Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or One Piece, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter or One Piece and I do not make any money from writing these stories.

Written for: The Disney-A-Thon Challenge, The Writing Diversity Challenge (Anime and Manga), The If You Dare Continued Challenge, The A Bit of Motivation Competition, The One Million Words Added Competition.

Prompts: Write about strength and friendship, Write a three shot story between 10,000 words and 20,000 words, Silence.

A Pirate Kings Inspiration

Silver Rayleigh let out a heavy sigh as he sat on the bed in his rented inn room and gazed at the trunk that had belonged to his captain before his death. It had been the only thing Rayleigh had managed to save from the marines who had decided that to act like pirates and loot their ship.

"I wish that things could of turned out differently for us," Rayleigh said softly to himself, feeling safe enough in the inn room to finally allow himself to begin to grieve. "You could of done so much more, you could of been something greater than a so called pirate king, you could of been a dad."

Taking a deep shaky breath Rayleigh reached forwards and unlocked the trunk only to frown at the strange wood it was made of and stare at the strange designs carved into it. His hand ran over the carving of a howling wolf before he finally lifted the trunks lid and gazed at his captains most treasured treasure.

Rayleigh snorted in mirth. "Even in your death you still surprise me captain. Not a single one of your treasures are gold or silver or any sort of. Just clothes, a few books, some pictures and other bits of bric-a-brac."

Shaking his head and finally allowing a small fond smile to appear on his face Rayleigh reached into the trunk only to pull out a warn emerald green note book that could fit into his trouser pocket and looked as if it had seen better days.

"How I was inspired to become a pirate and go out to sea, by Gol D. Roger," Rayleigh said with a snort of amusement as he read the title on the book. "Just a stupid title, it sounds as if a child has made it up Roger."

Opening it up Rayleigh felt his eyebrows rise as he read the words written in the middle of the page.

'I dedicate this story to Harry J. Potter, I hope that you are finally able to sail the sea that you never got to when you where alive. Thank you Harry, without you I would of never of had the courage to follow my dreams' Rayleigh read as he spoke the words in his mind. 'I wonder who this Harry J. Potter is, Roger never spoke of him before.

Turning the page over once again Rayleigh allowed himself to be absorbed by the story and the comforting familiar presence of his captain to wash over him.

"Roger! Do not get too far away!"

Gold D. Roger simply ignored his mother's worried cry as he stood a few feet away from his parents on the boat. Excitement welled up inside of him as he took in the sight of the sailors rushing about the boat preparing for the long journey to the island that would be their location to spend their two week long holiday on. As seagulls flew over head and cried out to him Roger looked up at them and into the bright blue summer sky with a large silly smile on his face.

"Roger, I told you not to leave my side," the voice of his mother said stiffly as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "What would you have done if you fell overboard or if something happened? The sea is a dangerous place."

"I know mother, but I know the dangerous and I know how to look after myself," Roger said as he turned around to face his mother.

Jane, a prim and proper lady with noble blood running through her body stood looking down at Roger. It was easy to see that Roger took after his father more than his mother. His parents had met during one of his mother's more rebellious phases when she had snuck out of the house to see a pirate ship which was a rare sight. From then on it had been like a classic novel, she had met a pirate, they made love and soon the pirate was forced to set sail and leave again. Leaving Jane alone and pregnant with Roger. Luckily through thanks to some quick thinking on Jane's part her family thought that her unborn child's father were the one who they had arranged for her to marry and had locked her in a room with for them to get to know each other better. It also helped that both Roger's father and Jane's husband shared similar enough looks which allowed Jane to make up things when Roger looked or acted differently to those in the family.

"Please try to act like someone of your standing, please," Jane begged as she glanced around her with a worried expression on her face. "What will people think about you acting like this? What will happen if it gets out only to find that everyone-"

"Realizes that I have some life in me and I am not a boring person?" Roger asked only for his mother to totally ignore her.

"Knows how you acted and it effects your chances of getting into medical school or law school?" Jane asked with horror on her face.

"Mum," Roger wined as he folded his arms in frustration. "I do not want to go to medical school or law school. I have a dream and I want to follow it."

"Nonsense Roger, dreams are for the weak, stupid or poor," Jane answered with a sniff as she straightened herself up. "Please do not talk about just things with me or with anyone else."

"Yes mother," Roger replied as his shoulders dropped, he knew from experience that it was pointless to try and argue with his mother as she would just ignore him or even stop him from going on this holiday. "I understand mother."

"Good, now please act like a proper young man and order some of those rough looking sailors to carry our belongings onto the ship and take them to our rooms," Jane said with a stiff nod of her head before lifting up her ugly yellow and purple parasol up and opening it. "If you need me I will be talking to the captain to make sure that we have a proper journey."

"Yes mother," Roger answered with a small sigh, he knew the hidden meaning in his mother's words which mean he would not be allowed to do anything on the ship besides sit and study. "I will come and find you when our belongings have been properly placed in our rooms."

"Good boy, and remember to act properly as you show off your noble line," Jane said as she praised her son, unknowingly not realising what was going to happen.

With a nod of his head Roger watched as his mother turned and walked off in search of the captain. Knowing better to be himself quiet yet Roger scanned the shadows of the deck only to spot his father hiding in the shadows with a dirty sneer firmly planted on his face. Shaking his head in disgust, it was not even ten in the morning yet, Roger walked over to his father while doing his best to ignore the pitying looks that several seasoned sailors were sending his way.

"What do you want boy?" Uppercut asked with a dirty look on his face, his black beard that had been clean and well presented only half an hour ago thanks to Jane was now messy and had drink all over it. "Are you about to go off about how you do not want me to send you to a proper school that will help you become a man your parents can be proud of?"

"No father, I have just come to let you know that our belongings are going to be moved into our rooms but I do not know what rooms we will be staying in," Roger answered as he did his best to keep his calm with the man he hated more than his mother. "Do you know what rooms we will be staying in? And do you have the keys?"

It was only thanks to his quick reflexes from his sword training, which according to his parents every proper noble should have, that he caught the keys his father threw at him before they had a chance to go over the side of the ship. Looking down at the keys in his hand Roger felt his eyes go wide and his mouth get dry as he gazed at the heavy iron key in his hands. Attached to the handle of the key thanks to a piece of string was a piece of paper with the number one written in big thick black ink.

"The fools on this ship tried to put us in number two," Uppercut said as he took another sip of his beer, the white foam collected around his beard that made Roger picture a drunken Father Christmas who had dipped his beard into black ink. "But your mother and I talked to them and told them that we would take nothing less than the best they had. The fools who thought that they could take our rooms from us have been pushed down into number two. Serves them right."

"Yes father," Roger said as he held back a sneer, rooms one was bigger than rooms two and that was the only difference, could his family not see that the people who booked rooms one in the first place must have a bigger group than them and need the extra space. Apparently not.

"Well, what are you waiting for boy?" Uppercut asked with a dark sneer as he glared at Roger, he always hated the boy, there was just something about him that did not scream noble. "Go and do as your mother ordered you too! You are not in charge yet!"

"Yes father," Roger answered as he tried to keep himself calm and collected.

Not bothering to give his father a parting word Roger turned and walked away towards the main entrance/exit of the ship only to find his family's belongings being carried onto the ship. Frowning in confusion Roger began to rush forwards only to find himself unable to as a bald sailor with a tattoo of an anchor placed several of many suitcases at his feet, all of them belonged to his mother.

"What is going on? What are you doing with my mother's suitcases?" Roger asked carefully, he knew all about the dangerous of the sea and what sort of people lived on it, after all he had to if he wanted to follow his dream through with each passing day it seemed to become more and more impossible.

"Kid, us sailor's are not blind, we can all see that you are nothing like your parents," the sailor said as he gave Roger a pointed look. "You are a man of the sea and while your parents are of the land and us men of the sea look after each other."

"Thank you," Roger said as a large grin appeared on his face at the sailor's words. "If you need any help on this trip just let me know okay? Just...keep it quiet from my parents."

"Sure kid, I can understand what you are saying," the sailor said with a smirk on his face. "If you want I have a little task for you to do now. One that your parents would approve of and that you would find fun."

"Now that is a very rare combination," Roger muttered as his eyebrows rose into his messy hair. "Alright, I will bite, you have me interested."

"Good, follow me than as this is not the sort of conversation that we should have out in the open," the sailor said gruffly as he picked up the dropped suitcases.

"Alright but what about the rest of our stuff?" Roger asked as his eyes flickered to the shore only to find his family's belongings gone.

"They are already in your room, the other sailors and I brought them on board not long ago when we brought some supplies onto the ship," the sailor said gruffly as he turned and walked away leaving Roger to trail after him like a lost puppy dog.

"Err...thanks for that," Roger said as he rushed after the sailor, as he did so he could feel his father's eyes on him watching and measuring every single one of his actions. "We are in the rooms one, according to my parents only the best will do."

"Really now?" the sailor replied as he shot Roger a knowing look over his shoulder that told Roger that he knew about his father's location. "Well Mr. Rooms one thank you for telling me where to put these suitcases."

Roger nodded his head and allowed silence to wash over them as he knew that he would get nothing more from the sailor as his parents were in the area watching him closely. Making sure to hold his head high and his body straight so he would not give his parents a chance or a reason to prevent him from doing whatever job that this aged sailor had in mind for him.

As they walked through a small door and into the hallway that would lead them under deck to the living area the sailor finally talked.

"Thank you for doing this for me kid, the other sailors and I have been worried for this kid and we do not know what to do for him," the sailor said as he let out a heavy sigh as Roger closed the door behind him. "We want to help him but we do not know how...those slimy rat biting idiots who call themselves decent people could do this to him."

Roger simply nodded his head and stayed quiet, he knew from his mothers rants about his father's drinking habits that it was best to stay quiet sometimes and allow the other person time to sort themselves out.

"The family is the one who was kicked out of the rooms one and put into rooms two by your family, they were going to be going to the same holiday spot that your family is going to and this was meant to be their half way stop," the sailor said as they went through the maze of hallways towards the cabin that Roger and his family would be staying in. "But at the last dock they suddenly disappeared, leaving only a note for us to let us know that we should throw whatever they left behind into the sea as trash."

Anger flared inside of Roger as he thought of anyone throwing rubbish into the sea. Through something told Roger that it was not just a few unwanted bags of luggage that had been left behind from the expression and words from the sailor.

"When we all went to their rooms to see what they were going on about in their note we found one of the two children that came onto the ship with them," the sailor growled out angrily, his eyes flashing darkly. "He was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. From the report our doctor gave us there is not a single area on his body that has not been hurt in some way. Sadly through the blood loss and injuries that he has plus the damage his body has gone under through the years with those abusive people the doctor found that he is not able to heal the child. The injures are just too much, it is all we can do to make sure that the boy is not in pain and comfortable for his last few days."

Roger nodded his head in understanding, he pushed his anger lower and lower until it went into his feet. If there was one thing that he hated it was people who abused others and these people had abused a child no less. As he took a shaky breath to try and steady his nerves Roger stared at the back of the sailor's head as they finally came to a stop outside of the rooms two which was luckily next door to the rooms one.

"And what can I do about it?" Roger asked, wincing slightly at how harsh his voice sounded. "Not that I do not feel for this boy but how can I help? What can I do that a doctor or someone similar cannot do?"

The sailor shot Roger a knowing look. "The boy needs a friend, he need someone to keep him company in his final hours. The crew and I are too busy to be with his every moment of the day but you...you can make at least one of his dreams come true."

"What dream?" Roger asked as he felt his own dream come to life in the back of his mind.

"He wants a friend," the sailor said simply as he shot Roger a pointed look. "He wants someone who he can trust, who he can laugh with, who he can be himself and well...he needs a friend."

Roger stood straighter. "And you have picked me for this job? What if I make things worse?"

"You won't lad, trust me," the sailor said with a bitter sweet smile on his face. "The lad is in a dark place, the only way he could possibly move is up."

Roger took a deep breath, he could now see how the sailor knew that both he and his parents would approve of the task that had been asked from Roger. As he looked at the sailor a small glint appeared in his eyes allowing the sailor to know what he had decided, besides he could not say no to a dying child.

"Thank you lad, you do not realise how much this means to everyone on this ship, and how much it means to Harry," the sailor said with a relived smile only for Roger to speak out suddenly.

"Harry? The boy's name is Harry?"

"Yes, from what we are able to get out of him without distressing him too much we have found out that his name is Harry Potter and he is only seven years old but thanks to those relatives of his he is as small as a four or five year old," the sailor supplied before redirecting the conversation. "Now how about we get the last of your bags into your rooms before we go and see how Harry is doing?"

"Alright," Roger said with a nod of his head as he stepped forwards and pulled the key that his father, who was really as far from being a father as possible and then more, and unlocked the door to the rooms. Pushing it open Roger peeked inside quickly only to make a disgusted face when he realised that these rooms were almost identical to the thousand of rooms he had been forced to stay in when he had travelled with his parents.

"Not much for the lap of luxury?" the sailor asked with a low chuckle as he walked past Roger and into the rooms carrying Jane's bags. "Not that I blame you, after being a sailor for so long I have come to like the more similar things in life."

Roger nodded his head and stayed silent. His mind was overrun with the possibilities from the job that the sailor had given him. Shock and surprise were his most powerful emotions as he thought over the information that had been handed to him. As he stared at the sailor who had just finished placing down Jane's luggage and was now walking out of the rooms. As Roger watched him exit the rooms an idea suddenly hit him.

"Sailor...you know how you have asked me to be a friend to Harry to make his wish in his final hours come true?" Roger asked slowly as his mind ran a mile a minute.

"Yes," the sailor answered slowly as he closed the door to the rooms one behind him. "Is that a problem?"

"No but I have an idea, one that might make him really happy," Roger replied with a thoughtful smile on his face. "Is there anything stopping me from picking him up and taking him out of the rooms?"

The sailor looked at him thoughtfully. "No, why?"

"Do you think that there would be anything stopping me from taking him up on the deck as we sail and watch the waves and the sky?" Roger asked as he watched the sailor's face transform into an excited grin at his words.

"T-That would be wonderful! You are amazing kid!" the sailor cried out as excitement and happiness lit his eyes up. "You are going to be making two of Harry's dreams come true if are willing to do this."

"I am more than willing sir," Roger said as he allowed a small smile to appear on his face. "I know all about dreams and how important they are."

Instead of giving a verbal reply the sailor simply allowed a smile to show how much everything meant to him before turning in the direction of the rooms two. Roger nodded his head and the pair silently made the short distance to the rooms two, silently Roger mentally went over everything that he had learnt and how he would react to the situation and the young boy.

"Are you ready?" the sailor asked as he stood in front of the door which would lead them to the rooms two. "I know how it can be when you walk into something like this and how your emotions can be...I still have dreams about finding the poor lad."

"No, I am ready, I won't leave someone dying alone," Roger replied quickly, shocking the sailor, as he stood up straighter and pulled himself together. "Harry should not be alone, not after everything he has gone through."

"Alright kid, and thank you again," the sailor said with a nod of his head before pulling out an almost identical looking key that Roger had out of his pocket and unlocking the door. "I will go in first so we do not scare the lad."

"No problem," Roger replied with a nod of his head as he watched the sailor push the door open. "Just lead the way."

Together the pair silently walked into the rooms, looking around Roger felt disgust towards his parents as he looked around the rooms only to find that besides one less room in rooms two it was identical in every single way to the rooms one. As they moved through the rooms Roger found himself being led towards the living room.

"We put Harry on the sofa wrapped up in a blanket with the TV on," the sailor explained without looking behind him. "Hey, Harry. Are you awake."

"Yes," came a soft nervous reply that Roger almost did not hear.

"I brought you a surprise," the sailor said with a large grin on his face, he motioned to Roger. "Want to met him?"

As the pair walked into the living room Roger found himself pinned in place by a pair of scared emerald green eyes that reminded him of the emerald jewels that his mother loved so much in her jewellery. On his head was mess tuffs of black hair that made Roger think of the midnight sky that he had stared out many a night while stargazing. His soft pale skin made Roger think of the pebbles that he had found littered on the many sandy beaches he had been too.

"A child of the ocean," Roger gasped out silently, unaware when Harry blushed and the sailor chuckled.

"Roger, met Harry James Potter, Harry meet Gol D. Roger," the sailor said with a kind smile on his face. "Harry, Roger here is looking for a friend, he is very lonely and I thought that you would not mind being his friend."

"If Roger dose not mind I can be his friend," Harry said shyly as he gave Roger a tired shy smile. "I would like a friend too."

"Thank you for being my friend Harry," Roger said as he stepped forwards with a soft smile on his face not wanting to scare the boy who was so obvious a child of the sea to him. "I was hoping that you would not mind coming up on deck with me to watch the waves and the sky as we sail."

"Can we? Really? Can we do that?" Harry asked as happiness and excitement lit up in his eyes.

"If you do not mind Roger carrying you than sure," the sailor said with a chuckle as he gave Harry a happy smile. "Roger has been bugging me all day about finding someone to watch the sky and sea together."

Roger watched as Harry's full attention turned to him and small thin arms lifted up towards him in the universal sign to be picked up. With one last look at the sailor Roger moved forwards and carefully scooped Harry up into his arms as if Harry was made of glass.

"Can you run?" Harry asked as he made himself comfortable in Roger's arms and took in the warmth of another human's body. "I want to feel the wind in my hair...one last time."

"Can I run? Can I run?" Roger asked in mock dramatic shock while being careful to ignore Harry's last words. "Of course I can! I am great at it! You better get ready because you are going to go faster than you ever had!"

With those words spoken Roger turned and ran out of the room not paying any attention to the sailor as he carried Harry. As he ran through the hallway that the sailor had led him through pure happy laughter came to Roger's ears making a large smile appear on his face. Taking a chance Roger quickly glanced down at the small boy in his arms only for bright emerald green eyes full of happiness and laughter to met his.

"Are you ready to see the sea?" Roger asked as he turned his attention back to where he was running, not seeing the look of tiredness flash across Harry's face as he rested his head against Roger's chest.

"Yes, I really want to see the sea," Harry whispered softly as he felt his strength slowly begin to leave him and darkness beginning to take hold of him. "I wish I could sail the sea, to be free and go on lots of adventures and find and meet new friends."

At Harry's softly spoken words something clicked in Roger's mind, as he burst out onto the deck and looked around for the perfect spot for them both he suddenly saw the world in a new light. Slowing down to a jog Roger made his way over to the nearest edge of the ship as he felt the small body in his arms suddenly grow alarmingly limp.

"Just hang on, just a few more seconds before you get to see the ocean in its glory," Roger whispered softly into Harry's ears as he wrapped his arms around Harry's body tighter in an attempt to shelter him from the fresh sea breeze. "You want to see the ocean don't you?"

"I do, I...I was stuck in the rooms all of the time before," Harry said, his voice soft and weak causing Roger to have to mask his worry. "I...really wanted to...sail the sea...and be free."

Unable to find the words to reply to his new friend, no matter how short they would be with each other Roger still thought of Harry as his friend, he held his head high and positioned Harry to allow him to see over the edge of the ship and down at the sea below them.

"It so beautiful," Harry whispered out with a small smile on his face as his vision grew black and his breathing slowly came to a stop. "Wish I...could...sail..."

"Do not worry Harry," Roger whispered tenderly into the unmoving body held protectively in his arms. "While you sail the sea of the heavens I will sail the sea of water for us, I will become a pirate and make sure that both of our dreams come true."

A heavy sigh fell out of Rayleigh's lips as he closed the emerald green book and stared blankly ahead of him. His mind whirled like a hurricane as he allowed his captain's story to sink in. Ignoring the tears that ran down his face and clouding his vision Rayleigh looked down at the small book and allowed a smile to appear on his grief stricken face.

"It seems captain that we have a member of our crew that no one ever knew about," Rayleigh muttered to himself with a watery chuckle. "It seems that I will have to go and visit our crew member's grave...once I know where he is buried."

Rayleigh quickly wiped his tears from his face, being careful of his glasses, and closed the trunk. Shooting it a fond smile and wondering what over treasures his captain had hidden away Rayleigh reached forwards and shut the lid careful and locked it. Without a second thought he stood up, picked up his captain's trunk and carried it out of the room while not caring about the low groans and creeks that came from the floor under him.

Throwing open the warped wooden door Rayleigh took no notice of the inn's maid as he walked out into the hallway before slamming the door shut behind him. Turning around to walk towards the stairs the nervous voice of the maid caused him to stop.

"A-Are you checking out sir?" the maid asked nervously as she looked between Rayleigh and the closed door that he had just come out of.

"No, I still have business here in Logue town," Rayleigh replied without bothering to look back, he began to walk forwards only to pause and continue speaking. "Do you know where I might find the grave of someone called Harry James Potter?"

Even through Rayleigh did not turn and look over his shoulder he did raise an eyebrow in surprise when he heard the sudden sharp angry tone in the woman's voice.

"Of course I do, he is the poor soul who has to have that horrid person who calls themselves the King of Pirates next to him," the maid snapped out with an angry scowl on her face. "Honestly, they should just throw the man to the rats or burn his body."

"Good, than he should not be too hard to find," Rayleigh said calmly causing the maid to eye him carefully. "Oh, by the way I would appreciate it if you did not speak ill of the dead, even if you think that the man was not the best person during his life."

Not bothering to wait for a reply from the maid Rayleigh began walking away towards the stairs with only one thing in mind. He was going to pay his respects to the boy he shared the position of Gol D. Roger's first mate position with.

To Be Continued...