Skit: Hello, I'm baaaaaack! This time I am writing on one of my favorite subjects! Pirates!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE yep!!!! Only there's a twist on this one! ( a slight one but a twist just the same) You see……….oh wait!!!!! I have to tell you in the summary.

Harry: I like this story

Draco: Me two, but she has me WAY OOC!!!!!!!!!!

Harry: that's ok, we still get to shag………………..

Draco: ………………………………...... Hey Harry

Harry: Yerpes?

Draco:……………………………........you wanna practice

Harry: HELL YEAH! tackles

Skit: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Summary: Draco's a thief/seaman, Harry's a pirate……….Draco gets caught. Harry takes him as a first mate. Love arises, but someone's after Draco and guess what I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll! The catch……………well actually there's not much of a catch unless you count the fact that most of them talk normally. Hehehehehehe well I hope you like, bye bye.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione

Warning: attempted rape, language, sexual content

Chapter One: A Thief and a Pirate

A lone figure swept through the empty halls of the governors house. He made not a noise in his travels, inserting nick-knacks and valuables into his pocket as he went. At the end of the hall he opened a door. Inside was clearly a bedroom. A large, steal-framed bed sat in the center of the chamber, two large windows framing it. On the left hand side of the room sat a large, mahogany desk in which the stranger soon approached. Reaching into the top drawer, he smirked as he pulled out a necklace of diamonds. He soon began searching the rest of the desk, pulling odds and ends from its compartments then putting the items in his pockets. He left a single rose in place of his pillage, his signature parting gift. Little did he know, that the next morning he would claim himself a fool for this act.

The next morning, the sun shining brightly over the hills and the waves washing up above the land, was indeed a pleasant one as Draco Malfoy, master of thieves, counted the money he had worked so hard to retrieve the night before. Laughing quietly to himself, he stuffed the lot into his pockets and headed to meet the man to which the money was owed, one Tom Riddle.

As he walked the crowded streets of Marose, he listened to the local gossip. What he heard made him stop mid-step.

"Did you hear? The Governor's daughter was stolen from, just last night." An old hag whispered to one of her friends.

"Really? Are you sure, Anna? By who?"

"Dunno, all they found was a single rose, black if I heard correctly. They say that's the symbol of a Malfoy, but no one's sure."

"Don't talk such nonsense. A Malfoy, Ha, why the last time I heard of them it was at Lucius Malfoy's funeral."

"Could be his son, couldn't it. I hear there going after him." Draco decided it was time for him to intervene,

"Madam's, I couldn't help but over-hear your conversation. Is it true, they believe that the thief lord's son could be the perpetrator?" He smiled, charmingly at the ladies.

"Oh, yes good sir." The first woman said, batting her eyelashes, "But why would a fine man like yourself care one way or another about such a thing?"

And indeed Draco Malfoy was a fine man. His blonde hair reached to the top of his neck, falling in organized layers, framing his pale features. Though pale, they were beautiful. Silver eyes of almost a god-like quality, smooth skin, red lips, high cheek bones, and a body to die for was just the start of Draco Malfoy's blessings. He was the most lusted after man in all the world, or he would have been if he wasn't wanted by the royal navy for being the infamous Thief Lord, following his father's footsteps loyally.

"Wait a tick, I know who you are." The lady began to shriek as his identity became clear to her. "It's Draco Malfoy! Get him! Hurry, it's him, the thief lord, Guards!" Draco frowned, then, being the gentleman that he was, he bowed, turned, and ran in the direction from which he came.

Now, Draco Malfoy is a very mysterious man in deed. Stealthy, smart, and dangerous. But when he was trapped between a dozen government soldiers and a dead end, he had to admit that there was one single flaw in his plan, he had neglected to bring a weapon with him on his journeys. So there was nothing much he could do then to face the fact that he was caught. For the time being that is.

As they led him to his cell in the local jail, he began to ramble, as most Malfoys do when they are thinking of a plan.

"You know, it took me almost three years to come up with the perfect way to steal from the governor. I came up with many plans, but unfortunately none of them seemed…….appropriate for the occasion. I thought of murder, rape ( though I humbly shoot for the male sex rather then the female), and just plain out asking. I tried to ask for the money you know, but she didn't even take the time to consider me. She's a bit arrogant, do you not agree? Why she must think she's God's gift to the world with the way she's been treated. I mean all she had to do was be born into power and BAM! She drowning in diamonds! Me, I had to work hard for the respect I got and I still don't get all that I deserve. She get hand maidens, I get handcuffs. Utter nonsense if you ask me."

"Here's you cell and do shut up." The officer shoved Draco, none to gently might I add, into the cell and locked with a decisive clink.

"Oi! When do I get a trial?" Draco asked, wrapping his hands around the bars and pressing his face against them.

"No trial, you'll be sold into slavery." With that the officer left, but if he had stayed for just a moment more he might have seen the look that adorned young Draco's face. It was that of immense satisfaction and pleasure. Slavery they say? Well, this would be interesting wouldn't it?

He sat back and began to think up a plan, wondering idly how he was to get out of this one.

"Slavery? What can I do about this. I've dealt with more I suppose, but who's to say I will be sold at all. If no one takes me the gallows it is. That would be a fine sight wouldn't it. HA. It seems to me that these……..hold on a tick……………….slavery. That idiot didn't tell me what he meant by that. Not a word. Well, how is he suppose to expect me to get out of this situation if I know nothing about it?" Angrily, the blonde stood and began to pace, ranting at the injustice of it all. He stopped, however, when the muffled sounds of men began to approach. Jumping into his bunk, he feigned sleep. This could be the answer he needed.

"And what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't." Was the quick reply. Draco recognized the first voice as the officer who had thrown him into the God forsaken place, but the second man Draco had no clue about.

"Yes, well. The auction will be tomorrow, three o'clock sharp. This one's a fine one. Take a look for yourself." The voices were just outside his cell now. "Get up you lazy sod, before I take a whip to ye'" Draco did as asked and stood facing his visitors.

The second man he had not recognized was startling to say the least. He had shaggy black hair down to his shoulders and pulled back with a spare bit of string it seemed. His skin was almost copper from the sun's kisses and his eyes so green the sea itself would have been jealous were if not for the fact that the man was indeed a seaman, this secret given away by his clothes.

"Tell him your name, boy." The officer said, Draco smirked, gladly, for certainly it'd be rude not to tell the handsome man my name. He thought happily as he said,

"Draco……Draco Malfoy."

"Harry Potter, pleased to meet you." Unlike most seamen his voice was not butchered, it was clear as day and had a distinct British accent, much like the blonde thief's own.

"You have yet to meet me." He smirked as the words rolled off his tongue in a lazy drawl, proving his disinterest.

"I plan to. Now, what is it that landed you in such a state?" The green-eyed man asked, sitting down of a bit of concrete that protruded from the wall. The officer snorted in disgust, but joined the man where he sat.

"Why would you need such information?" The mocking tone Draco used was often to hide the curiosity that the blonde felt.

"Fine, if you wish not to tell me I will leave you be. Just answer me this, are you acquainted with the sea?" Then is hit Draco like the breathe of a god, this was no ordinary seaman.

"You're a pirate." It was said not as a question, but more as a thought. Draco slid down into what would hope to be a more comfortable position on the floor. Harry nodded,

"But that still does not answer my question. Are you acquainted with the sea?" Draco nodded, this time looking Harry in the eye, gasping at the hunger he found there. Perhaps this was going to be interesting after all.

"And to what extent?" Harry stared right back at him, letting him know that he was not afraid to show what he felt. Draco gulped.

"I worked on a ship for many years, since I was eight to my current age. When my father died he left me with his work and the ship that he had so prided himself in. The crew turned mutinous and had an……………..unfortunate accident. The ship was lost as with it's crew." He tore his eyes away from the pirate's, wondering what the man had planned.

"Your age? You can't be a day older then I, 17, 19?"

"19." Suspicion now seemed to be tapping Draco's shoulder and he kept his answers short. Harry seemed to sense this and let it end at that. Standing, he looked at Draco one last time, then turned to leave. The officer followed him, sending a glare back at the blonde.

Draco returned to his bunk, this time to catch some sleep. The next days light was sure to bring the wrath of Ra, but perhaps some good would come of it. As sleep finally claimed the man, his last vision was that of Harry's eyes, the hunger blazing in the dim light of the cell.

Skit: Well, I hoped you liked!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!!!