AN: Yo guys long time no see! Well, it's time that I get crack-a-lackin on writing this next chapter, since you all are asking me to. The poll I placed turned out to be a real dud, since only two people actually did it, and both of them voted for different things. So I decided that I am going to go with the idea of making the two women into pirates, though they are going to be in the next chapter. Oh, one more thing before I start the story; from here on out there will be no more disclaimers, if you can't figure it out that I don't own this movie or characters then something's wrong with you. Okay then, on with the tale...

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Startling Revelations

Will, sitting on the steps leading up to the poop deck, was sharpening his sword on a whetstone he had found in the ships stores, occasionally glancing up whenever he heard a certain little girl giggle. Little Lizzie was laughing and giggling as she chased the prison mutt, Keys she had dubbed him, around the deck, trying to grab the ball of twine from him that she had been using to play fetch with. Every time the little girl had thought she had cornered the mutt, he would somehow manage to either leap over here or squeeze past her tiny body and take off running again.

This time when Will glanced up, it appeared that, once again, Lizzie had the dog trapped this time beneath the very stairs he was sitting on.

"Gotcha now, Keys!" she exclaimed as she lunged forward to a seemingly victory...

...Only for the dog to dodge to the side and then scamper away, leaving Lizzie to growl, pout and the chase after him giggling once more, in that exact order.

The blacksmith just shook his head, trying his best to keep from smiling, knowing that he shouldn't get attached to the child as it wasn't likely he would see her after they got to where they were going. He went back to sharpening his blade for a few more minutes, when he then turned his attention toward the pirate at the wheel. Jack Sparrow, claimed to be captain and father of Lizzie, was a mystery to Will. He claimed he knew nothing about him or his father, but then he would mention something that says he did. He knew the pirate was lying to him, he knew Jack had the answers he need and he was going to get them, one way or another.

So, he turned back to the sword in his hand and continued to remove the dulled spots and nicks from its razor edge, commenting casually, "When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father." He glanced back up at Jack and narrowed his eyes.

Immediately sensing the growing tension, Elizabeth stopped chasing Keys and turned back toward the two men, wondering what was going on. Jack, also sensing that Will was trying to get at something, motioned for her to stay back as he responded.

"Is that so?" he asked casually.

Will stopped sharpening the sword and set the whetstone down, his head now turned toward the pirate, glaring at him.

"My father, Will Turner." The blacksmith rose to his feet as he said those words. "At the jail, it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help, not because of your daughter's safety. Since that was what I wanted, I didn't press the matter."

By now, Will had started climbing the stairs. The sword in his hand held before him, ready to be used. Everything around him seemed to fade away; the growling from Keys, Lizzie staring nervously at them, trembling, the sounds of the waves and birds. The only thing that seemed to remain was the pirate in front of him.

'Why is he so angry at daddy?' whimpered Lizzie, not realizing that she was now thinking like the child she was. Worrying about what was going to happen, she started to run toward the other stairs, only to stumble to a stop when Jack waved her away once again.

"I'm not a simpleton Jack," stated Will as he reached the poop deck, "You knew my father."

Jack waited for a few moments before he let out a sigh and turned toward the blacksmith.

"I knew 'im." He said, "Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."

Will, startled at the admittance, as he hadn't really expected the captain to answer him, stopped his advance.

"Bootstrap?" he asked in confusion.

"Aye, there's a funny story behind that," laughed Jack, before he calmed down, "But another time. He was a good man, a good pirate." Will's shoulder's stiffened, "I swear you look just like him."

"No," said Will as he stepped forward once more, "It's not true, he was a merchant sailor! A good, respectable man who obeyed the law!"

"He was a bloody pirate and a scallywag!" said Jack, practically shouting to be heard over Will.

Will growled and stepped toward Jack, raising his sword to the pirate's neck. "My father was not a pirate!"

Jack rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of the boy, it seemed that no matter what he said to him he would not accept that as the truth. He looked down at the lower deck to see his daughter once more making her way toward the stairs at a quick pace. He once again waved her to stop and he felt his heart clench when she looked up at him with her eyes filled with tears.

'That's the bloody second time the boy's made me daughter cry!' he fumed to himself, 'I think it's time to teach him a lesson.' "Put it away son," he said aloud in a steely voice, "It's not worth you getting beat again."

"You didn't beat me," scoffed Will, "You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd have killed you."

Jack smirked as he looked away from Will, shrugging of the challenge.

"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair then, is it? Besides, unless you have already forgotten, you were holding your sword to my daughter's neck." While the blacksmith was startled by the comment, Jack spun the wheel to the left, sending the yardarm over his head straight and catching Will in the chest. It carried the boy over the railing and stopped, leaving him hanging out over the water.

Elizabeth suddenly found herself laughing uncontrollably at the sight of Will's shock face, the tension from a few seconds earlier evaporating instantly. Jack smiled down at his daughter as he made his way toward the suspended Will and drew his sword.

"Now, as long as you're just hanging there..." he snickered at his own joke and then continued, ignoring Will's glare, "...pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these, what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood boy, so you'll have to square with that someday, just like Lizzie will when she gets older. Now me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by my onesy, savvy?

"So?" Jack states as he pulls Will back on board the ship and hands him his sword, handle first, "Can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?"

Will hesitates but then slowly accepts the sword from the pirate.

"Tortuga?" he states with a small smile.

Jack gives him a broad grin as he answers, "Tortuga!"

They are startled by the sound of cheering from behind them. The both turn around to see Elizabeth jumping up and down shouting, "Yay! We're going home! We're going home! We're going back to Mommy!"

Jack suddenly stiffens as his face pales, 'Oh bugger...'

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Well, there you go! I know this is rather short, but I hope it meets up with your expectations. Please read and review! - Dune