“…And then they made me their chief.”
Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt rubbed his eyes wearily as he stared at the strange man sitting in front of him.
“So, let me get this straight, Mr. Sparrow,” he sighed. “You are a pirate, who sailed over the edge of the world and ended up at Azkaban.”
“Captain,” the pirate corrected. “That’s Captain Jack Sparrow. And what is this Azk-wooey?”
Kingsley sighed again. Jack eyed him in concern.
“You don’t look too good, mate. Perhaps you should have a bit of a lie-down, eh? As for me, I’m afraid I must go gather my motley crew and return to the Pearl to find the map.” He stood up, pulling on his hat.
The other auror promptly had his wand in Jack’s face.
Jack Sparrow stared cross-eyed at the wand in front of his nose. Slowly, he reached out and pushed it away. “Now, now, mate. There’s really no reason to point your weird little stick-thingy at me. Unless you’re just really happy to see me?” He eyed the auror speculatively.
“Mr. Sparrow!” Kinglsey said firmly.
“Captain,” Jack corrected patiently.
“Captain,” Kinglsey said through gritted teeth. “If you’ll please sit down, we have a few more questions for you.”
Jack sighed. He brought his bottle up to his lips. Nothing. Peering into the depths, he sighed again. “Why is the rum always gone?”
“Sir,” a wizard poked his head into the interrogation room. “The Minister has informed me that he has consulted Albus Dumbledore for advice. Dumbledore will be here first thing tomorrow, and the prisoners are to be kept under close surveillance until he arrives.”
Kingsley nodded, relieved. “Thank you, Mr. Wiggs.” He turned to Jack, who was staring sadly at his empty bottle and mumbling to himself.
“Well, then, we will resume this tomorrow, Mr. Sparrow.”
“Captain,” Jack sighed. “It’s Captain Jack Sparrow, mate.”
Kingsley contemplated banging his head against the wall.
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Maelstrom of Destiny
FantasyA parody of what might happen if the cast of Pirates of the Caribbean were to sail into Harry Potter's magical Britain. Short and humorous.
