Chapter 4: Because I hate pirates!

Will returned to the blacksmith shop still seething over what happened earlier. He loved Elizabeth but as long as her father was around it wasn't exactly as if he could say so. He was also furious with the pirate that had threatened Elizabeth. Who did that guy think he was? Kicking open the door he glared at Mr. Brown who had fallen into a drunken sleep once again. Disgusted he muttered under his breath, "Drunk bastard." How could anyone sleep in this place. Especially since something had apparently spooked the donkey yet again.

Will spent about ten minutes trying to calm the donkey down with a mixture of pleas and curses. He sighed out loud with frustration. There had to be an easier way to do things. He wandered deeper into the shop and noticed one of the hammers was laying on a workbench instead of with the others. Will wondered how it had gotten there considering it was highly unlikely that Mr. Brown had stopped being drunk long enough to do some actual work for a change. Also there was a hat resting on another bench nearby. Curious Will took a few steps towards it only to stop when he felt the blade of a sword at his throat. He glared at its owner. "You're the one they're looking for. The pirate!", he said angrily. The man stared at Will for a moment, seemingly confused. "Ye look kinda familiar. Have I threatened ye before?", Jack asked. "I try to avoid spending time with pirates.", Will said coldly. "Well, don't want to change that now, do you.", said Jack heading towards the exit. Will grabed one of the ten zillion swords that are hanging suspended from the ceiling. Jack tuned back to face him drawing his own sword. "Do you think this wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" "You threatened my girlfriend, I mean, you threatened Miss Swann. " Jack smirked. "Only a little." "Alrigth, that's it. I'm gonna kick your ass!" The two then proceed to do one of the coolest fight scenes in the movie. At some point Jack notices that there are about ten zillion swords in the workshop. 'Who makes all these?" he asked. "I do!', Will announced proudly, "And I practice with them three hours a day." "Three hours. You need to get yourself a girl mate.", Jack said. "I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate I can kill it. And because my beloved is marrying some complete and utter jerk, and because….", Will goes on and on about how much his life sucks for about twenty minutes before concluding, "Because I hate pirates!" Jack stared at Will nervously and took a step backwards. "Right, you need psychological help mate. I think I'd best be going now." He was about to walk out the door when Will did that really cool trick of throwing the sword into the door and locking it. The fighting scene then resumes while the British soldiers who are apparently too stupid to realize there is more than one entrance to the blacksmith's shop start pounding on the locked door. Finally Jack decided that this has gone on long enough and pulled out his pistol. "You cheated.", Will protested angrily. "Pirate.", Jack reminded him, "Now get out of my way." "No, I won't let you escape." Jack sighed in exasperation. "This shot is not meant for you." "Then why are you pointing your gun at me?", Will asked. Jack glared at him and was about to reply when Mr. Brown finally woke up and smashed his empty bottle right over Jack's head. At about the same time Norrington and the soldiers realized that there was another way into the shop. They entered and Norrington thanked Mr. Brown for his help. This idiot's my competition, Will thought staring at the Commodore in disbelief. Two soldiers picked up Jack's body to haul him off to prison. Before he left Norrington called back," Gentlemen you will remember to day as the day Captain Jack Sparrow almost got away." As soon as the door shut Mr. Brown passed out again and Will glared angrily. "What am I, the Invisible Man? I never get credit for anything!"