It was back to the same old routine, day in day out for Will Turner. It had been over a year since Jack Sparrow and The black Pearl had came to the docks of Port Royal and caused infamous trouble in many ways. The memories of the adventure still lingered in Will's mind however in parts it had faded or become blurred. Even though he was content in Port Royal another side of him wished that the swaggering slurred spoken Pirate would show up and cause havoc once again. This constant battle that was flurrying in his head would speak at it's loudest when Will was working in the monotonous surrounds of J. Brown's blacksmith. However today something else disturbed the bustle of thoughts in his head, marriage. He had been waiting for the right moment to propose. Every time he thought about it his stomach would clench as if it were tied in knots and his heartbeat would soar. So many times had he ran though it in his head, what he'd say, how he'd say it.

He brought the heavy hammer onto the white hot metal making a defining 'clank', he brought it down again enjoying the sight of the metal bending as if it were soft dough that could be reshaped over and over again. His concentration to his work and the thoughts of his proposal were shattered as the timber door to his workplace was wrenched open and slammed loudly. Will's head jerked up from the immensely hot metal appearing as if he had been disturbed form some kind of deep meditation. At first he thought it was his imagination playing tricks on him or maybe it was due to the heat of the metal and the fire roaring beside him that had caused him to hallucinate but there in front of him, with his back up against the door and his chest heaving stood Jack Sparrow. The pirate hurriedly spun round and peered through as small crack in the wooden door before turning round and letting out a sigh of relief.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Jack what are you doing here? I thought you and your crew were sailing the seas battling ships and finding treasure?" joked Will who was still glad to see his old friend.

"Ah yes but a lil' birdie happened to tell me something of a certain interest." He said glancing through the split in the wood again before walking forward.

"You mean Cotton's parrot can actually say something other than 'Walk the plank land lover!'" Scoffed Will.

"Not that bird! A red coat mentioned something about marriage." Smirked the pirate as he lent over inspecting Will's work.

"I guess words getting around fast."

"It's the only fast thing the navy can handle."

"So let me guess you came all the way from where ever you were sailing to come say congratulations?"

"That and some rum!... However I did come to see this ring yer gonna give Miss Swann."

"I haven't got one yet... not on my wages anyway..." he sighed slumping his shoulders slightly and he continued his work.

This was completely the opposite of what the gossiping red coat and told his friend. But then again such tittle-tattle offend changed every time it was told to make it more appealing it reminded Jack slightly of Chinese whispers and how the word or phrase at the end of the game is never the same as it was in beginning.

Jack stood observing his friend bash and hammer away at a piece of metal, giving it a new form. Abruptly a thought whirled in his eccentric mind and the pirate loudly clicked his fingers as if a sigh that his plan had finally been formed. It was only then did he realise that in the other hand he still held his mug from which he had drank rum from in the local tavern.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed

"Huh?" questioned Will, his concentration broken once again.

Jack threw his mug aside, creating a clatter of noise before signalling for Will to wait while he rummaged around in the pockets of his tattered garments. He produced a breath taking gold ring with a stunningly large, gleaming diamond nestled within the golden band.

"W-wow!" stammered the young blacksmith. The ring was beautiful yet it didn't look fitting located in the blackened and filthy thumb and index finger of Jack's hand.

"I'm not proposing here, savvy? So if yer expecting me to get down on one knee forget it!" confirmed the pirate with a smug smile. Will shot him a look that suggested to the pirate that he hadn't had such a thing in mind.

"So you're just going to give me this?" Will asked eyeing Jack suspiciously as every alarm in his mind chimed that his friend was up to something.

"Okay! You saw right through me!" he said as he brought the hand holding the ring close to his face, as if inspecting it. "I need ye to do me a favour, savvy?"

"Which is?"

Jack stopped looking attentively at the ring and drew out what was supposed to be a sword, except the blade was broken squaring off the metal, proving to be useless.

"I need a new sword." Will nodded a task he could perform with a blindfold on.

"How'd you break that one?" questioned Will as he begun heating a new piece of metal.

"I was in a brawl with this guy, big monster of a man so big he had could have had tree trunks for arms." He begun gesturing the size of this mystery man with out stretched arms "I drew me sword out and lunged at the blighter," he said now re-enacting the whole incident with a stage performer's characteristics. "The he grabbed 'old of it and snapped it straight in two!"

"So then what happened if you were weaponless?" Jack paused for a moment before explaining.

"I saw Gibbs behind him clutching a barstool so I enticed the miscreant some more dodging his blows and then Gibbs brought the stood down on his head with a mighty 'CRASH'!" He yelled smashing his filthy fist into his palm to emphasize the blow.

"Oh." Said Will as he hammered away at the glowing metal.

The pirate was relieved the boy had bought his story when truthfully Jack had been messing around on the Pearl showing off his sword skills when the pirate accidentally flung his weapon into one of the cabin walls and when he attempted to pull out his rust encrusted blade it shattered into two pieces.

Exhausted from his performance Jack sat himself on a sack of coals and watched Will work, mesmerised by it all. He was awoken from his daydreaming when the blacksmith plunged the searing hot metal into a bucket of water creating an angry hiss.

"There. One sword. Its similar to Commodore Norrington's." Will commented handing Jack his creation.

"Norrington! He's been chasing me ever since we left here. Pointless really when his riding in that snail of a ship!" mocked Jack inspecting the blade and handing Will the ring. Norrtington and his men were forever trying to pursue the Black Pearl but they never prevailed it just seemed a re- enactment of the tale 'The tortoise and the hare' except in this version the hare always won.

"Hey I can see me reflection in this." Smiled Jack as he peered into the blade examining the coal smudged around his eyes. Will would have rolled his own eyes in disbelief that this pirate was famous for getting out of the tightest of jams except they were fixated onto the astonishing ring.