A Pirates Life For Me Chapter 11, a Harry Potter + Pirates of the Caribbean Crossover fanfic

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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But you have one thing that may save you, and that is your youth. This is your great strength. It is also why I hate and fear you. It has been said that children are our future, but does that not also mean that we are their past? You are here to replace us. I don't understand why we're here helping and honoring them. You do not see union workers holding benefits for robots.

- Stephen Colbert

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AN: Once again, I have only just finished this chapter and have decided to post it right away rather then waiting a few days to read over it a few more times. This means that there will be grammar and spelling mistakes. These will either disappear over time as I continue to proof and edit my stories or, if you want to help, feel free to shoot me a comment or review with an error that you noticed.

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It took Jack a few minutes to wriggle out from under the sleeping boy and when he did, it took him a few minutes longer to find his hat (found kicked under the bed), jacket (halfway behind the captains desk), and belt (near the headboard of the bed, covered by one of the pillows, which he didn't remember removing in the first place...).

In all honesty, Jack had half expected the whelp to have barged through the doors to defend Harry from his evil piratey ways. Apparently the boy had more restraint then he had given him credit for... He really had only planned on putting Harry to bed. Apparently the wizard had his own plans.

Sitting carefully on the bed beside the sleeping man, Jack gently loosened the ties that bound the dress tightly across the wizard's chest. Harry's face was twisted to the left, just managing to catch on one of the overly large pillows that took up a large portion of the bed.

Jack gently tucked a few strands of dark hair behind Harry's ear, catching sight of a small jagged scar the had been previously hidden by Harry's mass of long hair. Jack looked at the blemish with curiosity for a moment longer, his hands continuing to sooth Harry's hair. Taking a quiet breath, Jack leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the mark, pulling away when he heard Harry sigh softly, a look of content passing over the sleeping man's face.

Getting up softly, Jack took a quick glance around the room. Catching sight of a glass mirror over the dressing table, Jack walked softly over to examine his reflection before he settled his hat over his many trinkets and braids. Squinting at his own reflection for a moment, Jack flashed himself a charming grin, before heading back topside.

The hot late sun shone brightly, immediately causing beads of sweat to gather on his brow. Turning around and squinting, Jack caught sight of the boy, his silhouette clearly defined with the slowly setting sun at his back. Climbing the steps, Jack couldn't help but grin at the expression on the whelps face. Savoring the moment, Jack took a breath and looked out to the sea.

"It will take us about three days to make it to port. There's more then enough supplies below to keep us fed and watered." Jack pulled out his compass and examined their heading for a moment before taking the wheel. "For tonight, the two of us had best be taking shifts at the wheel."

Will turned away from Jack, and looked out to the sea as it passed behind them. Port Royal was only a line of color, barely standing out against the bright greens of the large, and mostly uninhabited, island. As the bay grew smaller and smaller as they sailed around the island, Will couldn't help but think that this could be the last time he would ever see his island home.

Turning away, Will stepped down onto the quarter deck and sat on a barrel. Glancing around the ship idly, he looked up at Jack whose eyes were firmly set on the sea before them. Seeing little else to do, Will gently removed his sword from his side to examine it. He had been in such a hurry to get news of Elizabeth, that he hadn't chosen a weapon of good quality in his rush. The sword in his hand was one of the older ones, definitely one of Mr. Brown's, probably forged towards the start of the man's excessive alcohol abuse. The only saving grace of the weapon, was that it was evenly balanced.

Holding the blade out, Will gave the blade a few experimental swings, taking note on how the blade cut the air and how the branch of the hilt seemed to press into his finger awkwardly. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do for now.

Pulling his foot up to balance on a wooden box, Will patted his left breast pocket and felt the assuring weight of his sharpening stone. Pulling the stone out, he set to work on the blade, taking further note to all of the nicks and bumps in the steel in sympathy for the blades poor care at the hands of his master.

Jack kept watch over the boy out of the corner of his eye. While aware of the possible threat being given, a man sharpening a sword is a man preparing for battle, but he felt confident that the whelp would live up to his uptight British upbringing. Tying the wheel, Jack set about the quarter deck; tying lines and checking barrels and boxes for their content.

Will attempted to be content with keeping to his work, but the silence was already getting to him. With the pirate captain scurrying about the deck, he felt the need to say something... Anything just to quell the silence and after a few false starts, he finally spoke; "Have you always been a pirate?" While possibly not entirely appropriate, Will doubted the pirate's emotions followed societies rules of ceremony and propriety.

"Yes." The answer was short and hard to read into and for a moment Will thought he would leave it at that, "You could say, it was the family business."

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the splashing of the wake as the Interceptor passed gently through the water. "How'bout you, your father the blacksmith back there?" Jack's hand rose to the back of his head, as a phantom pain from his incident with the drunkman's bottle the day before, started to throb.

"That was Mister Brown. He took me in when I was brought to Port Royal." Will sneered in disgust at the thought of being sired by the sot. "I spent most of my childhood in England, raised by my mother. After she died when I was twelve I sold what we had for passage out here, to look for my father."

At this, Jack felt a nigging in the back of his mind. "What's his name, I might 'ave 'eard of him." The boys looks were too familiar, it was the first thing he noticed about the him...

"William Turner." Will looked up, surprised at the pirates curiosity, and caught sight of the look that passed over the captain's face. "You knew him?" The shock was clear in his voice, he had given up hope of ever knowing what had happened to his father a long time ago.

Turning away from the whelp, he could only hope that the boy would take the hint and drop the conversation. Climbing back to the upper deck, Jack sped up at the sound of Will's quickened steps.

"Jack!" Will's shout was filled with the desperation and Jack was finding it increasingly hard to ignore the whelp as he began secured a line to a belaying pin. "You knew my father." This time, Will's voice held no question. Jack's actions and obvious discomfort with the question was proof enough.

"I knew a William Turner..." Jack stood face to face with the lad and attempted a rebuff the query, "I'm sure the sea is full of William Turners, look at yourself" he finished brightly with an added flourish.

"But before," Jack kneeled back down to finish tying the line, his eyes eyes narrowed and muttering curses at the boys inability to let the past stay in the past and himself for even talking to the boy. "In the shop... I looked familiar to you- perhaps it was him-" "-The man I knew went by Bill Turner, tho' most knew him as Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill." Jack interrupted with a sigh as he stood and leaned in close to the whelp.

Jack shouldered past him and took control of the helm once more, feeling as though the wood would steel him for the eruption he was sure was to come. Will, however, was feeling close to elated. His chest constricting at the thought of knowing something more about his father, even if it was from Sparrow. "Was he..." Will could see the pirates shoulders slump in defeat as he exhaled deeply.

"You look just like him, you know." Will almost didn't catch the words as they drifted across the wind.

"My mother," Will's voice cracked and he took a moment to take a breath, "she was always saying that. I think it hurt her, sometimes."

"Do you know what happened? Why he never came back?" Will probed after Jack didn't pickup the conversation.

"From how he told it, 'e was on a merchant ship that turned privateer on behalf of queen and country. When they switched back to merchant, he couldn't settle on the lesser pay, like most men, so he absconded." Jack could see the boy tense out of the corner of his eye and he knew that the whelp could sense where this tale was heading. "We met shortly after that, when I was taking on crew."

The silence was almost deafening. Will's breaths were coming out shorter and his hand was clenching thin air.

"It couldn't be him then..." Will's face was turning warm with anger, frustration and embarrassment. How dare Sparrow even imply! "My father was a good respectable man who obeyed the law."

"Don't fool yourself, boy. He was a bloody pirate and a scalawag. The sooner you get to accepting that the better off you'll be." His mind flashing to an image of man he hadn't seen in years, black coat and feather embellished hat, soft music drifting from ring adorn fingers.

"My father was not a pirate." Will ignored the tremor in his voice as he pulled out his sword.

The sound was one that Jack knew well, but he had a been expecting this. "You best put that away son. You don't want to do anything rash. For Harry's sake."

"I think that she would be better off." The words were out of his mouth before he had time to think about what he was saying. His face felt warm and a phantom pain from his own head wound was starting to throb.

"You think you'd be better, is that it?" Jack asked sarcastically, the whelp really did not know his place on his ship. "As I seem to recall, in our last fight ended with you at the end of my barrel."

"By making use of a gun in a sword fight- in a fair fight I'd kill you." Will spat back, his body tense and waiting for Sparrow to draw his sword.

"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?" And with no further warning, Jack pulled the wheel hard to port, causing the sails to catch the wind and yard to swing across the deck. Will, who was looking slightly confused at Jack's actions, caught site of the yard from the corner of his eye, but it wasn't nearly enough time to duck. Caught in the chest, Will felt his breath leave his lungs and his hand release his sword, grasping instead the ropes that ran along the length of the yard.

"I know that you are sill unacclimated to the ways of the world, you've led a life of leisure so you don't know the facts of life." Will stared incredulously at the pirate captain, his expression seemed to only make Jack swagger about the deck all the more, "But if you are going to survive out here, you need to understand that the everyday man will slit a mans throat while he sleeps for a slice of bread or a bit of copper. In order to survive you must understand that it all comes down to this;" As he stopped for dramatic affect, "What a man can do and what a man can't do."

Jack reached down and picked-up Will's fallen sword, "for instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday." His mind reflected back on the follies of his youth, though his speech continued with hardly a hitch as the images flashed through his mind. "Now, me, for example, I can let you drown. You are more than a little annoying and I will confess that I am extremely tempted at the notion..."

As the moment of truth came, Jack lowered the sword and grabbed the wheel, turning them back on course. As the yard came swinging back into place, Will's fingers, stiff and cold at this point, slipped from their grip. Will half expected to miss the deck and continue to fall into the depths below. So when his ass collided with the wood floor, his mind did a one-eighty from terror to relief.

Jack brought the blade to the blacksmith's neck and waited a moment for the tension to gather before he continued, "But Harry seems to like you." his voice was soft now, no longer filled with its commanding boaster from only moments before. "And despite what you think, I will do everything in my power to see to Harry's happiness and safety."

"So, can you sail under my command? The command of a pirate?" Jack allowed himself one last considering thought of murder before he flipped the blade. "or can you not?"

Will looked hesitantly from Jack to the blade before reaching his hand up. He gently wrapped his numb fingers around the hilt before lowering the blade to his side in defeat. Jack turned away, knowing that he had won this battle, though he was unsure if this would be the last in their war over Harry.

"What happened to him?" Jack glanced over his shoulder at the boys query. Will was, by then, leaning against the rail of the ship, his eyes, unfocused, staring out and into the dimming sky.

Jack's mind flew through the conversations and rumors he had heard over the years pertaining to his ship and former crew and grimaced. More bad news...

"The crew mutinied. The last time I saw your father, I was in the brig of my own ship, and he had come to tell me that Barbossa had been named captain of my ship and I was to be marooned." Jack's mind replayed the event over in his mind, his former-quartermaster beside him, offering sympathy and regret, "He apologized and then he left."

"And after?" Will seemed to sense that there was more to it then that.

"No one that I have ever talked to has seen him since." Jack allowed the silence to stretch before he turned back to the whelp, who was looking straight at him, his eyes held acceptance for the first time all day. "I suppose you will have to ask my former crew when we see them, aye?"

Will could only offer a sad smirk in return, "Aye."

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End Chapter Eleven