A Pirates Life for Me
By Skye-Chan12
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that is a right only claimable to Ms Rowling and Pirates of the Caribbean rights are all Disney's, I'm just a wanna-be writer who has to many ideas to write and draw but never enough time.
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The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.
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Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he managed to escape from his witch-rescuer to the porch. Looking out over the jungle, Harry breathed in the humid air with a content grin on his face as he leaned on the newly repaired railing.
"Mind if I join you?" Harry looked over his shoulder to see the Pirate Captain leaning on the door trim looking very suave.
"Not at all." Harry answered with a grin.
Jack smirked and sauntered over beside the wizard, "It's warmer out here..." Jack commented.
"Miss Tia had me put cooling charms all around the house." Harry answered the hinted question.
"Nifty, that is." Jack flashed Harry a grin, showing off his gold teeth.
"It is, isn't it?" Harry smiled back at the pirate. "It's always seemed so surreal, with a wave of my hand I can do the chores that had taken me hours to do as a child in only seconds."
Jack's gaze never wavered from Harry, as he took in all of the boy's features. Blemish free face, clean and smooth of stubble, high cheekbones similar to his own, flawless teeth the likes of which he had never seen, and stunning green eyes. Beauty was beauty in Jacks mind and while his first thoughts upon seeing the boy had been on bedding him, now they wandered in the dangerous territory of imagining the benefits of taking Harry with him - to get back the Pearl and beyond...
"What do you think of Tia?" Jack probed, watching as Harry's nose wrinkled slightly before he flashed a bright smile.
"I am more grateful to her then you'll ever know." Harry murmured softly, his mind skating around the dark thoughts of the Solitude. "I know that I hurt her by refusing to be her lover and I hope that in time she can forgive me."
"You shouldn't feel obligated to sleep with someone just because you owe a debt to them." Jack tried to comfort the boy, "Though if everyone were to act that way, what a world that would be..."
Harry laughed at this and Jack heard the sound of the boy's joy echo through the night causing him to grin like a fool.
"Do you intend to stay here?" Jack asked.
Harry looked out into the night at the fog hovering over the water and the soft glow of lightning bugs bobbing in and out. "I'll stay as long as Tia wants me here..." Jack nodded sadly at this causing Harry to want to explain himself further, "I owe her that..."
Jack sighed and looked out across the winding river, gathering his thoughts before speaking again. "I'm going to go after Barbosa and get me ship back..." "Alone?" Harry interrupted, the word practically saturated with worry. "I's not like anyone would be crazy enough to help me. Especially with all of the stories that have been floating around the Pearl these days."
"What stories?" Harry asked, knowing that he was digging himself into a hole that he may not be able to get out of.
"They say that the crew is cursed..." Jack murmured softly for effect, "That th' Black Pearl is now no more then a ghost ship that is crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil, that hell itself spat him back out."
Harry swallowed hard, his hero complex was begging to be let loose to go and join Jack and fight for his justice. "You can't do it alone."
"Like I said, who would go with me?" Jack turned and looked Harry directly in the eyes.
"I would." Harry's voice was so quiet that he dared to think for a moment that Jack hadn't heard his utterance.
"Would you?" Jack's voice sounded so full of hope that Harry almost thought that he would say yes, before his thoughts turned to early conversation and of Miss Tia.
"If I wasn't already obligated to Miss Tia..." Harry shook his head as if to throw his forbidden thoughts out of his ears before turning to head back inside, only to be stopped by a stern faced Tia Dalma.
"Was' this?" Tia demanded, her gaze moving from Harry to Jack.
"I told young Harrison Potter of my plans to get back the Pearl and he believes it is to dangerous to go by me wanty self. I then ask who and he offers himself to aid me in my cause, but it seems that he feels to obligated to your person to join me."
Tia then turns to a grimacing Harry, "Is dis true?"
Harry just shrugged, sure that a vocal answer would only bring on the volatile witches furry.
"Well don feel obligated t' me! I di fine before ya got here, I'll be fine af'tr ya leave." Tia shook her head with sass and wagged her finger at the powerful wizard.
"So does that mean he can go?" Jack asked, his hands pressed together in a prayer like motion.
"If he wans, den I'm no' gonna stop im." Tia answered before turning and marching back into the house.
Jack did a victory 'dance' before turning to Harry with a grin. "Now ye can go!"
"It seems that was your plan all along." Harry didn't know whether to be angry at the pirate or not.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." The pirate said trying to look both pompous and innocent at the same time.
"Right." Harry's face twisted into a half smile at the pirates antics before turning indoors.
"Be ready first thing in the morning!" Jack called in to the boy who just shook his head as a sign of having heard him. Jack turned back to the view with a triumphant smirk glued to his face.
His gaze though was momentary caught by the little long boat that was bobbing in the shallows of Tia's dock. He had manage to barter passage from a ship in Tortuga to take him as far as the closest 'up river', to which they gave him the bobbing boat and wished him good riddance.
He knew he wouldn't be able to reach port in a longboat and even if he did, it would make quite a scene if he and Harry arrived from sea in it. Scouring the local's homes for anything he could 'borrow', Jack's attention was caught by the sound of humming coming from below him.
Leaning over the edge, Jack caught sight of another boat docked at Tia's port, it was a small but it could last at sea long enough to get him somewhere he could get something more suitable to go after a score of pirates. The hummer was soon revealed to be Tia's friend Anna-Maria, who seemed to be securing the boat for the night.
"Staying over then are you?" Jack called down.
Anna looked up and caught sight of Jack, "Aye, I'll be leavin' in the morning, Tia jus needed someone to keep her from doing anything she'd regret."
"Then I'm very happy you're choosing to stay." For more then one reason… Jack grinned and pulled himself back up. Everything was laying itself out for him. It wouldn't be long now before he had the Pearl under him and Harry beside him. Life was finally looking up.
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Harry was having a very good dream, nothing perverted mind you, but simple and sweet. However, if you'll notice the verb tense, Harry WAS having a very good dream. Now, however, he was no longer dreaming, but trying to scoot away from the evil poking finger of doom, which was currently attacking his shoulder.
"Harrison love, it's time to wakie-wakie." Jack voice split through the fog of sleep clouding his mind.
"Wha time izit" Harry demanded as he rose stiffly from the cot.
"You don't want to know." Jack muttered before pulling the boy to his feet. "You have everything?" Harry nodded numbly patting his pockets to double check that his new stick of holly was still there. "Good, lets go."
With that, he lead Harry slowly through the maze of lizard guts and drying poison plants as quietly as possible (though thanks to Harry's home makeover the going was a lot easier with no squeaking floorboards to give them away).
"Why are we sneaking?" Harry whispered.
Jack paused in mid-step to take a moment to think before continuing and answering, "Don't want to wake Tia up this early in the morning or she'll have our ears."
"WHY are we leaving this early?" Harry hissed, eying a string of mummified ears as they passed.
"The key to arriving where you want to be at a decent hour requires you to leave at an early hour." Jack answered as they made it to the door and began to descend down the steps.
Leading Harry to Anna-Maria's boat, he undid the ropes binding it to the dock and threw them aboard before jumping aboard himself.
Handing Harry one of the oars he directed him to dip it into the water until he met ground and then push them forward. It didn't take long before they were out of sight of Tia's and Jack breathed a sigh of relief.
"How long before we reach open water?" Harry asked, though he was having no problems doing his part to push the boat threw the shallow waters, he was hoping that they would be able to reach open waters soon so he could take a catnap.
"It's not much further I don't think." Jack answered from his standing perch, where he carefully guided the boat away from the too shallow parts. "It changes every time, and usually you end up somewhere different then where you came in."
Harry nodded such a thing would have been considered a normal occurrence back home. That thought caused him to grimace slightly before he shook off all thoughts of 'home' and focused on the sights ahead. He was in the bloody Caribbean. While it was a little dirtier then he expected, he couldn't be happier.
It was during that thought process, that they turned a bend in the river, and Harry found that his breath was caught in his throat. There was the sea, shining before him in the early morning daybreak.
"Beautiful, in't." Jack's voice whispered in his ear, all Harry could do was nod, his mouth still drawn open in awe as he looked out across the waters.
"Come on love, let's get to and set the sails." Jack swaggered to the mast and prepared the sail.
"So where are we heading?" Harry asked joining Jack and attempting to help.
"Ah!" Jack then grinned happily, pulling out a small black box from his effects and opening it to reveal a compass. The needle spun around for a bit before settling on a point to their left. "We go that way."
"What's that way?" Harry asked watching as the sail gathered wind and began pulling them forward at a faster pace.
"The closest port." Jack said checking his compass one last time to be sure that their heading was right before taking a seat on the deck.
Harry looked out across the ocean, smelling the salt in the air and feeling the mist of the sea. Life, it seemed, was perfect.
"Come, come." Jack called to the spellbound boy, patting a spot on the deck beside him. "I's your turn to tell me about yourself."
Harry smiled and plopped down beside the pirate captain. "What do you want to know?"
"Tell me about magic." Jack requested, his eyes lighting up.
"Umm, well..." Suddenly Harry realized something that was probably quite obvious to begin with, "You don't have magic?!"
Jack's brows furrowed, "Not in the slightest."
"Your a squib then?"
"A what?" Harry's mind seemed to be trying to sort something out, so Jack sat back and waited.
Harry's eye were taking in Jack's dated appearance for the first time under the context of him being a muggle... Jack was a muggle pirate captain. A muggle pirate captain who lived in the Caribbean. Given he was missing a lot of muggle schooling, but he was pretty sure that muggle pirates who dressed like Jack was dressed lived hundreds of years ago... In the past...
"What year is it?" Harry asked when his mouth was finally able to form a comprehensible sentence.
Jack's eyes squinted for a moment as he looked off into the distance, "I want to say..." His eyes pinched shut even further, "It's Seventeen-somthing... Forty?" Jack looked at Harry for confirmation, and when he got only shock and confusion he revised, "Seventeen-thirty?"
Harry's mouth twisted for a second, "Huh..."
"Something the matter?" Jack's eye were bright and taking in Harry's 180 from flustered to calm.
"No, it's not a problem." Harry's strange twisted expression changed to a small small the stadily built to a beaming grin, "I'm a lot farther from home then I though."
Jack paused for a moment before leaning forward, "Good thing?"
"Very good thing." Harry beamed, "So! Magic!" and with that, Harry was off.
Jack smiled and let Harry's enthusiasm flow through him, as the boy-wizard told stories of potions classes, wands and magic schools. glancing up, Jack pulled down a hanging jar and gave it a sniff before grinning naughtily and taking a swig.
Harry smiled as he looked at the content pirate, "Really Jack, drinking before noon?"
"Just a morningcap." Jack defended before taking another swig.
"Right." Harry shook his head in amusement before pulling himself to his feet and looking out at the bright blue sea. He had a cooling charm on his cloak, but his exposed skin (his face being his main ailment) was feeling the heat and it was HOT. "Do you think it would be alright if I went in for a dip?" Harry asked eagerly, this was something that he had been waiting four years to do and now was his chance.
"I'd have to drop the sails and then we'd be behind schedule..." Jack really didn't want to stop, but he really would like to see the young man bare chest and swimming in the cool ocean waters beside himself.
"Oh, don't worry about it, I can keep up." Harry grinned kicking off his boots.
"Well if your sure..." The boy was a sorcerer, keeping up with a ship should be easy...
Then the boy turned and dove into the waters without even taking off his cloak! Jack rushed to the waters edge to look for the drowning boy he was sure he'd see, only to end up with an eye full of water.
Sputtering, Jack wiped his eyes and squinted into the waters to see a grinning... Dolphin?!
The creature laughed and dived back into the water, successfully splashing Jack in the process.
Jack was at a loss as the wizard once again rendered him speechless. Shaking himself out of his shock, Jack plopped back down on the deck and took another swig of rum. Splashes and the giddy giggling continued around the ship as Jack relaxed and allowed his eyes to drop shut and it wasn't long before he had dozed off.
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Jack was thrown from his blissful drunken nap when the small ship hit something, something hard. Cursing quite colorfully, Jack stumbled to his feet to find the boat had hit a rock that was peaking above the surface of the depths.
Cursing even more Jack leaned over the side of the boat, "Harry love, it's time to get out of the water!" Jack splashed the water frantically searching the depths for the wizard-turned-dolphin.
A splash from the starboard side caused him too look up in time to see a very dry Harry land bare foot on the deck and stagger as if getting use to using his legs, and look up at Jack questioningly.
"It seems we sprung a leak." Jack gestured sarcastically to the four inches of water that now filled the bottom of the boat.
"Where's the hole?" Harry demanded, grabbing his boots and hopping on one foot as he put them on.
Jack gestured to the fist-sized hole that was quickly taking on water before sloshing over to the floating rum bottle and attempted to take a swig only to find it empty.
"Jack, I can't mend it without the original pieces of wood!" Harry called in distress.
Sloshing to the lads side, Jack questioned, "And the original pieces of wood..." "Are at the bottom of the ocean." Harry finished in frustration. "I can do a temporary mend, but it will still allow water through and it won't take long before it bursts."
"Right, well, just do what ya can." Jack ordered looking at the strip of land that was now insight. "How long before said mendie-job bursts, would you say?"
"An hour at best," Harry looked up at the strip of land catching Jack's thoughts, "Do you think we can make it?"
"It'll be close..." Jack climbed up the mast and took a perch for a better looksie. "Really, really close..."
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End Chapter Three