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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"What makes you think the whole world revolves around you?!" my mother said, as I slowly rotated to maintain eye contact.
-John Alejandro King
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Harry was getting frustrated and annoyed with the steady stream of soldiers that seemed to be hopping about at every turn. Either this was just one really small town, or they had more soldiers than they knew what to do with.
His nerves jumped at every turn, having him constantly checking the notice-me-not charm he placed on himself. Harry shuffled into the shadows as another posse hopped past. Taking out the stick of holly that he had gotten from Miss Tia, he whispered a spell and watched as the stick spun for a moment before stilling on a trade shop across the way.
J. Brown was printed at the bottom of the large overhanging sign that displayed its profession as being a blacksmith shop. Harry darkly hoped that the fool of a pirate was in there and not directly behind said building. He had searched two shops and one pig pin in search of the missing pirate.
Hurriedly crossing the street before he got mowed over by another company, Harry carefully opened the door and stepped inside. Turning, his gaze was caught by a young man kneeling beside the donkey that was currently harnessed to the mechanism that seemed to stretch across the shop.
"I'm sorry, I hope I'm not disturbing you..." Harry approached the attractive young man.
"Not at all, is there something I can help you with?" He asked politely, rising to his feet.
"I believe I was going to meet my husband here, have you seen him?" Harry asked cautiously.
"I have only just arrived..." The boy trailed off, his gaze caught by an innocent looking hammer that was resting beside an anvil.
"Something the matter?" Harry questioned nervously, glancing around the large room in search of the pirate captain. However, for better or worse, the poor lighting made for many dark corners that the pirate could be hiding in.
"It's nothing, it's just... Not quite were I left it..." The boy explained reaching forward to grasp the misplaced hammer only to pull back as steel smacked his hand.
"Jack!" Harry exclaimed as the pirate materialized in an instant. Taking on a defensive stance, the pirate held his blade held at the ready.
"Your husband, I presume?" The boy asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Jack, put the blade down and lets go." Harry demanded his hands folding into fists around his packages.
"The streets are rather crowded right now, if you get my meaning." Jack argued, though his comment told Harry that he was attempting to stall for time.
"Well then I guess I'll have to make sure we're not noticed..." Harry said through clenched teeth, emphasizing on the 'I'll' and 'noticed'.
The pirate raised an eyebrow at what Harry was suggesting, however Harry's gaze was on the blacksmith, whose eyes had widened at their little conversation.
"You're the pirates." He stated in shock, "The ones they're hunting."
"Technically, he's the pirate." Harry was beyond exasperation by now and was moving quickly into frustration.
Jack nodded in acknowledgment to his stated fact before something began tugging at his memory the more he looked at the boy. "You seem somewhat familiar, have I thret-er met you before?"
"I prefer not to keep familiarity with pirates." The boy sneered in response, his eyes darting between Harry and Jack.
"Well then, I would hate to put a black mark on your record, so if you don't mind..." Jack held out his hand to Harry, turning his back only for a moment, but giving the boy the opportune moment to snatch up a sword.
Turning back to the boy slowly, he gave a look to Harry as if to say, 'see? Not my fault!' before giving his full attention to the brat. "Do you think that wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate is something few live to tell the tail of."
"You threatened Miss Swan." The boy answered as if that said it all, which it did rather.
"I suppose then that the officers are failing to pass around the fact that he saved her life first." Harry commented seeking some sort of peace.
The boy looked to Harry, who saw the slightly hesitant look to his face. Harry was about to continue with his peaceful calming comments, when Jack has to be all piratey and dangerous and spoils Harry's plans by lifting his own sword and taking a swing at the boy.
"Jack! You bloody ass! Not all problems have to be solved with violence!" Harry shouted in anger at his 'husband'.
"Yes, but it's always so much more fun." Jack was grinning his face off as rounded the boy, throwing blows as if to test the water.
Harry was getting royally pissed and was about to tell the pirate off, when the man lowered his sword and skipped up the stairs to the door. Harry didn't know weather to be relieved or infuriated with the pirate and he was about to hurry past the glaring teen when the pretty boy did something unexpected...
Raising his sword like a javelin, he launched it at the door. The boy's aim was true and the sword became wedge into the wood, making it impossible to lift the handle without first removing the sword.
Jack looked at the sword that hummed barely an inch from his face and attempted to tug it loose, but it was no use. Turning angrily to the smirking blacksmith, the boy's only warning, a low growl, before Jack launched himself at the boy.
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Harry had situated himself on a barrel, his skirts neatly arranged around him and his head in his hand. He watched dispassionately as the two whacked away at each other, witty comments flying and amazing skill being flaunted before him. He had spent the first ten minutes of the fight flinching at every blow, afraid of either injuring the other. Now he knew that Jack was having too much fun to end the fight with a deadly blow.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of muffled voices from the other side of the wooden door. "Jack." He called out warningly, "We're about to have company..."
Jack glanced at the now shaking door as the voices from the other side attempted to open it. Harry stood and cautiously edged forward, watching as Jack pulled a very slytherin-like move, that ended with the boy sandwiched between Jack and the side door with a gun pointed at his pretty head.
"Move aside and let us go." Jack demanded.
"No." The boy trembled slightly, his eyes staring unblinkingly down the gun barrel.
The pounding became loud and boisterous, echoing throughout the dim room as soldiers accosted the front door.
"Please move?" Jack asked desperately.
The boy seemed to gather some strength at the sound of their pursuers, his voice losing its tremble. "No, I can't step aside."
Jack shook in frustration before turning to look at Harry, who was now standing at his shoulder. "If I go with out a fight, can you promise me something, boy?" Jack demanded, his black eyes bore steely into the blacksmith's. The boy refused to respond so Jack continued, "Promise me you won't turn in my wife."
Harry's eyes furrowed with confusion, "Jack, you can't do that! You know I am well able to take care-" "Love..." Jack interrupted, placing a gentle finger on his lips. "I haven't done much good in my life, so let me do this for you." Jack then leaned forward and to Harry's shock, captured his mouth in a kiss.
It was soft, sweet, and short. As they broke away Harry looked into Jack's eyes with confusion.
"Remember..." The pirate captain whispered sensuously in Harry's ear, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow..."
Jack then turned to the stunned blacksmith who was looking unsure and confused. "Do you promise boy?"
Looking to Harry, the boy nodded his head before saying, "I promise."
"Right then." And with that, Jack un-cocked his pistol and tucked it back into his effects that that Harry had placed on the workbench. And with an elegant turn he took a step towards the trembling door, outside a battering ram must have been summoned to attempt to break through, judging from the commotion they were making.
Swaggering forward, Jack struck a heroic pose that made Harry's fingers itch from the urge to smack him up along side the head for being so heroically stupid... Ff not for the fact that he was beaten to the punch.
The earlier passed out Mr. Brown, was now standing (quite wobbly) on his feet. He had gone unnoticed until the moment that Jack had chosen to pose a bit too close to the beam he was currently using for support, and it was at that point that the fat man struck.
Jack's eyes rolled back, almost comically, as he tumbled to the floor just in time for the posse to burst through the doors and quickly surround the downed pirate.
Harry's initial reaction to ruddy-faced man's attack was to dive forward to Jack's defense, only to be tugged back to the shadows of the furnace by the blacksmith boy.
"Let me go!" Harry hissed trying to throw off the man's grip.
"I am a man of my word." Came the response and Harry was forced to watch as Jack was dragged away.
Once the soldiers had exited, Harry turned to face the boy and slapped him solidly across the face. The boy's hand now clutched his throbbing jaw, allowed Harry to march over to the tilting Mr. Brown, where he then punched the ruddy man squarely in the nose. Harry took great pleasure in watching as the man was thrown on his back and knocked unconscious by the blow. He was about to continue at the downed man, perhaps he would kick the drunk while he was down, but he was held back by the pretty boy.
"I think a broken nose is revenge enough." The boy tried to sooth the agitated wizard.
"Believe me, I can get a lot more creative." Harry snarled, all his anger at this situation he had once again found himself in directed at the slothful man laying in a heap on the floor. Harry continued to struggle as the boy attempted to drag him further away from the drunk. After a moment, the pretty boy stopped his yanking and stilled, though his grip held fast. It took Harry a moment to notice that what had disturbed the boy. The drunkard was shrinking. Harry ceased his struggling to watch as the man sprouted reddish silver fur and grow a snout.
"Whoops..." Harry croaked, his eyes wide. His body was starting to feel weak as the adrenalin and magic seemed to evaporate, leaving him dead weight in the stunned boy's arms. The boy's own eyes were as wide as plates as he finally looked down to the wilted form in his arms.
Harry's breathing was labored and he felt as though he had run a mile. "Can I... sit?" he wheezed, his mind frantically attempting to scan the shocked youths mind for his reaction.
The boy, Will, didn't seem to be afraid... He seemed - in awe? At this revelation, Harry felt the last of his strength sag with relief and with his heart still pounding in his ears, he passed out.
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William Turner was staring; the open mouth, eyes unblinking, frozen in place kind of staring. The woman, Harry, was held tightly in his arms and his former caretaker and mentor turned drunkard was now... a sloth...
He couldn't believe that this was happening to him.
Whoever, or whatever, Harry was... It was different. Unreal. It went against everything he had been taught, by his mother and the church. He had wondered for a moment if he should be afraid, but there was something about Harry that made him want to know more.
William struggled for a moment with the limp body in his arms, before lifting Harry and carrying the limp body into the back room. There, was both his and his masters quarters. His own bed room was neat, blankets old and worn, but clean (his master's were a different story.) He placed Harry down on the straw bed, tucking her arms to her side.
He stood for a moment, not quite sure what to do with himself, before pulling a chair beside the bed to sit and wait for her to wake up. His mind began wandering to times long past, to when he was a child living in England.
He and his mother, had lived in a large port town on the western coast of England. He had spent most of his youth with other young boys at the docks. They would watch the ships come sailing filled with fish, produce, and cargo from the new world. He and the other boys would sit and listen to the sailors stories; tales of surviving viscous storms, attacks from sea monsters, and finding love in the arms of a beautiful native women who wore nothing but jewels and leaves.
But, his favorite stories were about magical creatures; Mermaids, sirens, and selkie. He had always felt the wonder of the open sea and the magic of the stories told by hardened sailors of these magical women, who were part human, part creature. He had spent more days then he cared to admit searching the beaches and coves of England for their kind. His mother would always laugh and say that he was out looking for his own selkie wife. Often, while searching, he would often catch sight of flash of hair disappearing into the waves.
Once, he had chased one of the shapes into the sea, only to loose his footing and crash into a submerged rock. He woke up hours later, soaking wet and with a lump on his head, having no idea how he had been pulled from the water. He never told anyone about what had happened, or what he had seen after... Of the boy, who looked to be standing in the water, watching him. And how, when he had sat up, the boy had waved at him before slipping into the sea.
However, Will had set aside such childish searchers after the death of his mother. With a father that he hardly knew nowhere to be found, Will had thrown himself into his new-found profession as blacksmith and tried his best to ignore the call of the sea. He was a blacksmith now and he had given up on a life of adventure and exploring.
But now, there was Harry.
It seemed that even though he had given up on finding magical creatures, a magical creature had just been dropped into his lap. Will reached forward and tucked a wisp of hair behind from her face. His finger tips brushing her smooth, pale skin. It was as if he could feel the magic pouring out of her; it tickled his nose and ensnared his mind whispering promises of possibilities and adventure that could await him.
Today the life of William Turner had changed utterly and completely and while a piece of the blacksmith in him died. A new wild and untamed yearning in him, which he never knew existed, had re-awakened. He leaned back in the chair and breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of the sea, and he felt as though he was breathing in the warm scent of home. It opened a hole of want in his young heart that began to throb and bleed with it's every beat.
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End Chapter Six