Author's Note: So, yes you'll see plenty of Pirates of the Caribbean references in this story, mostly because I adore Johnny Depp, even in his overly popular role as a Disney Pirate, but also just because pirates are fun, savvy? Many thanks to both of my beta's: Shannon and Laurel. This story won't be terribly long, 5-6 chapters maybe, and I'm only working on it in the down time I have not allotted to my regular stories, so no guaranteed posting schedule on this one me hearties, although I am a bit ahead on it, so it shouldn't be spaced out too far.

Part 1: Who Needs Rum?

Frothy white-capped waves lapped at the side of the ebony vessel as it coasted into Port. Captain Potter stood at the helm, the rim of his hat flapping slightly in the breeze. "Finnegan, starboard bow. Thomas, what can you see?"

"Crystal clear waters, Captain. We'll be upon Tortuga in three clicks," Dean shouted through the salty air. "I see their ship anchored already."

"We'll have to find them in the town," Harry muttered to himself, but his first mate heard nonetheless.

"It's nearly impossible to find someone in Tortuga, especially when that person knows their being looked after," Ron whined, hoping he might get some time to drink and be merry while on dry land, but he knew his captain's vengeance would likely keep him from any frivolity.

"I'll find him, make no doubt, Mate," Harry grumbled before continuing to shout orders to the crew. Within the hour a selection of the crew from The Mighty Griffin were crammed with him in the dinghy as it approached the docks. Filthy prostitutes swarmed them as they exited, but Harry ignored them, ordering his men to follow suit. They weren't here to play. They were here to find the notorious Dread Pirate Black and incarcerate him once and for all. Trouble with that was –no one actually knew what the man looked like.

As part of the British Fleet, it was Captain Potter's job to round up pirates and hang them for their treachery. It was a thankless job, but the waters were safer because of him and that was all that mattered to Harry. Dread Pirate Black had been eluding capture for months and Harry was growing weary of the chase, ready to move on to the next target. Rumors abound of Black's icy cold heart and greedy ways, but rarely did anyone live if they were to stumble into the Pirate's brig. Black was ruthless, a menace to the seas, and Harry was honor bound to take him down.

Black's ship was fast, possibly the quickest vessel ever made, but Harry was clever. He'd hung back and allowed the man to think they'd given up the pursuit, knowing they would have to stop soon for supplies. Luck was once again on his side as they made their way to the coastal city of Tortuga. It was a small island which was no place to escape to, and he knew for a fact Black would never leave his ship behind, so it was just a matter of time before Harry finally got his prize, the most powerful Pirate in all the seas.

"So, we're just going to search the town until we find him?" Ron asked, dutifully at his side despite his want to seek out a nice soothing glass of rum.

"Aye," Harry replied gruffly.

"And we won't be allowed to dally at all while we're here?" he inquired.

"Once we find Black we'll be setting sail for Port Royal," Harry answered at once. "Only once I see Black's neck strung up will we be left to merriment."

"I was afraid of that," Ron grumbled.

"Where is your sense of duty, Ron?" Harry asked. He was on close terms with all his crew, but his friendliness was never to be mistaken for weakness. Captain Potter was a feared name in its own right. Pirates all through the Caribbean trembled at the sound of it. No Pirate wanted to be caught by Captain Harry James Potter or else death was a sure thing.

"Listen, Captain, I know you want to capture this bloke, but storming in and demanding his head most likely isn't the way to go about it," Ron tried, carefully using the man's title to ensure Harry didn't take his words as dissent.

"What would you propose?" Harry asked reasonably. He wasn't beyond listening to suggestions from the crew he trusted every day with his very life.

"If we were to try and blend in, chat with the locals, see what people knew, we might be able to get closer to the fiend," Ron offered.

A slight curl of a smile pulled at Harry's rugged face. "So, your suggestion is to go to the pub, drink some rum and talk to the women?"

"It doesn't have to be women," Ron corrected in spite of Harry's growing amusement.

"I suppose we could always try that first," Harry replied as he paused to look at his reflection in a mucked up window; his hair fell cleanly around his freshly washed face, and his clothing was the standard crimson Royal Fleet uniform. "Though I think I'll be hard pressed to blend in."

Ron nodded and with a sharp commanding whistle, he had three other crewmembers swapping bits of gear and clothing with their Captain. Nothing was going to stand in the way of him and some rum that night. In the end, Harry stood before them looking dapper, yet disheveled in a billowy tan shirt left open to expose part of his chest and the heavy amulet he always wore, a pair of simple black trousers with a red scarf wrapped around his waist. His own shiny black boots were clearly visible and looked somewhat out of place with his new attire, so Ron kicked some mud onto his feet, ignoring the Captain's glare, and he finally looked the part of a pirate, feeling every bit the traitor to his king and Country.

"Pirate Potter," Ron teased with a mocking bow. Harry returned the jesting movement by shoving the man, sending him toppling into the mud for the amusement of the crew.

"Pirate Evans," he corrected before pulling his friend out of the muck and leading his crew to the nearest tavern.

They made their way into the Hogs Head Inn and Ron scurried over to order their group several bottles of rum, while Harry scrutinized the patrons. It was likely that nearly half of the bilge rats in that pub were pirates, but Harry wasn't interested in any of them… yet. Their time on the gallows would come, he would make sure of that.

His eyes drifted to a man in the far corner with a black bandanna on his head and his clothing far less tattered than the rest of the lot drinking and gambling in the hall. Harry reasoned that he probably wasn't a pirate because his skin was a milky white, a good sight paler even than even Harry's had been before he boarded his ship in Mother England. He was alone and staring right at Harry from the moment he entered the tavern. Harry made his way back to the man's rickety table and pointed at an empty seat. "Mind if I join you?"

"I don't own the chair, do I?" the man replied snidely, smirking up at him before taking a long sip at the glass of dark liquid he held in his hand.

Harry sat, wondering if it was folly to waste his time with the rude man, but he was a far cry more civilized looking than any of the other filth in the tavern, so he decided to make the best of it. "Do you live in Tortuga or are you visiting?"

The man narrowed his eyes before laughing harshly. "No one lives in Tortuga. Please. They stop, they drink, they fuck and then they leave again. Usually in that order."

"So you'll still be here for a bit?" Harry asked, nodding his head toward the drink in the man's hand with a smirk of his own.

"Why? Are you asking to be the one I fuck?" the man asked crudely. "You're nothing to scoff at, surely, but say I prefer dames?"

"It's all the same to me. I'm just here for information, not to provide sexual favors," Harry replied, happy the room was warm enough that the pinking of his cheeks would look more like overheating than blushing.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"Evans, yours?"

"Malfoy," the other man replied, whipping off his bandana and pressing it to his chest in place of a hat while he gave a mocking bow. The gesture revealed white blonde hair, immaculate and long, pulled into a simple ponytail with a black satin ribbon.

Harry's face heated up again as he looked upon the man, exotic looking for the Caribbean, and he offered his hand to shake. "Pleasure to meet you."

"I'm afraid you've felt no pleasure just yet, Evans," Malfoy replied as he took the man's hand and gave it a firm shake, letting it linger there a little too long for politeness.

"Do you know anything of Dread Pirate Black?" he blurted, trying to steer away from the sexual innuendos the man kept tossing his way. Had he not been on a mission, Harry would have eagerly played along and bedded the beautiful man, but duty always came first.

A flash of recognition crossed the man's gray eyes and he nodded. "Who doesn't? The man is legendary."

"He's a scoundrel, nothing more than a two-bit Pirate," Harry spat. Legends were meant for people who did right and good by others; not for those who pillaged and murdered.

Malfoy chuckled, that sparkle growing in his otherwise steely gaze. "How do you know I'm not a pirate?"

"I don't, but it matters little to me whether you are or not. I just want Black," Harry replied.

"Want him the same way you want me?" Malfoy challenged, casually leaning back in his chair.

Harry's throat went slightly dry. It had been quite a while since he'd been with another man, he'd been so focused on finding and catching Black that his personal needs took a backseat to his vengeance, but now, sitting here looking at Malfoy's perfect lips made him wonder if holding out hadn't been a bigger distraction. "I'm here on business."

"Of course you are. A big, bad man like yourself couldn't possibly take a moment out of his busy day for a bit of fun, could he?" Malfoy teased, lifting the glass of dark rum to his lips once more.

Harry stood up, tired of the man's game, and pushed away from the table. "Never mind. I'll ask someone else."

"Hold your pretty little arse just a moment would you," Malfoy called. "I know where this Black fellow usually haunts while he's here. I can take you to him –for a price."

"You want gold?" Harry asked, rummaging into his pockets for the satchel of coins he always kept on hand.

"Gold is easy to come by, but a fine bloke like yourself is like a needle in the proverbial haystack," Malfoy replied, smirking wickedly.

"Sex for information?" Harry clarified, narrowing his eyes slightly. He'd never hear the end of this from Ron, but he was itching to get closer to the pale blonde man and he was reluctant to resist the offer.

"Aye," Malfoy rasped, his tone thick with lust.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at the handsome man, unsure of what to do or how to proceed. He'd certainly like to bed the delicious figure, but knowing that, he also wanted to do right by his sworn oath to the Queen, and catching Black was his priority. Although, there was a possibility that two birds could be killed with one sweaty heaving stone, then again, he knew it was also likely that Malfoy was lying about knowing even a single thing about Black's whereabouts.

With a sigh he gave in to his mortal desires and nodded his consent, opting to forgo his usual rules and throw caution to the wind as Ron always suggested. His gut told him that Malfoy did actually know something, and that by the end of the night, Harry would know it, too.

Malfoy stood, grabbed Harry by the belt and pulled him into a rough kiss. Harry melted against him, his hands immediately going to the other man's trim waist to steady himself as he returned the kiss with a heated fervor, biting into Malfoy's bottom lip and tasting deeply of the mysterious man.

"Oh, this is going to be good fun," Malfoy chuckled darkly once they had parted. He led Harry through the tavern and up the stairs with his hand still firmly planted on the ebony haired Captain's belt, only stopping when they reached a door at the far end of the narrow second floor corridor.

Once inside, Malfoy shoved Harry roughly toward the bed before slamming the door shut behind them. "You're quite the catch, aren't you Evans?" he purred as he stalked up to the Captain. Harry remained silent, not knowing how to answer such a loaded question. "Do you think I'm a catch?" Malfoy asked, with a slow and deliberate smirk.

It took a moment for Harry to answer, for Malfoy immediately lunged at his neck, licking and sucking a trail down Harry's salty skin. "Yes," he finally whispered hoarsely, though he didn't know if it was in response to the blonde's question or the hand that tugged firmly at his shirt.

"You taste of the ocean, Evans. I love the ocean. She bestows her bounty upon me whenever I ask, and here I am, getting exactly what I want yet again," Malfoy rasped, before taking Harry's mouth in another hasty kiss.

Harry moaned against his mouth, biting and lapping for dominance as Malfoy took the liberty of removing both their shirts. Lithe hands made quick work of Harry's trousers, and soon he felt them pool on the floor at his feet. When Malfoy stepped back to admire his conquest, he gasped slightly at the sight, obviously pleased before pulling Harry to him to ravage his mouth once more. "Stunning," the man breathed between their joined lips.

Harry grappled with the other man's trousers before shoving Malfoy to the bed and smiling at the exquisite body that sprawled beneath him; a tight muscled chest, trim fit waist, and strong legs –not to mention a glorious pink cock just begging for attention. He had been so long without a companion, and here was this perfect specimen lying naked for his taking; Harry lunged, enthusiastically groping the man's pale body until his fingers curled around Malfoy's cock.

A shallow gasp escaped the blonde's lips as he returned the favor, the warmth of his hand squeezing Harry with practiced ease. Malfoy deftly switched their positions and pulled away before Harry could protest, closing his mouth over the man's throbbing erection. Harry very nearly whimpered at the feeling of Malfoy's tongue swirling and sucking him in, bringing him just to the edge and then making him crash back down with a sharp, painful pull to his balls. When the warm folds of Malfoy's mouth were removed, Harry actually groaned in frustration, only to look up in time to see Malfoy's fingers leaving his mouth and being shoved roughly into Harry's tight cavity.

Harry shouted in agony before those clever fingers found their target and then the Captain nearly melted into the bed as pleasure overtook him. "Fuck," he rasped, bucking his hips to take more of Malfoy's fingers like a wanton whore. The view seemed to encourage the blonde, for he quickly replaced his fingers with his waiting cock, pushing gently against Harry's entrance until he breached.

The sound of needy groans met Harry's ears but he wasn't certain whose lips they had come from. Malfoy's thrusts were shallow at first, frustratingly so, until Harry grabbed his hips and pulled him more forcefully inside. He winced as Malfoy filled him, but soon the man built up a steady rhythm and Harry was moaning for release. Those long fingers found his erection once more and began jerking Harry to completion, each stroke sending him closer and closer to the edge until Harry crashed over it, taking Malfoy with him as he clenched tightly around the other man's emptying cock.

Spent, the two men fell together in a sweaty heap, breath coming in gasps until they both shifted lazily to the side. Malfoy leaned in and Harry thought the blonde was going to kiss him again, but instead those pale fingers drifted to touch the emerald bauble around his neck. "Where'd you get that?" he asked softly.

"My mum," Harry replied, fingering the trinket he knew so well.

"How precious," the other man teased, getting up to fetch his trousers.

Harry sighed, wishing the man he'd just been with had a modicum of decency. "You promised information."

"No, I promised to lead you to Black, and so I will," the man replied, tossing his shirt back on but he didn't bother to tie it back up so it hung loosely around him, leaving his perfect pale chest exposed. "Come on," he ordered and Harry scrambled to throw on his own clothes before following the silky blonde from the room. They left the tavern and headed back toward the dock. When the got to the end of the wharf, the man pointed toward the silvery ship anchored in the bay. "That's his ship."

"I know," Harry replied with a roll of his eyes.

"The Silver Serpent –fastest ship in the Caribbean," the man murmured with slight awe. "Black rarely leaves the ship,"

"Surely he leaves if it's anchored," Harry reasoned, curious to know if Malfoy was correct.

"Not typically, only if he's feeling particularly needy will he bother to go ashore. He feels safer on his ship," Malfoy told him.

"How do you know all this?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Let's just say I know the man… intimately," the blonde replied with a cheeky grin.

A flash of jealousy coursed through Harry veins but he quelled it at once. One quick fuck and he wanted to possess the man? That wasn't like him at all. The blonde had practically confessed to being a pirate himself, and Harry refused take up with a pirate. Something about the handsome man pulled him in, nonetheless.

With a heavy sigh, Harry's shoulders slumped. "If he's on the ship I'll never get to him. He'll see me and kill me before I can even set foot on the ship."

Malfoy quirked a blonde eyebrow at the remark and shrugged. "I could sneak you on," he offered, "but if you get caught you're on your own."

Harry weighed his options, capturing the fiend he'd been chasing for months or staying on the dock and trying a new, safer approach later. Throwing caution to the wind had served him well before -the most recent incarnation kneeling beside him on the dock- so he agreed. "If I get out of there alive, fancy another shag?" Harry asked with a wicked grin.

Malfoy pulled Harry's face to him and kissed him lingeringly, as if savoring the taste of him. "If you make it off that ship, I'll be yours forever."

"Deal," Harry replied with a throaty chuckle.

Stealthily they boarded the small dinghy Harry had used to reach the island from his own ship and with quiet strokes; they rowed closer to the glistening ship in the bay. When they grew near enough to be seen, a man peered over the edge of the large silver vessel, but Malfoy simply waved at him and the man disappeared. It was obviously a familiar gesture, since the deck hand hadn't even blinked at Malfoy's approach. Another wave of jealousy barraged the Captain and he turned to look more closely at the blonde beside him. "Are you his regular lover, then?"

"I wouldn't say that exactly, no," Malfoy replied quietly, a soft smile on his lips.

They boarded the ship with no one seemingly the wiser and Harry sighed in relief. This might actually be possible he realized. It appeared that most of the crew was either asleep or on shore. If he could sneak into Black's quarters, and take him by surprise then he could get him back to his own ship before anyone even knew he was missing. With a determined smile he winked at Malfoy and reached for the sword on his hip, finding it suddenly not there.

Harry whirled to see the point of his own saber resting firmly against his jugular, held there by his recent lover. "Malfoy, what are you playing at? This is no time for games," he warned sharply, but the blonde took no heed.

"Ah, it's so good being a Pirate," the man mused. "Lying comes so naturally to our kind."

"You?" Harry rasped, a shudder roiling through his body as the implications of the man's words hit home.

"I know who you are, Captain Potter," he replied sharply. "A bit of mud and some borrowed clothes couldn't hide that from me. I'm Draco Malfoy, otherwise known as the Dread Pirate Black, pleased to make your acquaintance," he sneered, a sick gleam in his gaze as he eyed his luscious new plunder.

Author's Note: Ooohh... so the sexy Draco Malfoy is really the Dread Pirate Black!! What will happen to poor Captain Potter now?