Chapter two

A duel between a blacksmith and a pirate

Jack Sparrow ran down the street a little awkwardly as his hands were still bound in the chains were stuck out in front of him and he was very pleasantly surprised to note that he didn't meet or run into anyone whilst he was running. He had been hiding all day and had so far not been caught and it had gotten rather dark now so it was easier for him to hide and continue to not get caught. He stopped running and took a deep breath and looked down at his hands again. He scowled at the cuffs on them and growled low in his chest. He really needed to get these things off! He took a peek around the corner and his eyes brightened when he saw the local blacksmith's just ahead of him. He cautiously walked forward; making sure no one was around and reached for the handle with his hand. Luck seemed to be on his side at the moment as he found that the door was unlocked. He snuck inside and quietly shut the door behind him, trying to make as less noise as possible.

He took a look around the room and found a chubby man laid on the ground with a bottle of what may be rum in his hand. Rum. He bent down and poked him to make sure that he was asleep and not awake. To make sure that he was definitely asleep he turned around and then jumped around to face him and shouted 'Whoa' rather loud bur still the man did not wake. He nodded his head and stood back up and took a look around the room. He moved forward and took off his hat and placed it on a work bench as he picked up a random hammer that was laid around. He started to whack at the chains and was rather frustrated to find that it didn't work. He growled and put the hammer back down and took another look around the room. His eyes stopped as he took a look at a donkey that was attached to the machinery. He moved forward and picked up a red hot poker and moved forward and pressed it against the donkey.

It worked as the donkey seemed to make a noise and jumped up and started to move and he quickly put the chains in-between two turning wheels and waited as the chains broke. Jack grinned in satisfaction as he was finally able to move his hands properly and not have them stuck in one place but his grin dropped as he heard footsteps coming toward him. He jumped backwards and quickly hid from the person entering. He watched as a young man entered the room and walked over to the donkey to calm him down. He had dark brown hair, dark eyes, and had a slight muscular build. He looked over to the man on the floor and rolled his eyes.

"Right where I left you." he muttered and turned away. He frowned as he looked at the hammer and picked it up. "Not where I left you." The boy is talking to objects; Jack thought and rolled his eyes. Jack cursed his mistake and cursed again when he realised that he had left his hat there and the lad had just noticed it. Jack quickly jumped from his hiding space as the boy went to grab it. He would not be touching my hat!

"I wouldn't touch the hat if I were you lad." he warned and he turned around startled. Jack unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the boy.

"You're the one their hunting. The pirate." The boy snarled at him.

"You seem somewhat familiar." Jack said as he looked him over. "Have I threatened you before?" And he did but he couldn't place him where he had seen him before.

The boy scowled at him. "I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." he hissed.

"Ah, well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me?" Jack said and was about to turn away when the lad grabbed his own sword and pointed it Jack. "Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"You threatened Miss Swann." he accused.

"Only a little." Jack said lightly and smirked as they started to parry. "You know what you're doing. I'll give you that. Excellent form. But how's your footwork? If I step here" he said casually as he made a step that the lad followed. "Very good. Now I step again. Ta." Jack made another step that made it so he was right in front of the door and sheathed his sword. He was about to leave but he stopped as a sword was suddenly barring the exit. The kid must have thrown it and it had missed his face by inches, blocking the exit. He looked at the sword and tried to pull it out but was unsuccessful. "That is a wonderful trick, except, once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon." Jack smirked at him and pulled out his sword again. He watched as the lad took out a sword that was in the fire and now had a heated tip. He eyed it warily. He charged forward and Jack blocked it as they started to fight again."Who makes all these?" He looked pointedly at the swords that were hanging up.

"I do!" he shouted. "And I practice with them. Three hours a day!"

"You need to find yourself a girl, mate!" Jack teased. "Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?" he said sarcastically as he looked down. That seemed to annoy the lad as he fought harder.

"I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!" he snapped angrily and they continued to sword-fight and they somehow ended up on a cart. The cart swayed under them, making them unbalanced and graceless. Will grabbed a dagger and hooked it into the irons hanging from Jack's left wrist and threw it up so it was embedded in the beam above. In retaliation Jack stomped hard on a loose floorboard making Will fly backwards and off the cart and onto the ground.

Jack jumped up and used his body weight to pull the dagger out of the wood. When it came out he fell back onto the cart just as Will had jumped up, throwing him up into the rafters. Will cut free a heavy sack which vaulted Jack up into the rafter as well. They quickly stood up and managed their sword and carried on fighting. They jumped from beam to beam and Will managed to get Jack's sword from his hand as they made it to the floor again. Jack thought fast and threw some sand into the boy's eyes. He cried out and raised his hands to protect his eyes whilst Jack took out his pistol and aimed it at him.

"You cheated." Will accused.

Jack shrugged. "Pirate." he said as though he was stupid. Jack heard the men trying to break down the door and looked at the boy again, whose eyes were watering. "Move away."

The boy shook his head stubbornly and scowled. "No."

"Please move." he begged.

"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape." the boy stated.

"This shot is not meant for you." Jack said exasperated and annoyed. A sudden blackness took over him and he fell to the floor in a heap. The door broke down and the people from inside crowded inside.

"There he is. Over here." a soldier said and they grabbed Jack.

"Excellent work. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive." Norrington said to Mr. Brown, the man who was unconscious before. He had come up behind Jack and hit him with a bottle. Will gaped and thought how unfair everything was.

"Just doing my civic duty, sir." Mr Brown said respectfully and a little slurred.

"Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away." Norrington said as the soldiers dragged Jack away. Will scowled and watched them all leave his shop.