Silence: I don't own

Harry: she's being quiet today

Draco: she's just had her heart broken

Harry: oh...

Reunion thy name is Blaise

The ship docked, not two weeks later, at Misrath and all of the crew were practically jumping onto the land midway because of all the tension. Draco and Harry hadn't spoken to eachother in two weeks.Well.. actually it was more like Draco refused to exchange more then the minimal amount of words necessary to show respect for ones captain. The most he had said to the tallerman was , "Yes sir and No sir"and this was starting to wear on Harry's nerves. On top of that, the James' Heart crew had officially decided that they did not like Captain Renae, though for reasons unknown to most. On top of all that, Renae's crew wasn't blending in very well, they still seemed to think that though their captain was at peace, they were not and continuously started brawls between the two groups. All in all it caused for a rather tense environment.

Draco was one of the first off the ship once it had docked, dashing into the crowded streets before anyone had a chance to deterr him. He let out a small breath and brushed a few strands of silvery blonde hair from his eyes as the milling people camoflauged him from unwanted viewers. Once safely out of sight of Jame's Heart, he slowed his pace, walking almost lazilly from stand to store, from pub to church and back. Stopping in front of a particularly intersting set up, he peered at one of the silver rings laying on a piece of old deer skin. The ornament sparked a memory in his mind that he couldn't quite grasp and he found himself staring at it, struggling to remember. Just as he grasped the edges of the thought a sharp shove pulled him from his musings.

The push caused him to lose his balance(he was still trying to get his land legs). He put his arms out, bracing himself for the fall... but it never came. Instead, large, warm hands wrapped themselves around his upperarms and lifted him back to his feet. Shaking his hair out and mumbling a thank you, Draco didn't bother to inspect his savior... until..

"How are you, Drake?" The silver eyed beauty almost gave himself whiplash as he jerked to look up as smiling brown eyes covered by even darker brown hair.

"B...Blaise?" Draco stuttered, the taller boy nodded, spreading his arms out to welcome him in a hug. The smaller boy let out a rather girlish squeel before all but jumping into his old friends arms. Blaise spun around in a circle, lifting Draco's feet of the ground as he went. Between giggles, Draco asked,

"Where have you been? Father looked all over for you after you disappeared!" He buring his face into the older man's shoulder, holding on tighter as if afraid that he might run away if he held him too loose.

"I went west of the Meditteranian Sea to search for the lost treasure of the Nile." Blaise replied simply, shrugging while still holding the blonde haired boy in his arms. He smiled down at his young friend before letting him go. Draco stumbled slightly tring to get his footing again, before bringing his hands to his hips and pouting at the brown eyed boy.

Blaise couldn't help but laugh at the sight. A pale blonde standing in the middle of a bustling street filled with dark skinned sea men, looking like an english princess and pouting at that!

"Don't you dare laugh at me, Blaise Zambini!" Draco growled, "You just left! Without telling anyone? Not even saying good bye! What was I suppose to think! I thought you were dead!" Blaise sombered at this and offered a gentle smile,

"But I'm not dead, love, I'm fine." Draco continued to pout, but it seemed more out of principle then anything, "And what are you doing these days, whelp?"

"I'm the first mate on the James' Heart." The italian man did a double take,

"Come again?"

"You heard me."

"Wow." He was now leading the silver eyed thief toward a small pub nearer the docks, "How'd you pull that off?"

"I... umm.." Draco gave an apologetic frown before shaking his head, "Not yet." Blaise gave an understanding nod and ordered them a couple of drinks.

"And am I to meet this Captain Potter that is so famous?" He asked, sipping on his rum and looking expectantly at Draco. Draco was still staring disgustedly at the run down pub with it's worn floors and smelly occupants.

"I suppose..." Suddenly his mood brightened, "Maybe you could come sail with us!" He was practically jumping out of his seat and Blaise smirked,

"Perhaps." Looking at the position of the sun he let out a little yelp, "You'll be needing to get back, whelp. If I know captains, which I do, I would expect he'd be wanting to set said at sunset and by the looks of it, your already late." Draco choked on his drink, then grabbed Blaise's hand,

"Well come on!" He forcefully dragged the brown haired man from the pub and up the street, before he soon realized that Blaise was leading him. By the time they reached the sip, they were practically falling over eachother with laughter and Blaise had to catch Draco before he lost his balance and fell onto the hard deck of the ship.

"Easy there, whelp, wouldn't want to hurt that pretty face of yours."

"My face is pretty, isn't it?" Draco laughed, flinging his arms around Blaise's neck and burying his face in his chest to stiffle his giggles.

"What's going on?" A deep voice brought the two back to reality. Draco turned, his arms still around the italian's neck, to face a red faced captain.

"Where the hell have you been? You were suppose to be here thrity minutes again! We haven't see you all day! What were you thinking!" Harry stalked toward them, hands balled into fist and eyes narrowed in rage, "And who's your little friend?" Harry finished, practically breathing fire. Draco's eyes narrowed and and let go of Blaise to better face Harry.

"What do you care? You had no problem with ignoring me when your precious Renae's all over you." The two glared at eachother, practically nose to nose.

"Err.. I'm Blaise Zambini, a friend of Draco's" Blaise offered his hand to Harry, who took it rather roughly.

"And I suppose you've been invited to join our crew have you?" The green eyed captain sneered. Draco growled and stomped off toward Hermione who was watching the scene with amused eyes.

"err.. well.."

"Fine! Whatever, s'not like it's MY ship or anything. Thinks he can just sign up any bloody stranger..." Harry continued talking to himself as he stomped off in the opposite direction. Blaise was thoroughly confused by now and shook his head, trying to make sense of what had just happened. When he looked up he saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen standing in front of him.

"Hello, welcome to the James' Heart"

Silence: okay, so I need to know weather or not Blaise should be gay or straight (in other words is the "beautiful creature" a girl or a boy?)

Draco: told you she couldn't make decisions on her own

Harry: that's why we're here

Draco: maybe you! I'm just here to look pretty and get shagged

Harry: really?

Draco: yes

Silence: that was a stupid conversation...ps. my heart has healed