The original story got kicked off of the site for some reason, so I'm resubmitting it. Sorry.
Hey, this is my first Pirate fic, so I need some reviews, positive or not.
Rating: PG-13
Disney owns the characters; I own this story and the computer.
The Golden Pistol
By Not Joe
Chapter One: Run-ins and Rum
Will Turner strolled out of his blacksmith's shop on a late summer night. Nearly two years later and he and Elizabeth were married. Will still thought of the irony when she had called herself Elizabeth Turner to save him from Captain Barbosa. Now that name really was hers, and their child Anthony had been born not a month ago.
The calm streets of England did wonders for the restless mind of Will. He'd barely stopped thinking about the pirate Jack Sparrow since they separated on the day Jack had nearly been executed. He kept wondering if the old scalawag was well and alive. It wouldn't be hard for a man like Jack to be killed or injured.
It was beginning to rain, so Will decided to take a shortcut. But he winced when he saw his best option. Morgan's Way or "The Burrows" in Pirate talk. It was basically the ghetto of England in that time. The Gallows were kept well in business mostly from this region of the city. But the rapier at Will's side and the pistol in his holster gave him the confidence to risk the wicked street.
The best thing to do was to swagger, act in control. Or, at least that was Will had heard from the tavern ruffians and drunkards. Drunken men always tell the truth, or so the saying goes, so Will started confidently striding down the dark streets of England.
He was about fifteen feet in when he started feeling it. Not the feeling of someone following you, Will knew that one. But this was the feeling that dozens of eyes were focused on you and you alone. The street seemed to close in on Will, and he thought he heard a whisper to his left, but when he checked, there was no one there.
Will's hand involuntarily went to his rapier, and the street spread out just a little. With renewed spirit, Will quickened his stride, wishing he had never made the mistake of going into The Burrows.
Suddenly a figure leapt from the shadows, sword in hand. He would have gutted Will then and there if he hadn't jumped back. He pulled his own blade out in the same motion. He parried the blow and then thrust, but his enemy dodged to the left and made an overhead blow at Will.
Will had no time to block it, so he rolled on the ground to the left. He wanted to take out his pistol, but he wouldn't have time before his enemy actually landed a hit on him. Personally, Will complimented himself on his swordsmanship, but this man matched his every move.
In fact, Will thought he had seen his style before: smooth, graceful, sliding away from blows rather than blocking them. Will couldn't remember where he had seen it or who he knew that used it, until the man's face came into the light.
Will recognized him at once. But his braided hair was dirtier as well as his face. He looked gaunt and pale, different from the old pirate Will remembered.
"Jack! What are you doing in England?"