as done it…

"Harry…" Elizabeth started. He placed his hand up though. His action was slow, yet strong, and he didn't look up once. Elizabeth stood up and left the room, sending one last glance at Harry. She wouldn't disturb the boy, He disserved a little privacy.

Elizabeth almost seemed to float down the stairs, her bell dress swaying gracefully. What had happened to Harry to put him in such a state? Well obviously he lost his friend… but… how did he end up there? Right out of nowhere. She shook her head, trying to figure out a way that the boy could have gotten there…but her mind was drawing a blank.

Hermione? Harry had muttered her name when he was sleep. There was a mystery here that needed solving and by gods, she would solve it! She would get to the bottom of this…Harry was a strange boy; he'd take a while to decode. Will should be home soon, so she could talk it over with him. She's would help Harry to the best of her ability, and that was a promise.

A/N

Hi guys *very tired…* I didn't get a one wink of sleep last tight….-.- I'm so tired, but I can't go to sleep. Well I'm sorry it took so long to get this Chapter out…school started and I have biology, Language arts, and World reigns and keyboarding, so I'm super busy. I will try and type more; I'm really having a lot of fun with this story! And thank you guys for reviewing, it really means a lot to me!

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