Disclaimer, see chapter one!

-Chapter Two-

Port Royal

Harry swallowed hard and nodded. The past, he was in the bloody past! The potion wasn't supposed to work that way. He was just supposed to receive the knowledge of his ancestors. That was all. Remembering that he wasn't alone he turned back to the man.

"Who are you?" he asked, not wanting to be with someone whose name he didn't know. Besides the man made him feel a little apprehensive and Harry has always listened to his instincts, right or wrong.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." At Harry's blank look Jack cleared his throat. "And who are you then? After all it isn't everyday I find a boy just appearing out of nowhere on a beach."

Harry took a look around and sure enough they were on a beach. That also answered Harry's other, unasked question. He had just appeared no flashy lights, no loud noises, just a nice here I am that's that. Harry didn't know if he should give his real name but he decided after looking at the captain that he could be trusted, a little.

"Harry. Captain Sparrow. My name is Harry." The man nodded once seemingly to himself and smiled at Harry.

"Well lad, why don't I accompany you to the edge of town?" Harry was sure then and there that this was a wanted man; after all why not offer to accompany him into town? But still he nodded and motioned Jack to lead the way.

~XOXOX~

Walking toward Port Royal allowed Jack a few minutes to think back on these past few weeks. Learning that Barbossa had found all but one piece of the cursed treasure and then going to Tia Dalma for help. Borrowing Anamaria's boat to find a suitable ship, she was going to be mad when next she saw him he just knew it.

And finally finding a handsome young man on the beach, although he might've been young he certainly didn't look like it. In fact he looked to be about eighteen and war worn aside from that he didn't dress like any person Jack had ever met. One thing was sure Jack wasn't going to let this one get away.

~XOXOX~

Indeed Harry didn't dress like anyone Jack had ever met. Harry was dressed in the new clothes he had purchased in when his uncle hadn't shown up to pick him up from Kings Cross. So he had done a little shopping before going back to Number Four and spending his days doing chores and homework. Dressed in dark blue cargo pants and a white wife beater Harry looked a little out of place.

The minute the town came in sight Harry decided to take a little action. After all he was in the past so his magic wasn't monitored and his wand had come back with him along with his trunk, he was still glad that he had listened to the note. So he stupefied Jack and headed into town under a notice me not charm after hiding the body. Since Jack was a wanted man his saving people thing wouldn't let him let Jack be captured.

After a few hours of wandering around Harry found that he really didn't want to wear the 'old fashions' as he thought they looked a lot like pansies. But he knew that he, for now had to live by that age old rule, when in Rome.

He walked back to the blacksmiths place he had seen earlier to get a few daggers and a short sword, happy that he had practiced in the room of requirement after those D.A. meetings. He had always been fascinated by the sharp pointed objects. The objects he knew could be used to kill as easily as using his wand and saying two words. But for some reason the daggers and sword felt different when he used them. And he knew that to kill with them was a bit more intimate then using a wand.

Either way as he stood in the doorway of the shop he noticed that there was a plethora of swords but no daggers or short swords. Merely the longer swords meant for officers and the like. He growled softly. That meant he would have to commission a set of daggers and a shorty to his liking.

He walked around the shop and took note of all the swords and their quality and decided that yes, the smith was either a master or had yet to be named as such. Each blade was different from the last and he was certain that the maker enjoyed his work.

~XOXOX~

Jack Sparrow was not having a good day. It had started out well enough. He had spotted a ship that was fast and would likely be easy to commandeer along with a handsome young man. But said young man had done something to him after he had led him to Port Royal. And the captain had been just a tad bit peeved afterwards.

It hadn't gotten any better from there. For after he had woken up, he had had a meaningless conversation with the two guards who had been posted in front of the ship he had decided he was going to commandeer.

Then some woman had to go and fall of the cliff to try to kill herself so he, being the kind man he was, saved her. A woman he was certain was going to cause him trouble in the future. The thanks he got for saving her proved his point, even if no one else knew he had a point. Still, after being shackled he made a daring escape, if he did say so himself.

That is how he finds himself at the smithy's place trying to get the shackles off. Only to hide as said smithy walks calmly into the place. How did he get himself into these situations? Now what to do?

TBC

A/N: I changed made changes!

~Grimm.