Chapter Four
Will wandered back into his workshop, spotting his 'master' still sleeping in a drunken daze.
"Right where I left you." He said, with a bitter smile.
He quieted the donkey and moved towards the anvil and hammer.
"Not where I left you." he muttered with confusion.
Jack watched this with anticipation. The man was just meters from where he had foolishly left his hat. As if hearing his thought, will placed his hand upon the tri-cornered hat. The hat was swiftly snatched from his grasp by a smaller, slender hand, covered with glittering rings.
He gasped, looking up to see the pirate Captain. He was, Will decided, strangely.pretty, for a pirate.
"You're the one they're all looking for!"
"You look familiar, have I threatened you before?" Jack asked in his slightly insane manner.
"I make a point on avoiding familiarity with pirates."
"Well, I'd hate to put a black mark on your record." Jack replied, heading for the door. Will grabbed a sword and moved to block his path.
"Do ye really think that wise boy? To be crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack challenged, moving his sword down the length of Will's, enjoying the sound of metal on metal.
"You threatened Miss. Swann."
Jack rolled his eyes. Why does everyone care so much about this blasted, haughty woman?
"Only a little." He grinned. "Well, your good, I'll give ye that/. But how's your foot work? If I step here?"
He moved, but will blocked him.
"And I step again."
This time Jack flicked his wrist, disarming Will.
"Ta." Jack said with a roughish grin.
He headed for the door once more, only to have his head missed by inches by the flying sword now pinning the door shut. Jack gave it a tug, but it did not weaken. He cursed under his breath, turning to face the determined man once more.
"That was a lovely trick mate, but now you stand between me and my exit once more. And this time you have no weapon."
Will grabbed a sword from the forge, it's tip red-hot. Jacks eyes widened at the formidable looking weapon. The two continued to fight through the now active Smithy.
"Who makes all these?" Jack questioned, looking at the many swords.
"I do! And I practice with them three hours a day!" Will replied fiercely.
"You need to find yerself a girl boy. Or perhaps you have found one, and the reason you practice three hours a day is because you are incapable of wooing said strumpet. Ye're not a eunuch are ye?" Jack asked, looking down towards the boys southerly regions, trying to distract him.
They continued to fight as they bantered, swords flashing in a whirl of passion.
"The reason I practice three hours a day is so when I find a pirate, can kill him! Besides, you're far more likely to be an eunuch than I! You wear kohl, have no facial hair, a slender figure, pretty face, high voice and." Will let out a gasp as one of his strikes cut the bandanna from his opponents head and sliced down his shirt, exposing skin and a womanly hint of curves.
Long, dark curls escaped their bonds, flowing over Jack Sparrows shoulders. He, or as was now known, she, looked horrified, but quickly re-gained her composure.
Will's own eyes widened in shock as he turned from the beautiful pirate, as it was indecent to see her in even this slight state of undress. Her dark eyes, full lips and masses of rich brown hair had shown her what he had suspected but thought impossible.
"You're a woman!"
"Oh, you're a fast one." Jack said with sarcasm as she quickly adjusted her shirt and tucked her hair beneath her hat once more.
"Are you decent?"
Ignoring his gentlemanly question she spun him around to face her.
"Look, if you share this little fact about me with anyone you will be killed. Savvy?" She said in a deathly tone, but adding another dazzling smile for his benefit.
"I raised a sword to a woman!" Will said, still in shock.
'Aye, and if ye don't let me pass boy, ye'll be run through by a woman's blade."
"No. You may not pass." Will asserted, noticing that Jack no longer had her weapon.
Hearing a thumping at the door, Jack raised her revolver to Will's temple.
"That's cheating!"
"Pirate!" Jack said, as if it were obvious. "Now let me pass. This bullet is not for ye."
"I can't do that."
"Please, move."
"No, I cannot stand aside and let you escape." Will said, thinking of Miss. Swann.
Jack released the safety catch on the revolver, but then with a sharp thunk sunk to the floor instead, unconscious. Mr. Brown, Will's 'master' stood behind her, clutching the now broken brandy bottle as the Royal Navy pushed their way into the Blacksmiths.
"Congratulations Mr. Brown. You have assisted in the capture of a wanted criminal." Commodore Norrington stated.
"Just doing my civic duty sir." Mr. Brown hiccupped as Will rolled his eyes.
"Well, I trust this is the day that you will remember as the day Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away."
Will wandered back into his workshop, spotting his 'master' still sleeping in a drunken daze.
"Right where I left you." He said, with a bitter smile.
He quieted the donkey and moved towards the anvil and hammer.
"Not where I left you." he muttered with confusion.
Jack watched this with anticipation. The man was just meters from where he had foolishly left his hat. As if hearing his thought, will placed his hand upon the tri-cornered hat. The hat was swiftly snatched from his grasp by a smaller, slender hand, covered with glittering rings.
He gasped, looking up to see the pirate Captain. He was, Will decided, strangely.pretty, for a pirate.
"You're the one they're all looking for!"
"You look familiar, have I threatened you before?" Jack asked in his slightly insane manner.
"I make a point on avoiding familiarity with pirates."
"Well, I'd hate to put a black mark on your record." Jack replied, heading for the door. Will grabbed a sword and moved to block his path.
"Do ye really think that wise boy? To be crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack challenged, moving his sword down the length of Will's, enjoying the sound of metal on metal.
"You threatened Miss. Swann."
Jack rolled his eyes. Why does everyone care so much about this blasted, haughty woman?
"Only a little." He grinned. "Well, your good, I'll give ye that/. But how's your foot work? If I step here?"
He moved, but will blocked him.
"And I step again."
This time Jack flicked his wrist, disarming Will.
"Ta." Jack said with a roughish grin.
He headed for the door once more, only to have his head missed by inches by the flying sword now pinning the door shut. Jack gave it a tug, but it did not weaken. He cursed under his breath, turning to face the determined man once more.
"That was a lovely trick mate, but now you stand between me and my exit once more. And this time you have no weapon."
Will grabbed a sword from the forge, it's tip red-hot. Jacks eyes widened at the formidable looking weapon. The two continued to fight through the now active Smithy.
"Who makes all these?" Jack questioned, looking at the many swords.
"I do! And I practice with them three hours a day!" Will replied fiercely.
"You need to find yerself a girl boy. Or perhaps you have found one, and the reason you practice three hours a day is because you are incapable of wooing said strumpet. Ye're not a eunuch are ye?" Jack asked, looking down towards the boys southerly regions, trying to distract him.
They continued to fight as they bantered, swords flashing in a whirl of passion.
"The reason I practice three hours a day is so when I find a pirate, can kill him! Besides, you're far more likely to be an eunuch than I! You wear kohl, have no facial hair, a slender figure, pretty face, high voice and." Will let out a gasp as one of his strikes cut the bandanna from his opponents head and sliced down his shirt, exposing skin and a womanly hint of curves.
Long, dark curls escaped their bonds, flowing over Jack Sparrows shoulders. He, or as was now known, she, looked horrified, but quickly re-gained her composure.
Will's own eyes widened in shock as he turned from the beautiful pirate, as it was indecent to see her in even this slight state of undress. Her dark eyes, full lips and masses of rich brown hair had shown her what he had suspected but thought impossible.
"You're a woman!"
"Oh, you're a fast one." Jack said with sarcasm as she quickly adjusted her shirt and tucked her hair beneath her hat once more.
"Are you decent?"
Ignoring his gentlemanly question she spun him around to face her.
"Look, if you share this little fact about me with anyone you will be killed. Savvy?" She said in a deathly tone, but adding another dazzling smile for his benefit.
"I raised a sword to a woman!" Will said, still in shock.
'Aye, and if ye don't let me pass boy, ye'll be run through by a woman's blade."
"No. You may not pass." Will asserted, noticing that Jack no longer had her weapon.
Hearing a thumping at the door, Jack raised her revolver to Will's temple.
"That's cheating!"
"Pirate!" Jack said, as if it were obvious. "Now let me pass. This bullet is not for ye."
"I can't do that."
"Please, move."
"No, I cannot stand aside and let you escape." Will said, thinking of Miss. Swann.
Jack released the safety catch on the revolver, but then with a sharp thunk sunk to the floor instead, unconscious. Mr. Brown, Will's 'master' stood behind her, clutching the now broken brandy bottle as the Royal Navy pushed their way into the Blacksmiths.
"Congratulations Mr. Brown. You have assisted in the capture of a wanted criminal." Commodore Norrington stated.
"Just doing my civic duty sir." Mr. Brown hiccupped as Will rolled his eyes.
"Well, I trust this is the day that you will remember as the day Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away."