"Woah!" Jack shouted suddenly at the sleeping drunken fat man, slumped upon
a chair. The man hardly flinched and kept on sleeping, the pirate smiled-
he would be not waking up for quite some time, and the liquor he smelt on
the man's breath made sure of that.
The next few minutes went by uneventfully as Jack tried in vain to break
the chains locked tightly around his wrists, he knew that if he didn't
break these bonds quickly then virtually the whole bloody British navy
would be storming through the blacksmith doors where he had so cleverly
hidden for the time being. The chains were not breaking, he smashed the
hammer down onto the chains lying on an anvil but it resulted in him just
getting agitated and throwing the hammer half way across the room. It was
in this moment he caught sight of the complicated cog contraption built on
the other side of the barn. His sharp eyes scanned the area and a donkey
standing lazily. With a thoughtful stare he picked up a fire hot bar and
looked at it, then at the donkey. With a satisfying sizzle the donkey gave
a yelp and began to move successfully working the machine. Jack placed his
handcuffs on a cog track and waited patiently for the large cog to run over
them, there was a 'snap' and jack was free! He gave himself a mental pat on
the back but did not linger in his celebration because at that very moment
the door gave a loud creak and opened...
Will had opened the door to find his donkey walking around in circles; his gaze then fell upon his 'master' who was still unconscious. "Right where I left you." He then noticed something out of place, his hammer was laying on the floor, how could it have possibly have gotten there? "Not where I left you," he muttered and then he found it... A stranger's hat was sitting on the side bench. Will Turner frowned at this and moved closer to pick it up. He could not finish this task however as the feel of sharp cold metal harshly smacked against his hand, the young man looked up in mild surprise. There standing in a defensive pose was a bedraggled looking man, who looked like he had spent half the day drinking and then falling into an animals drinking trough for a quick nap. The man wore a red bandana around his head effectively keeping his long matted hair from his face; it also had many coloured beads weaved into it, giving him a foreign look. He wore plain enough clothes though they made him stand out. A plain worn shirt covered by a dark brown leather waistcoat, tied at the hip with a light coloured sash. He had plain brown trousers with unusual but well kept boots, a single belt acted as a shoulder sash for keeping his gun in place...his gun, now that could be dangerous. Will turner instantly knew from this fact that this man was indeed the pirate Norrington and his men had been searching Port Royal for. This was the pirate that had so disgustingly threatened Elizabeth. He worded his opinion and the pirate confidently agreed running his sword blade against Will's. "You threatened Miss Swan." "Only a little." They began to fight. It was systematically done; as if each of them were performing a dance and the steps were absolutely vital in winning the battle. A lot of conversing and mocking (mostly from Jack) was carried out and the fight took place in the roof beams of the barn. Will was knocked off a beam but quickly gained his footing only to be hit with a bag of orange dust, he wiped his eyes and quickly dodged a smart disarming move, he then lunged and disarmed the pirate who had strangely seemed to have his mind in another place for a second or two. The pirate smiled at the young blacksmith who was smirking smugly as he held steady now two swords directly pointing at him, then, lazily he pulled out his pistol from his waist and pointed it at Will's head.
"Move," he said sternly, scowling when the young man moved in front of his only path of escape.
"You cheated," Will said simply, not believing the turn in events. Jack rolled his eyes slightly, "Pirate."
"I cannot allow you to escape," Will exclaimed, holding up the sword as if ready to dodge the bullet and strike the fugitive if he had to.
"Please move!" the pirate had a hint of desperation in his voice now, as the growing sounds of what was surely Norrington's men approaching the barn door. He readied the gun and frantically tried another approach, "this shot it not meant for you." Will faltered, was this kindness in this pirate's voice? Was this villain who has recently caused havoc upon the entire town standing here and refusing to shoot him? Still, it didn't matter now; he could not move and let this man escape. The door shook but held its own as someone outside slammed their body against it, in this small moment Will was distracted and the pirate took this as an advantage, swiftly he smashed the gun butt against Will's temple and watched him crumple to the ground, he then stood lightly over him picked up one of the discarded swords and then ran rather unsteadily to the backdoor and slid it open. Standing there were about 10 royal guards fully armed and positioned right outside the door. Jack gulped as the guards advanced, he drew his sword to make out he was going to fight but at the last minute turned and ran back into the barn, where the man he had fought was still unconscious. He barricaded the door just as the men smashed into it and looked about himself, he could use the boy as an effective hostage, but he looked to be of little value to the community. Still, Jack sighed, he would have to do.
The first thing Will was aware of was a pair of brilliant brown eyes much like his own (he thought for a moment he was looking into a mirror). As his vision cleared, Will found himself staring into the serious face of the man he had fought, "and lost to," Will thought bitterly. The blacksmith apprentice struggled in vain as the pirate pulled him up roughly and propped him up using his empty hand. Will's vision swam and he groaned woefully. The pirate was not smiling, his victory was short-lived Will figured as he heard loud bangs coming from both exits out of the barn, the apprentice almost laughed but thought better of it.
"If I can only reach a sword I will have him off guard, he thinks I cannot rise after that blow to my head," Will thought quietly to himself, "its either that or face the shame of loosing to that lowlife."
Jack woke the sleeping boy and checked him over swiftly and then made his way over to the door and peered through a small crack in it- men were outside, scores of them. He muttered to himself calmly, he needed to act, and he needed to act fast. However, his brilliant plan (which he had yet to think up) was stopped abruptly in its path as he felt the cool biting steel of a sword. Jack's eyes widened in slight fear and he turned around, masking his emotions.
"You," Jack growled quite annoyed now, "don't know when to give up, do ye know who I am boy?" The boy smirked and gave a hearty laugh,
"I hardly think that it is correct for YOU to be threatening ME, pirate. Seeing as I have the weapon at hand and you don't."
"Well at least yer not totally brain-dead like I first thought ye were," Jack taunted, "but I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
Jack knew this meant nothing to the youngster and yet he felt pride rise up in him as his title, which admittedly hadn't been used for some time, now was said aloud again, even if it was said by him. This pride was cut short however when Will laughed again and rose the sword closer to the pirates neck. The blade mocked Jack, its cold death touch pressed against his skin, in a silent dare to move even an inch.
BANG...BANG...BANG...BANG! The back entrance to the blacksmiths burst open and many soldiers rushed in, guns and swords at the ready. Will let down his sword and took a step backwards, now admitting to his protesting body that he needed to sit down in order to stop his vision from swimming.
"I am glad that he chose not to fight, or I don't know whether I could keep upright, let alone beat him," he told himself as he moved over to the edge of the room to watch in silence as the pirate was to be arrested.
This was not to be however, as Jack had a few clever tricks up his sleeve. The pirate held out his hands nervously as a navy soldier approached him, and went to grab his wrists. At the last moment Jack raised an elbow to the other man's face and darted for his sword. Without thinking he ran the sword through the soldier's body and turned to face the other approaching men.
"Sorry mate, it was nothin' personal, either you or me," Jack said to the already dead man as he spun round to meet his first attacker.
Will looked on in amazement at the desperate fighting styles of the cornered man. He was slashing randomly at people but was being pushed into a corner slowly by the overpowering navy soldiers. It didn't take long for the fight to end, Jack had turned towards him, intent on killing the man blocking Will's view. He did so and then they locked onto each other's eyes for half a second. Dark half frantic eyes met with stern darker ones, then, it was all over...
A/N- Ok so do you want to find out more? Is it a good start to a story and do I need to improve on anything? Please please please tell me!!!! Constructive criticism is welcome!
Will had opened the door to find his donkey walking around in circles; his gaze then fell upon his 'master' who was still unconscious. "Right where I left you." He then noticed something out of place, his hammer was laying on the floor, how could it have possibly have gotten there? "Not where I left you," he muttered and then he found it... A stranger's hat was sitting on the side bench. Will Turner frowned at this and moved closer to pick it up. He could not finish this task however as the feel of sharp cold metal harshly smacked against his hand, the young man looked up in mild surprise. There standing in a defensive pose was a bedraggled looking man, who looked like he had spent half the day drinking and then falling into an animals drinking trough for a quick nap. The man wore a red bandana around his head effectively keeping his long matted hair from his face; it also had many coloured beads weaved into it, giving him a foreign look. He wore plain enough clothes though they made him stand out. A plain worn shirt covered by a dark brown leather waistcoat, tied at the hip with a light coloured sash. He had plain brown trousers with unusual but well kept boots, a single belt acted as a shoulder sash for keeping his gun in place...his gun, now that could be dangerous. Will turner instantly knew from this fact that this man was indeed the pirate Norrington and his men had been searching Port Royal for. This was the pirate that had so disgustingly threatened Elizabeth. He worded his opinion and the pirate confidently agreed running his sword blade against Will's. "You threatened Miss Swan." "Only a little." They began to fight. It was systematically done; as if each of them were performing a dance and the steps were absolutely vital in winning the battle. A lot of conversing and mocking (mostly from Jack) was carried out and the fight took place in the roof beams of the barn. Will was knocked off a beam but quickly gained his footing only to be hit with a bag of orange dust, he wiped his eyes and quickly dodged a smart disarming move, he then lunged and disarmed the pirate who had strangely seemed to have his mind in another place for a second or two. The pirate smiled at the young blacksmith who was smirking smugly as he held steady now two swords directly pointing at him, then, lazily he pulled out his pistol from his waist and pointed it at Will's head.
"Move," he said sternly, scowling when the young man moved in front of his only path of escape.
"You cheated," Will said simply, not believing the turn in events. Jack rolled his eyes slightly, "Pirate."
"I cannot allow you to escape," Will exclaimed, holding up the sword as if ready to dodge the bullet and strike the fugitive if he had to.
"Please move!" the pirate had a hint of desperation in his voice now, as the growing sounds of what was surely Norrington's men approaching the barn door. He readied the gun and frantically tried another approach, "this shot it not meant for you." Will faltered, was this kindness in this pirate's voice? Was this villain who has recently caused havoc upon the entire town standing here and refusing to shoot him? Still, it didn't matter now; he could not move and let this man escape. The door shook but held its own as someone outside slammed their body against it, in this small moment Will was distracted and the pirate took this as an advantage, swiftly he smashed the gun butt against Will's temple and watched him crumple to the ground, he then stood lightly over him picked up one of the discarded swords and then ran rather unsteadily to the backdoor and slid it open. Standing there were about 10 royal guards fully armed and positioned right outside the door. Jack gulped as the guards advanced, he drew his sword to make out he was going to fight but at the last minute turned and ran back into the barn, where the man he had fought was still unconscious. He barricaded the door just as the men smashed into it and looked about himself, he could use the boy as an effective hostage, but he looked to be of little value to the community. Still, Jack sighed, he would have to do.
The first thing Will was aware of was a pair of brilliant brown eyes much like his own (he thought for a moment he was looking into a mirror). As his vision cleared, Will found himself staring into the serious face of the man he had fought, "and lost to," Will thought bitterly. The blacksmith apprentice struggled in vain as the pirate pulled him up roughly and propped him up using his empty hand. Will's vision swam and he groaned woefully. The pirate was not smiling, his victory was short-lived Will figured as he heard loud bangs coming from both exits out of the barn, the apprentice almost laughed but thought better of it.
"If I can only reach a sword I will have him off guard, he thinks I cannot rise after that blow to my head," Will thought quietly to himself, "its either that or face the shame of loosing to that lowlife."
Jack woke the sleeping boy and checked him over swiftly and then made his way over to the door and peered through a small crack in it- men were outside, scores of them. He muttered to himself calmly, he needed to act, and he needed to act fast. However, his brilliant plan (which he had yet to think up) was stopped abruptly in its path as he felt the cool biting steel of a sword. Jack's eyes widened in slight fear and he turned around, masking his emotions.
"You," Jack growled quite annoyed now, "don't know when to give up, do ye know who I am boy?" The boy smirked and gave a hearty laugh,
"I hardly think that it is correct for YOU to be threatening ME, pirate. Seeing as I have the weapon at hand and you don't."
"Well at least yer not totally brain-dead like I first thought ye were," Jack taunted, "but I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
Jack knew this meant nothing to the youngster and yet he felt pride rise up in him as his title, which admittedly hadn't been used for some time, now was said aloud again, even if it was said by him. This pride was cut short however when Will laughed again and rose the sword closer to the pirates neck. The blade mocked Jack, its cold death touch pressed against his skin, in a silent dare to move even an inch.
BANG...BANG...BANG...BANG! The back entrance to the blacksmiths burst open and many soldiers rushed in, guns and swords at the ready. Will let down his sword and took a step backwards, now admitting to his protesting body that he needed to sit down in order to stop his vision from swimming.
"I am glad that he chose not to fight, or I don't know whether I could keep upright, let alone beat him," he told himself as he moved over to the edge of the room to watch in silence as the pirate was to be arrested.
This was not to be however, as Jack had a few clever tricks up his sleeve. The pirate held out his hands nervously as a navy soldier approached him, and went to grab his wrists. At the last moment Jack raised an elbow to the other man's face and darted for his sword. Without thinking he ran the sword through the soldier's body and turned to face the other approaching men.
"Sorry mate, it was nothin' personal, either you or me," Jack said to the already dead man as he spun round to meet his first attacker.
Will looked on in amazement at the desperate fighting styles of the cornered man. He was slashing randomly at people but was being pushed into a corner slowly by the overpowering navy soldiers. It didn't take long for the fight to end, Jack had turned towards him, intent on killing the man blocking Will's view. He did so and then they locked onto each other's eyes for half a second. Dark half frantic eyes met with stern darker ones, then, it was all over...
A/N- Ok so do you want to find out more? Is it a good start to a story and do I need to improve on anything? Please please please tell me!!!! Constructive criticism is welcome!
