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Chapter One:

Harry Potter, not exactly your average boy because he was a wizard, which may explain why strange things always seemed to happen with him around no matter where he was. At the moment he was in his bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive reading up for his History of Magic class, boring as it was with Binns teaching it, for the summer as his relatives had let him keep his belongings in his room as long as he left them alone. The current chapter he was reading was about Davy Jones, a pirate who was said to control the sea and come to sailors in their time of death to prolong their death till they had served on his ship for 100 years. Harry had just begun reading the chapter when suddenly his door was slammed open and in barged Uncle Vernon."You freak, how dare you!" Vernon yelled as he pulled Harry off the bed and hit him.

"How dare I what?" Harry asked confused as he had been upstairs all day and had only come down to get something to eat.

"How dare you come down and try to cast a spell on Dudley he told me that you had one of your books with you when you came downstairs!"Harry recalled that when he had gone downstairs he did indeed have a book, but it was just his History of Magic book. He tried to explain that to Vernon, but his uncle just wasn't listening and Harry was not prepared for what happened next. One minute he was standing there trying to explain to Vernon his book and the next thing he knew was that Vernon had hit him hard causing him to go flying into the wall resulting in Harry blacking out. Harry woke up a little while later but his room was brighter than normal and the floor was. . .soft? Harry felt his hand around the floor and grabbed a handful of it to reveal that it was. . . sand?!

Harry quickly opened his eyes but shut them again when the sun burned his vision. Harry turned his head so that he was facing the ground and opened them again to find himself staring at a long white sanded beach no where near the Dursley's house. He slowly got up and rubbed his head since it still hurt from getting hit by both Vernon's fist and the wall.

"I must be dreaming," Harry said out loud as he observed his surroundings and stood up.

"I thought I was dreaming when a beautiful boy such as yourself floated up onto this beach," said a voice behind Harry.

He spun around to face the man and saw a guy that looked like something off of a pirate movie he had seen Dudley watching one time, only a not as light skinned as the actors on TV had been and his clothes were dark and looked very well worn. The man started to walk over to Harry and Harry took a step back.

"How in heaven's earth, did you get here mate, shipwreck was it?"

"No, I don't even know where here is let alone how I got here." Harry looked around once more at the surroundings, surmising that the weather and area were way to tropical to be anywhere near England.

"Ah, so you're all on your lonesome, no parents, no family, no friends-" The man said."I have friends!" Harry shouted.

"But you don't have a family I see."

"Well. . . I have my aunt, uncle, and cousin, but I would consider them good company, even though they're not that good of company." Harry sheepishly laughed.

"How about you joinin' my crew on my ship, you could be. . . my cabin boy!"

"I don't even know who you are and I've ever been on a ship!"

"Well then it is my duty- no. . . my right to take you on my ship and become my cabin boy." He said triumphantly as he walked up to Harry and threw an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Names' Captain Jack Sparrow by the way.""Um, Harry Potter, sir."

"Don't call me sir, makes me sound like I work for those dang naval officers."

"Okay..."Jack then led Harry to a ship with mended black sails and a pirate flag at the top of the main mast. When they got on board Harry looked around at the crew and noticed that they were all staring at him. Jack, apparently, noticed this too and tightened his grip around Harry as he walked him to his cabin. It was not everyday that the crew saw their captain bring a boy on the ship and it was even a bigger surprise when they watched him take the boy into his cabin.

"He's me new cabin boy," Jack said to the crew before he followed Harry through the door. That's all the crew needed to here and they went back to their jobs. It was the middle of the day when Harry met the first of the crewmembers. It was the first mate Gibbs who asked Jack if he had any idea where they were headed and Jack seemed to stare at a compass that kept spinning before pointing in what seemed to be a random direction. Harry also met Marty, Cotton, and Cotton's parrot later on. Harry had a hard time trying to hide his laughter whenever the bird would answer for Cotton and it seemed that it was just speaking nonsense. Harry was enjoying his time with the crew of the Black Pearl and definitely preferred it to living with the Dursleys and getting beaten every time he did something wrong in their eyes.


Later that night as the crew was heading to their beds, Harry and Jack were sitting at a desk looking at a map with Jack's compass open and spinning in different directions at different moments. Jack was trying his best to teach Harry the important tasks a captain has to do in order to run a ship although one could say that Jack wasn't exactly the best teacher because he kept looking Harry up and down at odd moments while talking to him. When Jack had turned away though Harry looked at his watch and started to stand up.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked.

"I'm going down to the sleeping quarters." Harry answered as he stretched.

"Why would you do that when you have a bed here?"


"I made a bed for you so that none of the crew could touch you."

"Touch me?"

"Yes, well people get really lonely when they're out at sea and since you're the smallest... well I don't think I need to taint you innocent mind . . . yet."

Harry looked around the room for this so called bed of his and noticed that in the corner, across from Jack's bed was his to which he quirked an eyebrow at. It was just a swinging canopy with a pillow and blanket.

"How comfy," Harry said sarcastically as he walked over and tried his bed to climb into it without it flipping over on him.

Harry finally managed to get settled in and started to dose off. Jack, meanwhile, was still at his desk catching glimpses of Harry from under his hat.'He's so beautiful,' Jack thought as he took another swig from his rum bottle. 'How does one just let him get away from them? I wonder how he got those bruises on his face, who would want to mark him in such a way or hurt him in any way. I'll have to ask him when he is awake; he's so beautiful though...' Jack got up and sauntered over to Harry and stared down at him watching him sleep. 'Maybe just one kiss, he'll never know. . .'

Harry woke up an hour or so later after feeling a constant small breath of air blowing at his cheek. He slowly opened his emerald green eyes and found himself staring into Jack's own warm chocolate brown eyes because of the fact that Jack was inches away from his own face.

"You're pretty when you sleep," Jack's said in a drunken voice and swayed, the smell of rum hitting Harry's senses. "Are ye sure yer not a girl?"

"Quite," Harry answered as he tried to move away but the swinging hammock bed wouldn't allow it.

"Why do ye wear those?"Jack pointed to Harry's glasses, which Harry had kept on when he fell asleep.

"I can't see without them." Harry answered.

"Oh," Jack said and grabbed Harry's glasses from his nose and tried to look through them. "I can't see with them, how can you?"Harry squinted his eyes and looked blindly at Jack, as all he could see was blurs.

"I can't really explain-" Before Harry could even finish his sentence Jack had passed out on the floor. "Great job Jack." Harry shook his head as slid off the hammock and fell onto the floor. Harry crawled over to Jack and tried to see where Jack had his glasses. He found them in Jack's right hand and reached over to grab them but two arms snaked around his waist and pulled him down onto the supposed to have been passed out pirate."I knew you'd come over to my side eventually," Jack said happily.

"I thought you were asleep!" Harry said as he struggled in Jack's grip. "I'm just trying to get my glasses back."

"You really can't see without them can you."

"No! Now give them back!" Jack let Harry go and slipped Harry's glasses onto his nose.

"There now you can see me!" Jack said with a grin. "Now where were we?" Jack was about to grab Harry again but Harry's quidditch reflexes paid off and he got away from Jack's grasp. "You know. . . I do like a challenge."

"How did you wake up so fast?" Harry asked quickly changing the subject.

"Years of experience."

"I've never seen someone wake up so fast from passing out, when my friend Ron gets drunk and passes out he doesn't wake till the morning."

"How long does it take you?"

"What!? Please don't tell me ye've never sipped rum before."

"I've tasted a type of rum before."

"Then I won't let you go anywhere until you've tasted RUM! It's the reason why men are still around, and one of the reasons why I became a captain! Why, it's the secret to life!"Jack got up from the floor pulling Harry up with him, and Harry noticed for once that he really was small. Jack was towering over him at 6 ft. and Harry was only standing at the height of 5'4-ish.

Jack walked over to his desk and began to search for a bottle of rum for Harry. He found one bottle but when he noticed how light it was he turned it over and all he got was a small amount of rum."Why is the rum always gone?" He pouted and stood back up and started to walk when he almost fell over his own two feet. "Oh, that's why. Don't you worry my dear Harry, I shall get another one to share." Jack walked out of the cabin leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. Jack made his way below deck and walked into the crew's sleeping quarters and looked around.

"As you were gents." Jack then headed down to the storage part of ship and unlocked a door leading into the rum room. He looked around looking for a full bottle of rum when he noticed something in one of the rum racks. It looked like some barnacles that were moving. Jack didn't pay it much mind except to make a small disgusted face before noticing a bottle in the racks. He grabbed it only to have sand pour out and a voice escape from the shadows."Time's run out Jack," The voice said. Startled, Jack whirled around and dropped the empty rum bottle. He lifted his lantern up to peer into the shadows of the room as he walked into a corner and saw a man sitting in the shadows with water dripping from him.

"Bootstrap... Bill Turner," Jack said in shock at his old crewmate. The man looked up revealing that he had a starfish on one side of his face, his hair looked like it was permanently wet, and a greyish whitish skin colour."You look good Jack," Bill said water slipping from his mouth. Jack stared in shock at Bill before standing straight up and looking at Bill with a confused look."Is this a dream?"


"I thought not, if it were there'd be rum." Bill lifted his arm up with a crack to reveal a rum bottle. Jack pulled the bottle from his friend's hand with a crack of the barnacles around Bill's hand and the neck of the bottle.

"You got the Pearl back I see," Bill said as Jack cleaned off the top of the rum bottle.

"I had some help retrieving the Pearl by the way, your son," Jack said and Bill looked up at him in shock.

"William?" Jack took a swig of the rum bottle. "He ended up a pirate after all. . ."

"And to what do I owe the pleasure or your carbuncle?"

"He sent me." Jack gave Bill a questioned look and Bill answered it, "Davy Jones."

"Oh, so it's you then, he shanghaied you into service, eh?"

"I chose it. I'm sorry for the part I played in your mutiny Jack. I stood up for you, everything went wrong after that. . ." Bill ate a hermit crab that crawled away from him before finishing his sentence. "They strapped me to a cannon and I ended up at the bottom of the ocean with the weight of the water crushing down on me. Unable to move, unable to die Jack, and I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it."

Jack stood up before speaking to Bill, "It's funny what a man will do to postpone his final judgment."

"You made a deal with him too, Jack," Bill said standing up and blocking Jack at an opening. "He raised the Pearl from the depths for you. 13 years, you've been her captain."

"Technically. . ."

"Jack, you won't be able to talk yourself out of this one. The terms what applied to me apply to you as well. One soul bound to crew 100 years upon his ship."

"Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already has a captain so there's really no-"

"Then it's the locker for you! Jones's terrible leviathan will find you and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it."

"Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?"

"I already told you, Jack. Your time is up, it comes now, drawn with ravenous hunger to the man what bears the black spot." Bill grabbed Jack's left hand and folded it over twice before heading back to the corner Jack found him in and disappearing as Jack watched the black spot appear on his palm. Jack gasped at the sight and closed his hand standing there for a few seconds before running out of the storage room yelling orders to the crew as he ran back up to the top suddenly sat up at hearing Jack's panicked voice yelling to the crew to get the ship moving.

Harry ran outside and saw Jack hiding behind the stairs that led up to helm."What's wrong Jack?" Harry asked causing Jack to yelp and jump away before he noticed that it was Harry."Oh, Harry, it's you, you startled me!"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just want to get moving, we've got a long trip ahead of us."

"Where are we going?"

Jack turned to look at Harry with a serious face. "Do you know of Davy Jones?"

"Well, yes and no, I was reading about him in my History book, but I had only gotten to the first two lines, I don't really know that much else about him." Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked at Jack.


"Never mind." Harry stared at Jack with a confused look but decided to leave it although he did wonder why Jack had asked him about Davy Jones, he made a mental note to ask Gibbs later since Gibbs seemed to be full of stories. They sailed for the next two days before arriving at an island that seemed uninhabited. Jack seemed to just be relieved that they were on land much to the confusion of Harry and everyone else.

Nothing seemed to happen for the first few days but they were soon running low on supplies so a group of men was sent out to find fresh water and food. They didn't return so a search group was sent out, they never returned either. Group after group was sent out till it was only Jack, Harry, Gibbs, Marty, Cotton, Cotton's parrot, and eight other crewmembers. The group finally decided to go out and see where everyone had gone off to. As they made their way through the jungle they were suddenly surrounded by a bunch of people. Jack hid Harry behind him and stepped forward and began
speaking with the leader.


"Oh I see," Gibbs said and the group, minus Jack, turned to look at Gibbs. "This is a tribe of cannibals that made Jack their chief; I believe they're called the Pelegostos. I'm thinking we should be safe. . ." Gibbs never finished as at that moment everyone was suddenly grabbed and taken to the village where everyone was placed in two bone cages, which explained where the rest of the crew had disappeared to. "Then again I could be wrong." Gibbs said as he, Marty, Cotton, Harry, and two other crewmembers sat in their cage."What do we do now?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure, I've never exactly dealt with cannibals before, but I know this, Jack is as much of a prisoner as us. . ."

"Who's that?"Everyone turned and saw a few of the Pelegostos walk over with another person, this one dressed too cleanly to be a pirate, but the crew seemed to recognize him as he was brought over."It's Will Turner!" Gibbs said. "He helped Jack get the Pearl back awhile ago, but I wonder how he found us and why he's here?"

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