Chapter Two:

(Sorry if this chapter is sort sorry. I've been writing none-stop on my Star Wars fanfiction (Desert Suns) Hope you enjoy!)

***Half an Hour Later***

Will had already begun work, several noblemen wanted the high quality craftsmanship he was beginning to be famous four. However, as Will worked, his stomach began to complain from the lack of food, and he put the hammer down he had been using. The sound of the hammering silent, Will heard a voice drifting from the house. The voice was male, and through the shop was the only normal way of getting into the house. A shiver ran up his back, and that deep streak of protectiveness of Elizabeth surfaced.

Will took one of the many swords off the wall, and half ran to the door that separated the house from the shop. He swung the door open, sword at the ready, half expecting to see Captain Barbossa and his crew in the kitchen risen from the dead. However, that wasn't the case.

Captain Jack Sparrow sat up, napkin in his collar, and his mouth full of breakfast cake. The words came out muffled because he had his mouth full. "mhWill! Is dis hows you greet-" Jack swallowed. "Your old mate Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Will sighed, closing the shop door behind him and putting down the sword on the other side of the door. "What are you doing here, and eating my breakfast?"

Jack sat down again. "Come to talk to you about something. By the way, Elizabeth is a great cook! Have you had some of these cakes?"

Will nodded, walking over to the table. "Yes actually. She's a great cook, but right now you're eating my breakfast."

Jack turned back to the plate full of cakes in front of him. "These are scrumptious Elizabeth."

Will turned to Elizabeth, who gave him a sweet innocent look. He sighed, then looked at Jack, and said with more gravity this time, "You are eating my breakfast!" He didn't get any response. "Fine." Will shrugged, giving up. "How'd you get in here anyway?"

"Oh." Elizabeth said brightly. "He came through the window."

Will sat down. "Why am I not surprised."

Jack turned to Will. "Because you know- I'm a pirate."

"What are you doing here?" Will asked again. It wasn't that he didn't like Jack, it's just that wherever Captain Jack Sparrow went, about two garrisons and the British fleet followed.

Jack swallowed another bite of breakfast cake. "Actually, all I want to do is let you hold something for me."

Will raised an eyebrow. "Funny how you always make it sound like you're doing me a favor. Just what is it you want me to hold?"

Jack put his head from side to side.

"I'm not going to hide some map to some treasure Jack, I don't feel like it. Besides, I'd be an idiot to." Wherever a map was to a treasure went, at least a real one, pirates usually followed.

Jack raised his hands. "It's not like dat a' tall matie!" he insisted, reaching inside his jacket. "It's just a little legal document that I don't have a safe to put it in and all!" He handed Will a worn and folded piece of paper.

Will took the paper and unfolded it. Jack was right, all that was on the paper were a bunch of names and different times. It looked harmless. Will glanced up from the paper and over at Jack who gave him that 'what!' look. "Alright Jack." Will said, folding the paper and putting in his shirt pocket. "I'll hold it for you until you want it back."

"See?" Jack said, cutting the cake on his plate with his fork. "That didn't hurt too much did it?"

"No." Will replied. "But you can't stay here for long, there's a new Commodore. He hates pirates more than the last."

Jack laughed. "No Commodore has hung me yet, no Commodore ever will."

Elizabeth shook her head, smiling. "Keep up that cockiness and you'll see the hangman yet."

"Then I'll have to have you rescue me, my dear." Jack answered.

"You mean I'll have to rescue you." Will corrected.

Jack cocked his head to the side. "You would want to be a gentleman now wouldn't you? Spare the lady the inconvenience."

Will smiled. "It's good to see you by the way." He said.

"Hey hey!" Jack said laughing. "I'm glad to see me too!"

Suddenly, the door to the shop opened, and at a tall man with the rank of Commodore entered the small kitchen. Followed, of course, by over a dozen guards. "I am also glad to see you Jack Sparrow."

Jack took one look at the red uniform, powdery wig, and stern look, to decide that it was time for a quick exit. He got up, grabbing Will by the collar and pointing a pistol at the blacksmith's head. "Make one move and I'll put a bullet in his brains."

The commodore paused, his pinched features taking in what was going on, and to everyone's surprise, began to laugh. "Let's quit this act shall we Sparrow? Everyone knows you and Will Turner are friends." He took the pistol out of his belt and pointed it at Jack's face. "Put the weapon down."

Jack glanced around, seeing that he couldn't shimmy out of the window without getting filled full of lead, and this hostage act wouldn't work either. Hesitantly, he let go of Will's collar and dropped the pistol.

The commodore smiled. "That's a good pirate." He nodded to his men. "Seize them, search the pirate and blacksmith."

Jack watched as the soldiers searched him. Grinning as they came up with nothing, but looked a little bit more concerned when a red-coat reached inside Will's shirt pocket.

The soldier took the piece of paper and handed it to the commodore, who opened it, seeing exactly what he had expected.

Elizabeth watched as the Commodore put the piece of paper in his pocket and smiled.

"You gentlemen are being arrested." The Commodore said, he turned to Elizabeth. "Mrs. Turner, I'm placing you under house arrest. You are to stay with you father, the mayor, in his residence."

The soldiers grabbed Will and Jack, making towards the door.

"Wait!" Elizabeth shouted, starting to run over to Will and Jack.

Will saw her coming. "Elizabeth, no!" He shouted. "Go to your father's house. We'll be fine."

Elizabeth stopped in her tracks, wringing her hands together. She watched as the soldiers took Will and Jack out of the house, through the shop, and out into the street. The Commodore turned to her, his harsh features keeping that snide and arrogant smile she was starting already to hate.

"I believe you will go to your father's house within the hour than Mrs. Turner?" he asked.

Elizabeth nodded. "As soon as I gather some belongings."

"Of course." The Commodore said. Flashing another smile, he bowed and turned on his heel, leaving.

Elizabeth watched him go, knowing in her heart that everything was not going to be fine.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

(A.N. Hope you enjoyed. I'll update as soon as possible.)