Captain Jack sauntered through the streets of Port Royale, walking in his
usual way, arms outstretched and seeming to be swatting at a fly.
"Ahoy! What are you bloody looking at?" Jack said to a group of elderly men as he passed by. "Can't a man walk down the street in peace?"
Jack finally found what he was searching for, the Blacksmith's workshop. He paused at the door, and opened it slowly. As soon as he was through the door he found himself looking right down the blade of a sword into a pair of very familiar eyes.
"What are you doing back here Captain Jack Sparrow?" said Commodore Norrington with a slight hint of amusement in his voice.
"Am I really back here? In Port Royale? I swear I thought the sign outside said Welcome to Tortuga. Blast, and I was looking forward to a nice drink. I'll just be going then," Jack said as he headed towards the door, only to find himself looking into another person's familiar face.
"And Commodore Norrington, what pray tell are you doing in my shop?" William asked, putting his sword up to the Commodore's neck.
"Only seeing what sort of company you are introducing my ex-fiance to, Mr. Turner," the Commodore answered.
"Elizabeth is fine. Now I suggest you get out of my shop or I'll slit you from nose to navel," William threatened.
"Mr. Turner, I'll have you know that I will win Elizabeth back, if it be the last thing I do," Commodore Norrington said and with that he walked out the door, slamming it as he left.
"Now Jack," Will said.
"Ahem, that's Captain Jack."
"Yes, Captain Jack. What are you doing back in Port Royale? If the Commodore tells anyone that you're here, you'll surely be hanged."
"And that, dear William, is exactly why I came to you first," Jack said, patting Will on the shoulder. "Have you got anything to drink? Some rum perhaps?"
"Ahoy! What are you bloody looking at?" Jack said to a group of elderly men as he passed by. "Can't a man walk down the street in peace?"
Jack finally found what he was searching for, the Blacksmith's workshop. He paused at the door, and opened it slowly. As soon as he was through the door he found himself looking right down the blade of a sword into a pair of very familiar eyes.
"What are you doing back here Captain Jack Sparrow?" said Commodore Norrington with a slight hint of amusement in his voice.
"Am I really back here? In Port Royale? I swear I thought the sign outside said Welcome to Tortuga. Blast, and I was looking forward to a nice drink. I'll just be going then," Jack said as he headed towards the door, only to find himself looking into another person's familiar face.
"And Commodore Norrington, what pray tell are you doing in my shop?" William asked, putting his sword up to the Commodore's neck.
"Only seeing what sort of company you are introducing my ex-fiance to, Mr. Turner," the Commodore answered.
"Elizabeth is fine. Now I suggest you get out of my shop or I'll slit you from nose to navel," William threatened.
"Mr. Turner, I'll have you know that I will win Elizabeth back, if it be the last thing I do," Commodore Norrington said and with that he walked out the door, slamming it as he left.
"Now Jack," Will said.
"Ahem, that's Captain Jack."
"Yes, Captain Jack. What are you doing back in Port Royale? If the Commodore tells anyone that you're here, you'll surely be hanged."
"And that, dear William, is exactly why I came to you first," Jack said, patting Will on the shoulder. "Have you got anything to drink? Some rum perhaps?"