A silence fell over them like a blanket of fog over the sea. "Go on then, you have my permission." He smirked at the curly-haired boy, his blue eyes glinting in the starlight. "Why?" Was the word Harry decided to speak. When he only got a confused frown back, he decided to elaborate. "Why am I here and not on the bottom of the sea together with my father's ship and the other men?" The question was barely a whisper, but the captain had heard it loud and clear. "You could have screamed for help, but it wouldn't have been as loud as the longing in your eyes."