Mrs. Lovett found herself catering to an unusual costumer in her pie shop that drizzly morning. He was most definitely a new costumer; she would have recognized him. He was . . . unique to say the least. He wore a captain's hat and a long coat that looked as if it belonged in the century or two. A sword hung at his side, and a gun was tucked into his jacket. A red and white sash was wrapped around his -she guessed- muscular waist.

He was rather handsome, she thought to herself. Although he bore a strange resemblance to Mr. Todd, he did not surpass him in her eyes. "Name?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please."

"And what kind of pies do you fancy, Mr. Sparrow?" She inquired.

"Captain."

"Captain." she repeated. If there was one thing she had learned, it was not to tick off a costumer with a sword hanging from his belt. "Now if you please, Captain Sparrow, would you tell me what kind of pies you would like? May I suggest the meat?"

Captain Jack grimaced. "No thank you. I prefer things like Pizzaro used to make. I've never met him, but I love his pies."

"Pizzaro." Mrs. Lovett gave him a blank look. "Never heard of him."

"You don't leave this shop much, do you?" Jack asked her.

She sighed. "What do you want to order?"

"Well since I can't get something like Pizzaro, I'll order some apple pies and maybe a blueberry raspberry strawberry. Haven't had one of those in quite a while."

"Fresh baked or to go?"

"Fresh. I'll be in London for a little while."

"Come back at six to pick them up."

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6:00

Dusk was falling. It was still drizzly. Jack had found his way back to the pies shop. Hunger occupied his belly, and he could almost smell the pies. It was true; the breeze carried a hint of apples and lemon and. . . some type of meat Jack couldn't place. He found it distasteful to his senses, though.

He walked on the cobblestones to the shop. A little bell rang as he opened the door. He walked to the counter, where Mrs. Lovett was waiting.

"You're back." She smiled, sort of.

"Yes, I am. Back and hungry. Where are my pies?"

Mrs. Lovett went to get them. A strange odor drifted from the kitchen. Briefly, Jack wondered if this place really did have the reputation of having "the worst pies in London". After all, it smelled like burning flesh in there. Jack shuddered, wishing that woman would return with his pies so he could pay and leave.

She came back a moment later, carrying boxes with his pies inside. The stink filled Jack's nostrils.

"What do you have baking in that kitchen, woman?" Jack inquired, trying to hold his breath, but not look like he was doing it.

A man with a very pale face and evil eyes entered the room. His presence commanded Jack's attention. He had a fearsome look on his face, and a white streak dashed through his jet black hair.

Mrs. Lovett smiled. "Mr. Todd! I was beginning to believe I wouldn't be seeing you today."

"Mmhmm." He appeared mildly interested, but barely.

Never one to be completely subtle, Jack blurted: "You resemble the devil."

Sweeney Todd's icy grin never reached his eyes. "So some say."

His glare chilled Jack to the spine. He desperately wanted to leave. He fingered in his pocket, found some money, and plopped it on the table.

He placed his hand on the hilt of his pistol out of habit. Thoughts flew madly around his mind. Suddenly, he realized something Mr. Todd didn't want him to know.

He spun, anger in his eyes and rage in his heart.

"I know who you are."

Sweeney Todd calmly polished a knife he had picked up from Mrs. Lovett. "Do you?"

Jack's glare intensified. "You are the most murderous wretch I have ever met. Because of you, the love of my life is dead."

Sweeney Todd's expression didn't change, but the evil smile in his eyes grew. "Is she? That's too bad."

Fire fumed in Captain Jack's eyes. "You killed her brother and her father. The pain was unbearable for her. I held her every night as the grief crushed her. I swore I would unleash revenge on the man who caused this pain. My determination was only strengthened when she killed herself to escape from the pain. And here you are."

Sweeney Todd took a step back. His eyes glowed red with a bloodthirsty evil Jack had only seen once before, in the eyes of Davy Jones.

"So what do you expect to do? Killing me won't bring you little lover back."

"Mr. Todd!" Mrs. Lovett said. "Why bother wasting your breath? The man is obviously deranged. . H e has no clue what he's talking about, I mean, just look at the way he moves when he talks. I believe the sun has fried his brain a bit."

Jack rolled his eyes. That wasn't the first time he had heard that. He reached for his pistol and cocked it. "Prepare to leave this world, Todd."

Sweeney Todd laughed a cold, cruel laugh. The gun was pointed right at his chest, and he felt no fear. "You think you can kill the devil, Mr. Sparrow?"

"Captain!"

"Captain, then."

"Mr. Todd!" Mrs. Lovett protested. "I do not consider you the devil. No matter how many heads roll, you 're still flawless in my heart."

"That love is disturbing." Captain Jack stated. "He's the devil no matter what you say, woman."

"Everyone deserves to die! Even you, Captain Sparrow, even I! I killed her father and her brother, and now you will join them in the grave!" Sweeney Todd's voice rang out in the shop. "I will take your life from you!"

"I think not!" Sparrow quickly jumped back as Sweeney Todd flung the knife he had been polishing at him.

Silver flashed through the air and the knife forced itself into the wooden wall in the other side of the shop. The knife, now embedded in the wall, served as an extra tool for Jack, who attempted to pull it out of the wall and fling it back at Sweeney Todd, or would have, except for the fact the knife refused to come out. He tugged a little harder, remembering the time he had met Will Turner and had tried to remove the sword he had thrown at him from the door of the blacksmith's shop door. Strangely, this event had similarities, although Jack doubted he and Sweeney Todd would come out as friends. He wanted Mr. Todd to come out dead.

Sweeney Todd pulled out a razor seemingly from nowhere as Jack finally got the knife out of the wall. He threw it back at Sweeney Todd, narrowly missing Mrs. Lovett's head.

"These are my friends. See how they glisten. See this one shine, how he smiles in the light. . . "

"What on earth has possessed you to sing at a time like this?" Captain Jack wondered. Sweeney Todd grew stranger with every moment he fought him. Jack did have to admit he had a very nice voice.

Sweeney Todd walked towards Jack, evil roaring in his eye. Jack's lips curled in disgust, and he drew his sword, placing his pistol in his other hand. The metal felt smooth against his palm.

Sweeney Todd spun his razors around in circles, letting light reflect off of them into Jack's eyes. Jack, however, was unaffected, using his sword to return the light to Sweeney Todd. He looked even paler in the light.

Thunder roared outside, and lightning shot like a bullet in the black sky. Rain crashed down, and a torrential downpour washed over the cobblestone street outside.

"Everyone deserves to die! Even you, Captain Sparrow, even I!" Sweeney Todd repeated, this time singing.

"Glad you think so, mate!" Jack aimed his pistol towards Sweeney Todd and fired.

The bullet flew threw the air as if in slow motion. The little bit of candle light left glistened off of the lead as it buried itself in Sweeney Todd's shoulder. Blood spurted from the wound, cascading down in slow motion, splashing in a deep red waterfall on the floor. More oozed out, dripping down Mt. Todd's clothing. His white shirt was stained, his black jacket absorbing the blood.

Time sped up, now, returning to normal. Jack dashed out of Sweeney Todd's way, who seemed to be using power that was not his own. He barreled toward Jack, flinging razors left and right. Jack leaned against a wall in the corner, pausing for a breath.

He peered around the corner. No one was there. He let out a sigh.

Something warm dripped down Jacks face. He touched it. His hand came away red. He thought it was his blood at first, but it wasn't. He looked up.

"Boo." Sweeney Todd grinned an evil grin.

"Ah!" Jack yelped. He drew his sword and stabbed Sweeney Todd's other shoulder. More blood spurted. It crashed down like a miniature waterfall.

Finally, Mr. Todd began to weaken from the loss of blood. Jack pushed him up against the wall, his sword to Todd's neck. He pressed the blade against the jugular vein. "I'm not going to kill you. I feel immense pity for a man like you. However, I will not let you get away with out avenging Isabella's death." He slashed his face with the tip of his sword, letting blood run down and further stain his white shirt. "Now you will bear the mark of the Sparrow." he growled. He punched Sweeney Todd and dashed out the door, leaving his pies behind. He came back, took one bite, and said to Mrs. Lovett, "Despicable! These really are the worst pies in London!"