Chapter 4

]A/N: Okay. This is the first battle scene I have ever written. It's going to be really horrible, but hopefully I get the main idea across. And I made Jack be kind of selfish, because that's how I picture him. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. By the way, I enabled anonymous reviews again. If anyone actually cares about that. :-)

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In his cabin, Captain Jack Sparrow was scribbling frantically. His thanks to the Persian Pirate Lord wasn't necessary, but courtesy demanded it. Ammand would definitely receive him with courtesy. After all, Pirate Lords would welcome anyone who would give them something. He wasn't quite so sure on how the bonny lass would receive him. She defin't'ly won't be happy, he decided. But to the pirate, no one else's opinion mattered. All he cared was that he could seize this opportunity to repay an almost forgotten debt.

He got up drunkenly from his chair, peering into his empty rum bottle hopefully. When he saw none of the dark liquid, he growled menacingly, and stumbled out of his cabin onto the deck.

It was relatively quiet. Gibbs was presenting a half-hearted lookout from the nest, but the Pearl was sailing leisurely in the wind, heading for the American colonies. There didn't seem to be anything wrong about that. But Jack had a different destination in mind.

"Gibbs," he called, stumbling toward him.

"Aye, cap'n?"

"Turn this ship 'round, and head for Asia."

His voice provided no explanation, only a firm order. "Sir?"

"Turn this ship 'round, and head for Asia," the Captain commanded again, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"If I may inquire, sir, why?"

Sparrow turned around, staggering slightly. "What??"

"Why?"

The pirate seemed to think for a minute. Heading back toward Gibbs, he waved his hand around aimlessly as he spoke. "I 'ave my reasons."

Still confused, Gibbs decided not to ask any more questions. Better to leave the subject alone, he reflected He won't give anything else out, if he doesn't want to. "Do you have a specific location that we should head for?"

Sparrow considered. "Why don' we jus' 'ead for Persia. Or jus' it's gen'ral direction," he decided, with a note of finality in his voice.

* * *

Elizabeth Turner was pacing in her cabin. To her, it was taking an eternity to arrive at the Americas. Whenever she had the chance, she would constantly bug Jack about their arrival time. That probably was the reason why he was avoiding her at the moment. But Elizabeth still persistently bugged him, and now she had decided to expand her search to include more of the crewmembers. Therefore, most of the pirates avoided her. That didn't bother Elizabeth much, except that now she was even more clueless about when she could get to the colonies, and therefore, Will.

Frustrated, she threw herself down on her bed-like structure. Immediately, it protested the sudden, unexpected weight. Ignoring the creaks, she got back up, and looked out the window, hoping beyond hope that land would be in sight. It wasn't.

Elizabeth turned around again, focusing her attention somewhere else. But if she had stayed in front of the window a little longer and paid more attention to the dull scenery, she would have realized that the Pearl had changed from its original course.

* * *

Upon closer inspection, there actually weren't that many people in the "army" that had greeted them. They didn't seem to outnumber Fraser's infantry by that much, actually. But Will knew that you shouldn't always judge on appearance alone. That lesson had been taught the hard way before, and he wasn't eager to have it be taught again.

Fraser was, apparently, slightly miffed by this unexpected response. In an undertone, he muttered, "Don't shoot until they shoot first." Will presumed, by military standards, that Fraser expected the opposing side to hold their fire as well as the British were, at the moment. But the opposing side didn't.

Almost immediately Fraser had spoken, a volley of bullets rained on the unsuspecting British troops. The plain, which had been peaceful only a few seconds before, was now filled with noise. Dying men screamed as bullets pierced their various body parts. The more jittery survivors cried out in shock, and the dry, barren ground was slowly soaked with dark red.

A man in front of Will collapsed right on top of him, a clean hole shot straight through his chest. The former blacksmith gasped in shock as the man slumped, sliding down onto the ground to join his fellow dead bodies, leaving a trail of blood on Will. He barely made out the cries of, "Retreat! Retreat!" as he stumbled back, away from the dead body, away from the range of the riflemen. Blood from the dead man coated the front of his shirt, staining the shirt, causing it to stick to his chest.

Will tripped over something, and fell. Struggling back to his feet, he looked back, and realized that he'd tripped over another soldier. The soldier was extremely young, in his early twenties or so. At first glance, he seemed dead to Will. But when he bent over slightly, he realized that blood was still flowing out of the fresh wound on the younger man's shoulder.

He glanced up. The riflemen were swarming over the plain. If Will decided to stay and help the injured soldier, he would probably be killed, or captured. He looked back down at the young man lying in front of him, and lifted him gently up.

Then, chaos ensued.

* * *

Surveying the sea calmly, Jack Sparrow looked out. He estimated that, seeing the Pearl's proximity to the colonies, it would take quite a while to reach Asia. The Corsair wouldn't mind too much if Sparrow was delayed. After all, he held the Persian's soon-to-be concubine.

He only felt a small twinge of guilt about trading Elizabeth. After all, he wouldn't have to go back to the colonies and face the whelp. Being a pirate, he could go anywhere, as long as the Pearl could get there.

A/N: Hope that was good! Thanks for reading! Please don't get all worked up about Jack's attitudes; that's just how my sister and I think of him.