And shepherds we shall be

Getting killed, Kartracho decided, was a waste of time.

For Thee, my Lord, for Thee

He had thought he was being clever, using an Irish name in the largely Irish districts of South Boston, but he had been careless, and "Kevin MacManus" had attracted the attention of a local vigilante group – three of whom also happened to be named MacManus.

Power hath descended forth from Thy hand

At first, they had only been curious, but after he took the head of that shaggy Italian, they had come down on him like the British Navy on Jack Sparrow.

That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command

Kartracho idly wondered what had happened to old Jack – the last time he had encountered anybody from the Pearl had been over sixty years ago, when he had served under Captain Barbossa on that newfangled 'under-sea boat'. The Captain had rounded up all he could find of the old crew, but the centuries had not been kind to their brotherhood.

So we shall flow a river unto Thee

Hopefully, the three angry Irishmen standing over him would be content to shoot him in the head, and not be sending him to meet Davy Jones just yet. This was a sea-side town, after all – you couldn't be too careful.

And teeming with souls shall it ever be

He should probably go back to using the 'Klingonsmith' name to leave Boston – that identity hadn't died yet. Maybe he would head inland for a while.

In nomine Patri, et Filii,

Kartracho braced himself.

Et Spiritus Sancti.

Everything went dark.

Some months later, Kartracho was chuckling to himself as he walked down an alley in Chicago. This city was full of Immortals – as most seemed to be – and he had taken several heads recently. He grinned as a familiar buzz washed over him.

"You look somewhat familiar, have I threatened you before?" An unforgettable voice issued from the shadows. Still grinning, Kartracho answered him:

"Well, well, Jack Sparrow. I'd always hoped I'd be the one to get your head." He drew his sword and made a powerful swing at his opponent's neck. Sparrow blocked it, and the two traded blows in silence for a few moments. Suddenly, Sparrow dropped back. "Scared, are yeh?" Kartracho sneered.

"No," Sparrow retorted, "it's just that, when you tried to take my head, you forgot one very important thing, mate."

"And what might that be?"

Sparrow's eyes narrowed. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

And with that, he flung himself at Kartracho, who found himself hardpressed to defend himself. Finally, his sword clattered on the ground as Jack's sword bit into his neck. After the Quickening had subsided, Jack began to walk away, then turned and addressed the fallen pirate's body.

"There can only be one – savvy?"

As you probably already figured but must be stated for legal reasons, I don't own the Saints, Captain Jack, Highlander Immortality, or anything else you recognize in this little mishmash.

So, this is a little prequel to my Dresden Files fic "Head Count", with some gratuitous Captain Jack at the end to please the reviewers. While I usually don't point out little bits of trivia in my fics - it's more fun to let the reader do that - I would like to give a shoutout to Kalistar, from whose fic "Harry Potter and the Boondock Saints" I borrowed the name (but not the character!) of 'Kevin MacManus'. (It fits with the whole "Evil Immortal's names start with K" thing, y'see.) Look it up - it's on my favorites list.