Sorry I haven't updated in a while - school, reading, choir. Bloody annoying, that last one is. I finished reading The Price of Freedom, a PotC extra book. So awesome.
Anywho. I wanted to tell you'll about another new fic. Yes, I know, I know, but this one'll take longer and I promise I won't post it till its almost finished. There are three positions open for OCs of any gender or ethnicity. For further details, read the bottom of my profile page.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
The man began to stalk forwards, his blade poised at Will's chest. I was frozen, stunned, standing by the little donkey that was so cleverly named Burro. I was not so clever, as I was thinking about a donkey while my best friend was about to get impaled by a big metal stick.
Think, Maggie, think! my little voice yelled. Will needs you! Do something unprecedented!
Unprecedented? What, in the name of the Lord, could I do?
'You're the one they're hunting,' stated Will, backing off the more the man came closer. 'The pirate!'
The man (or pirate, as Will had seemed to have established) cocked his head, frowning a little. 'You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?'
'I make a point to avoid familiarity with pirates,' stated Will in a calm voice. Only, I could tell that it wasn't calm at all. He was probably seething with rage because the man put his precious Miss Swann in danger. Am I the only one who realises he has particularly strong feelings for the Swann heiress?
'Ah,' said the pirate. 'Well, it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record, so if you'll excuse me…' The man ignored Will and stretched back for his hat.
Dear, blessed William. My, how he can keep a clear head in the face of danger is beyond me. He pivoted around to his right and snatched one of his swords up from its place. The Turner boy then pointed it at the pirate. Oh God, he was so dead.
'Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?' the pirate asked, taking a small swagger forwards.
A look of resolute determination fixed itself on Will's face.
'You threatened Miss Swann,' he accused. The pirate smirked.
Uh, oh.
The pirate ran his blade along Will's, up and down slowly so that the metal sang an awkward, rusty song.
With a twitch and a smirk (the smirk seemed plastered onto his dirty face), the pirate answered, 'Only a little.'
And then they started to fight.
They were reasonably well matched, the pirate probably a shade more skilful, even though Will matched his moves with deadly accuracy. One bout had Will stepping back a step. Another downward slash from the pirate equalled yet another step backwards. Will slashed backwards and forwards in what I assumed was just he being desperate.
They stopped momentarily. 'You know what you're doing, I'll give you that,' said the pirate. 'Excellent form. But how's your footwork? If I step here … very good.'
Somewhere during this demonstration, I realised that the pirate didn't actually know I was there. So, me being Maggie Knight, I tried to use that to my advantage.
Well, Will did promise some swordplay.
I ran to the great forge in the corner of the shop, neither of the two men noticing me. Then I heard thwack! It turned out that Will had thrown his sword the length of the shop and into the door, therefore preventing the pirate from escaping.
Will had just discarded his weapon. Absolutely splendid! The pirate yanked a few times on the quivering blade that had successfully locked the door, but to no avail. He looked a bit like that monkey in the zoo.
He turned around, smirking.
'That's a wonderful trick,' he said. He began to walk onto a large piece of wood. 'Except, once again, you are between me and my way out. And now,' he explained, unsheathing his cutlass, 'you have no weapon.'
I have no idea was possessed me to do it. In fact, I doubt God himself can explain my bizarre actions against this man. I was partially stunned that I did it; half of me wanted to run away, and the other half was pumping with wanted adrenaline – at least, I think it was wanted.
I had reached behind me, and from the forge seized a sword the Will had only just made, its tip glowing a bright orange. My only thought was to distract the pirate with the blade's presence (I wasn't going to use it) so Will could snatch up a sword and end his duel with the man. But, it seemed, my instincts had taken over, and my blade met his.
His eyes widened in surprise. Sparks flew everywhere.
'Maggie!' exclaimed Will.
I ignored him.
'Let it go, girl,' the pirate persuaded. 'You can't beat me. Just get out of me way, and I won't hurt you.'
I giggled. Yes, I know, super heroic. But just the thought of this rum-soaked pirate actually hurting me was comical, even though I knew he could do it. Besides, the man was swaying alarmingly, and it was amusing to watch him stagger around.
He rolled his eyes, and I used his distraction to strike, trying to put pressure on the hilt so that he would drop his cutlass. It would've been a good move if he didn't know so much about swordplay, and, though he seemed shocked that I had even gotten in a blow, he parried with ease. He raised his eyebrows, and then he really started to push me.
'Maggie, what are you doing?' shouted Will.
'Well, you said we were going to have a match of swordplay!' I yelled back at him. 'Would you mind helping, you sack of potatoes!'
The pirate used his left chain (I now knew why Burro was moving) to wrap around the blade of my weapon. I squeaked, and ran towards Will, pirate right behind me.
Luckily, the sack of potatoes had taken a weapon, and promptly started to fight the man.
They were fighting around the cogs and wheels, which were turning, for some reason. Will's sword was knocked out of his hand, and he instantly snatched another one.
'Who makes all these?' the pirate asked, gesturing wildly to the gleaming swords.
'I do! And I practice with them – three hours a day!' Will answered, dodging a hammer that the pirate sent his way.
'You need to find yourself a girl, mate,' the pirate stated. They battled around, Will now possessing two swords and the pirate holding a hammer in his left hand while fighting with his cutlass. Suddenly, they were locked into an X shape, the blades above both their heads.
'Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is because you've already found one,' said the pirate, 'and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet.' A small pause, then, 'You're not a eunuch, are you?'
I stifled giggles, and nodded my head. What the pirate said made sense (the incapable of wooing the girl of his dreams part, not the eunuch part, though that was humorous). Of course Will would practice three hours a day to impress Elizabeth, whose main suitor was a Commodore of the fleet.
'I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!' yelled Will, and suddenly, with an 'Ah!' from the pirate, they were fighting again.
I ran over to Mr Brown. The old man was still unconscious, which I found quite unbelievable. But, then again, Mrs Forester's husband was drunk one time and he didn't wake up till the morning after next, no matter what Mrs Forester did to wake him. I had a feeling Mr Brown wouldn't wake in time to do something useful, so I grasped his empty bottle and ran over to Will and the pirate.
He had Will at gunpoint, his pistol aimed at Will's face.
'You cheated,' announced Will.
'Pirate.' There was clanking at the door, which both men noticed. Will danced over so that he was covering the only other exit. The gun trailed after him. 'Move away,' the pirate demanded.
Will being Will, I'm sure it is possible to guess what his answer was. 'No.'
'Please move?' the pirate said, whining a little.
'No,' Will repeated. 'I cannot just step aside and let you escape.'
The pirate sighed and cocked the pistol. 'This shot is not meant for you,' he said cryptically.
Only, the problem was I didn't register that he had said something, and I swung the bottle into the back of his head. He fell forwards slowly, not even making a sound. Mr Brown plodded over, eyebrows furrowed in drunk confusion. He took what was left of the bottle from me
That was when the guards and soldiers managed to bash their way through the door. There were shouts, and then Captain Norrington (obviously now a Commodore) stalked over to us.
'Excellent work, Mr Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive,' the Commodore announced. My jaw fell open when Mr Brown said, words mushed up a bit, 'Just doin' my civic duty, sir.'
Little bastard!
'Well, I trust that you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped,' announced Norrington, as if he were sharing a particularly funny joke. 'Take him away.'
So the man's name was Captain Jack Sparrow. I had heard stories about him from my father's merchant days, stories that weren't generally known. He used to be a sailor in the employ of the East India Trading Company, but that was before he had freed a cargo of slaves. I also overheard a rumour that he hadn't actually been a pirate, but was forced to be one once he got branded with the pirate brand. He vanished from the eyes of seven agents of the EITC and sacked Nassau Port without firing a single shot.
This man was legend.
They dragged him away, not even bothering with chains as he most definitely wouldn't wake up any time soon. Norrington gave us a sneer, then left. Very soon, it was only us three and Burro in the room.
Mr Brown swayed, then he was on the floor, passed out drunk. Will raised his eyebrows at me, as if daring me to go help the drunken blacksmith. I rolled my eyes and stalked out of the blacksmith's workshop.
Poor Mr Brown would wake to find a very big bruise on his forehead.
Well, you never should annoy me.
