A/N: Not as long as the last chapter. Not sure where I'm headed with this- yes, we meet up with Jack. He wants the Pearl back after all, right? I know where I'm going in the big picture, but it's the how I'm going to get to a point where I can work with this that is a bit… off the mark. Hopefully you'll enjoy. Thank you everyone for your replies- I'll definitely put in the effort to continue this if people keep reading.

Until,

Ollie

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Devils and Black Sheep

By R.C. Carpenter

Chapter 2

The swords clashed in a furious dance. One swordsman leapt back, the other followed. They circled one another, thrust their blades, and clashed again.

Someone yelled from below the fight, "Just finish the mangy cur, already!"

Will Turner, now eighteen years old, gave a menacing grin. The man he fought volleyed the grin with a harsh glare, and dove back into the attack. Block, slash, block, thrust. Will's blade sunk deep into the sailor's gut. The man's eyes glazed over and he slide from the sword. Will smirked, wiped the blade on the man's shirt, and sheathed it.

"Did you find it?" Will asked as he leapt from the stairs to the deck. They had boarded the ship half an hour before. Rumors had been flitting about the Caribbean that a ship, disguised as a merchant vessel, was carrying some very valuable merchandise.

"Almost, Captain." Will's first mate, Caleb, threw a young boy to the ground. "Seems he knows where to find it."

Will Turner, Captain of the Black Pearl, drew his sword. He lifted the boy's chin with the tip of the blade. "Where is the chest?" he demanded.

The boy stammered, trying to speak.

Will's blade sliced cleanly into the boy's cheek. A fine line of crimson sprung to life on his skin. The boy's hand flew to the gash, and he stared in horror at the young pirate captain.

"Answer me!" Captain Turner demanded.

"El tesoro se protege en Port Royal, para mantener seguro. Está en Port Royal!" The boy pulled his hands together in prayer. "Misericordia! Puesto me mata!"

"What did he say?" Will demanded.

A crew member yelled, "Something about Port Royal. Holding something there."

"You, boy!" Will brought his blade directly before the lad's heart. "The jewels are in Port Royal?"

The crew member who spoke Spanish translated to the whelp.

"Si, señor! Está en Port Royal!"

"Ask him how he knows," Will ordered.

A moment later, the boy replied, "Este barco debía transportar la espalda de joyas a España."

Will turned to his shipmate whom had spoken before. "They're taking it back to Spain, he says."

"Who is watching the treasure?"

"Señor Norrington."

Will thought a moment. He had had a few brushes with Captain Norrington, since he had inherited the Pearl from his adopted father, the former Captain Barbossa, rest his soul. After the curse had been lifted, it had only been a few years before most of the crew had dispersed, been caught, or died. Now, Will was left with the remainder of the fearsome crew he had sailed under Barbossa with, and a few scurvy knaves he had taken on from the pirate-infested cove of Tortuga. If he had to go head to head with Captain Norrington again, Will was confident enough.

"Norrington," he repeated to himself, the name a curse upon his lips. Will glared at his men, "Burn the ship. Kill any remaining survivors."

The boy began to plea again, but his words caught in his throat as Will ran him through.

"Back to the Pearl, when you're finished, mates! We're headed to Port Royal, to pay our old friend Captain Norrington a proper visit." Will smiled and swung back to his ship.

Norrington would be in for a surprise, of that the Captain of the Black Pearl had no doubt.