A/N: Hey my awesome nerds! Gosh, its been way too long! Sorry I haven't updated yet! I did say that I was busy though! Thanks so much to all of you who reviewed the first chapter! You're awesome! I really like this story, so I'm excited that other people do, too! Here's the second chapter!

Disclaimer: I wish I did own Disney or PotC, and one day, that wish might just come true! Sadly, it hasn't yet :(

Chapter 2: Blacksmith

We walked into the smithy and Jack found a tool and started banging away at his shackles straight away. Mine were too big for me, so I was able to slip my hands out of them. When I got them off of my wrists, I decided to watch my entertaining for a bit, but then got bored and went on a search for a new sword to trade my old one with.

I was looking around for about five minutes when I heard Jack yell. I turned to see him staring at an old man that was asleep. I'm guessing he's the smithy. I shook my head at my oddball family member and went back to my search.

I eventually found one - it had a gold handle and the blade had Latin writing on it. Me being part Spanish and having learnt both Spanish and Latin, I could read it. It said, 'Only the good die young'. I took my old sword out of my scabbard and sheathed the new one.

Just then, I heard the donkey make a loud, disturbed noise. What is Jack up to now? I walked over to him as he put his shackles into the cog of the machine that the donkey was pulling. There was a high-pitched bang, and the chain broke in half.

"How are you going to get them off your wrists properly, Jack?" I yelled over the noise of the machine. "And what did you do to this poor donkey?" Jack looked scared. I laughed. He knew how much I loved animals.

"I may have... spurred it..." he said, looking down. I scowled at him and stopped the poor animal from pulling the machine. I patted it's head softly and it calmed down slightly.

Just then, someone opened the door. I scrambled off and hid next to Jack's hiding place. The man started looking around. He was young - the smithy's apprentice, I'm guessing. He was about my age and had long brown hair that was tied up with a rag. I immediately took a liking to him.

"Right where I left you," he said humourlessly, looking at the sleeping old man. His brown eyes moved over to the tool that Jack used in his attempt to cut through the chains. I froze. "Not where I left you." He then noticed Jack's hat. I did a face palm as he went to pick it up.

Before his hand touched Jack's precious hat, the stupid pirate stepped out and hit the man's hand with the flat part of his sword. The young man looked alarmed and stepped back. "You're the one they're hunting. The pirate," he realised, spitting 'pirate' like it was a dirty word.

I stepped out of the shadows with my hands on my hips. "Hey, they're hunting me, too!" Incase you didn't already notice, I don't like being ignored.

My brother was the best at ignoring me. Grr. "You seem somewhat familiar, have I ever threatened you before?" Aside from the fact that Jack had just ignored me, he was right. The pirate-disliking smithy did look oddly familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." Again, he said 'pirates' like it was a bad word, but didn't emphasise it as much as last time. Thank goodness.

"Ah, well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So if you'll just excuse us..." Jack turned towards me and we both went to walk to the back door, when we heard Mr. I-dislike-pirates pull a sword off one of the racks. We turned around to come face to face with the tip of the sword.

"Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack asked.

"You two threatened Miss Swann," he replied, looking at the both of us. I pointed to Jack accusingly.

"Only a little," Jack grinned. The smithy lunged at him and they started fighting. I shook my head and sat on the dusty ground to enjoy the show.

"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that. Excellent form. But how's your footwork?" Jack commented curiously. "If I step here," he stepped to the right and swung his sword at the younger man, "very good. Now I step again." He steeped to the right again. "Ta."

Jack sheathed his sword and we attempted to walked to the door again. Before we could exit, however, a sword flew through the air and stuck itself in the wooden bar holding the door shut so we couldn't open it. I tried to pull it out but it was in too deep.

"That is a wonderful trick," Jack exclaimed. "Except, once again you are between us and our way out. And now you have no weapon." The smithy turned quickly and pulled a sword out of the fireplace, the tip glowing a vibrant orange. The donkey made a noise of discomfort and fear and started moving again. The poor thing.

Jack started fighting with the smithy again. They fought around the wooden pole that the donkey was walking around, and Jack started throwing axes and knives at the man, who dodged them pretty well, if I don't say so myself. He was also quite good at sword fighting, too.

"Who makes all these?" Jack asked in the midst of the fight. Well, we were in a smithy's workshop, and I'm fairly certain his opponent was one of the smithies or an apprentice, so that was a stupid question.

"I do!" the now-confirmed smithy responded. "And I practise with them," their swords collided," three hours a day."

"You need to find yourself a girl, mate!" I had to agree with Jack on that one. "Or perhaps the reason you practise three hours a day is because you've already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch are you?" My charming brother looked down pointedly.

"I practise three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!" the smithy retorted.

"Ah." Jack blocked the strike from the smithy's sword and the fight continued. They jumped onto a cart that swayed under them. Smithy hooked a knife into the chains hanging from Jack's wrist and threw it up so it was embedded in the beam above. Jack stomped on a loose board on the cart which threw the smithy onto the ground. My genius of a sibling flipped his feet up and used his body weight to pull the knife out of the beam and fell back on the cart just as the smithy climbed back on. The persistent blacksmith was thrown up into the rafters and cut free a heavy sack which threw Jack up there as well.

They kept fighting, jumping from beam to beam. The smithy hit Jack's sword out of his hand, and Jack swung down to the ground, before the smithy copied him. Jack grabbed a bag an blinded him with sand, before taking his pistol out while the poor smithy was covering his eyes from the sand.

"You cheated!" he exclaimed when he could see again.

"Pirate," Jack told him, summing it up effectively. Suddenly there were people trying to open the door.

"Move away," Jack ordered him.

"No!" The smithy held his ground.

"Please move!" I begged him.

"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape." He looked a bit sad that he couldn't let us go, because if he did, he would be hanged for assisting a pirate like a few of my deceased friends sadly have been before.

Jack loaded his pistol. "This shot is not meant for you." Then there was a smashing sound, and my brother fell to the ground, unconscious. The stupid, sleeping old smithy had woken up.

Norrginton's men chose that moment to break through the door. "There he is. Over here," one of the redcoats said.

I was contemplating making a run for it but them remembered that I had to take Jack with me, so I just stayed there, standing next to the young smithy.

"Excellent work, Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive," Norrington congratulated them.

"Hey! My brother may be many things, but definitely dangerous!" I screamed at Norrington. I really didn't like him.

"Someone put her irons back on her," Norrington ordered the redcoats, and I glared at him. He smirked back as some redcoat put my shackles back on me.

"Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captains Jack and Valencia Sparrow almost escaped. Take them away."

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