When we entered the blacksmith shop, the first thing we notice is the blacksmith, passed out holding a bottle of rum in his hand. He's so drunk even his snores are slurred. After deciding that the coast is clear, we begin to try to get these bloody chains off.
Jack picks up a hammer. He bangs the chains with it, cursing every time the hammer hits the metal and doesn't make a dent.
"Jack, that's not going to work," I say, after about five minutes of this nonsense. I could hear the soldiers outside. Sooner or later, they're tiny brains are going to work and they will find us. Time was about as much of our friend as Norrington was.
I quickly glance around the building. I notice the giant gear used for making swords. "Leverage," I mutter, grabbing a hot rod out of the fireplace and tapping it on the donkey that makes the gear turn.
The animal snaps out of it's sleep and runs around in circles, making the gear turn. I the chains connecting the irons to my hands over the gear. After a few turns, the chain snaps.
"Yes!" I whisper in relief. "Jack! The gear works!"
"You're a genius," he mutters before using the gear on his chains. After they're off, we hear the door open.
"Shit," he whispers and pulls me into the shadows, hiding behind a barrel.
The boy that walks in looks to be around 20. I have never seen him, but he looks very familiar. He sets his coat down and glances at the blacksmith. "Right where I left you." The man is asleep, therefore he can't hear him, therefore this boy talks to himself and is crazy.
He notices the hammer lying on another barrel. Jack never put it back. "Not where I left you." His eyes move up to Jack's hat, which he set down. He reaches for the hat and slaps his sword down on his hand.
The boy looks at him for a second. "You're the one of the pirates they're hunting," he says, stepping back.
"You look familiar. Have I threatened you before?" Jack asks. Good, I wasn't the only one that thought he looked familiar.
"I make a point of avoiding familiarities with pirates," the boy responds, coldly.
"Well it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. I guess we'll be on our way then," Jack says, sheathing his sword. That's my cue, I guess. I stand up and smirk at the boy, who didn't know I was there.
"You're a girl," he says, looking at me.
"Woman," I respond. His jaw drops. I smile. "What's the matter, boy? Cat got your tongue?"
He pulls out his sword and points it at Jack. "You really think that's wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack asks.
"You two threatened Miss Swann," he accuses.
I laugh and smile. "Only a little." I pull out my sword and lunge at him.
He backs away and puts down his sword. "What's the matter? Are you scared?" I smirk.
"I can't fight a woman," he simply replies. "It isn't right."
I roll my eyes. Men are ignorant. Sure, most women sit in a carriage, sip their tea and look pretty. But do I look like most women?
"Listen, boy. I steal, lie, cheat, and kill. I'm a pirate for god's sake and I don't give a damn about what's right and wrong. I may be a woman, but I can do much more with a sword than you can imagine," I say, cooly. I have no tolerance for men who baby me.
With this, Will lunges at me and starts the fight. He's actually pretty good, but nothing compared to me. Jack joins in and the boy grabs another sword.
"You do know what you're doing, I'll give you that. But how's your footwork?" Jack tests. He steps to the side and the boy did exactly as he should. Jack nods at him and steps to the other side. The boy follows. He does know what he's doing, but this fight is over. We're exactly where we need to be - the door.
I thank him and sheath my sword, about to open the door. Suddenly, his sword comes flying at me and lodges itself nearly 2 inches away from me in the door. I glance at him and try to pull out the sword, but it stuck deep in the wood. I curse and turn back to him.
"That is a lovely trick," I say, stepping toward him. "But once again, you are between us and our way out. And now, you have no weapon." I smirk. He really didn't think this one through.
He returns the smirk and pulls out a sword that seems like it came out of nowhere. Oh, maybe he did think it through.
We continue the fight. After a while, he grabs another sword. "Who makes all of these?" Jack asks.
"I do!" Will replies, proudly. "And I practice with them three hours a day!"
Three hours? A day? What a sad life. "You need to find yourself a girl, mate," Jack tells him.
"Or perhaps, you've already found once and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet," I add. This makes his face flush with anger.
"You're not a eunuch, are you?" Jack asks. That really sets the boy off. But it's not like we said anything wrong. This is the thing about honesty. People just get angry when you use it.
"I practice three hours a day so that when I meet pirates, I can kill them!" he shouts and lunges at Jack and I. I back up and step onto a cart which sends the boy flying into the boards at the ceiling. He drops a barrel of hay down and sends us up there. Great, now we have to balance and fight? Man, this guy really won't give up.
He has something familiar about him. But I just can't place my finger on it. He really does have determination. That reminds me of myself when I was taken hostage on Jack's ship.
It was four years ago, when I was eighteen. I was the Captain of my own ship - The Odyssey. I was known and well feared across the seas. We had just finished looting from a poor island.
"Captain Freeman!" my first mate, Astrid called to me.
"Aye?" I asked. I was steering the ship at the helm.
"We've spotted another ship," she told me.
"Colours?" I asked. Something in her voice sounded urgent.
"It's the Black Pearl," she said. My blood ran cold. The Black Pearl was captained by Jack Sparrow. His adventures made him every pirate's hero, every soldier's enemy and every child's bedtime story. He showed no mercy and he wasn't going to now.
"Load the cannons!" I shout. I already know how this is going to end. Our ship is going down. But we won't go down without a fight.
The Pearl seems to get closer by the second. The ship moves supernaturally fast. It's cannons are out. The pirates on it are shouting and growling. They're coming for us, for me.
When the ship nears ours, cannons start firing at us. "Fire!" I scream at the top of my lungs. It's no use. The Pearl's cannons destroy my ship and before long, The Odyssey is just bunch of pieces of wood, floating in the water. The survivors of the attack were taken aboard the Black Pearl.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here," the first mate says, looking at me. "It's Eve Freeman."
"Captain," I hiss. "Captain Eve Freeman."
He only laughs. "Captain, no longer. You're ship is sunk."
I give him the most dangerous glare I've ever given. I hate him. I hate this crew.
"Captain Sparrow, these are the survivors," the first mate tells, his Captain. I look up and see the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow descending down the stairs from the helm to the main deck. His walk had a strange sway to it. His head was a full set of dreadlocks and his chocolate brown eyes were lined with thick kohl.
"Eve Freeman," he greets me. "I've heard stories about you."
"The same goes for you, Jack Sparrow," I say coldly.
"That's Captain Sparrow, to you," he says.
I look him straight in the eye. "You will never be my Captain."
He chuckles and turns to his first mate. "I like this one. Fiesty, witty and not bad looking, either."
I roll my eyes. Flattery will not get him anywhere. He destroyed my ship and I hate him.
"What do we do with them?" a crew member asks.
"Lock everyone except Miss Freeman up for now. They'll be marooned later," Jack orders.
"No!" I shout stepping forward. A crew member grabs my arms and holds me back. "Do all you want to me, but my crew is not to be harmed!"
Jack looks at me. "Love, sorry to disappoint you, but you aren't Captain anymore. This is my ship and we already have enough mouths to feed, anyway," he says as he walks away.
That night, I had to watch my former crew members die the slow and painful death of drowning. They were all good people, especially Astrid. Four years later, I haven't forgotten about her. She was my best friend, not just my first mate.
I snap back to reality. The boy is right in front of me. He shoves me off the board I was standing on.
"Eve!" Jack shouts. That's all I hear before I hit the ground and everything goes black.
