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Chapter 3- Before the Pearl
Jack is halted suddenly. "You there, in the chains! Are you Jack Sparrow?" There is only one guard. Jack knows what to do.
"No. My name's Smith."
"All right then, Mister Smith, carry on."
Jack slips into the blacksmith's shop just before five more guards round the corner. Inside, he sniffs, making a disgusted face, but continues inside. He is startled by an especially loud snore from Jonathan Brown, the blacksmith, who is passed out in a corner. To see if he'll was up, Jack starts a rousing chorus of some Irish drinking song. After about half an hour, and a neighbor banging on the door and yelling for him to shut up, Brown is still asleep, and Jack begins searching for a way to free his hands.
Looking around the shop, he decides to poke a donkey in the but with something hot. It's more for fun, than for any real purpose, but it does help him anyway. The donkey starts walking, and a huge round thing with a bunch of swords on it starts turning. Jack hooks the chains to the huge round thing, and they break.
Jack's moment of triumph lasts only until he sees the door starting to open. He hides- behind what is never revealed- just as Will comes in. He sees the huge round thing moving and goes to comfort the donkey. Then he looks at Brown in the corner. "Right where I left you two weeks ago." He unbuttons his shirt, (A/N: much to my delight), though not far enough.
He notices Jack's hat, hanging on the anvil, and moves toward it curiously. Jack, overcome with a fit of don't-touch-my-hat, comes out and hits Will's hand with his sword. "Don't touch my hat."
"You're the one they're looking for," Will says, backing up a few steps. "The pirate. Jack Sparrow."
"*Captain* Jack Sparrow." Jack looks more closely at Will. "You seem familiar. Have I ever had an affair with you?"
"I make a point to avoid familiarity with pirates. One night stands are my limit."
"Well then, you wouldn't want to end up sailing around with me from here to Tortuga to Isla de Muerta or anything like that. I'll just be on my way."
Before Jack can get his hat, Will has drawn a sword out of the fire. The end of the blade is bright orange. The huge round thing starts moving again. (A/N: I apologize for the references to the huge round thing, but I really don't know what it's called.)
"What's wrong with the donkey?" Will wonders aloud.
"I poked him in the but a few minutes ago," Jack replies.
"Oh." They begin to fight, ranging all over the shop. Sparks fly everywhere, spraying on them, Mr. Brown, and the donkey, who moves even faster.
"You know," Jack says as they fight. "You spend an awful lot of time making unnecessary swords and practicing with them. There's really only one sword a man should have to use. And you know which one I'm talking about. Maybe if you had a girl, you wouldn't waste so much time with these other swords."
"What about killing pirates?"
"You don't have to kill all of them. Maybe you could try talking to them, learning something for a change?"
Will lowers his sword a little. "I think you're right. Well, then maybe-"
Jack laughs, "Ha HA!" as he takes some fairy dust from his pocket and throws it into Will's face. Will drops his sword and starts to twirl like a ballerina, but shakes it off after a few seconds and grabs the weapon. By that time, Jack has pulled his gun on Will.
"Hey! You weren't serious, you were just trying to distract me so you could CHEAT!!"
"Well, pirates do that sometimes. You're blocking the exit. Move."
"No. You're a pirate. I have to help the Royal Navy catch you. They can't do it by themselves, the poor losers."
"Come on. I was going to use this to kill my first mate. Now I'll have to get another gun. Unless you move."
"No!"
Jack suddenly falls over. Brown has hit him from behind with a Tiffany lamp. "Mr. Brown!" Will exclaims.
"What, did I scare you?"
"No, you've just been passed out for so long, I thought you were dead."
The Royal Navy, Norrington and Gillete in the lead once again, burst into the shop. "Well done, Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a pirate. Good job."
"What about me?" Will pouts.
"Excuse me?" Norrington says.
"I'm the one who fought him and kept him here long enough for you to come get him."
"True, but you never get credit for anything you do. That's not going to change now. Gentlemen, we'll remember this as the day Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Bring him."
As Jack is dragged from the shop (with his hat), Will hears him mutter, "*Captain* Jack Sparrow."
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Elizabeth is sitting in bed, pretending to read. She is really thinking about Jack Sparrow and Will. Her servant puts a warming pan in the sheets, but misaims and burns Elizabeth's feet. "Ow!"
"Oh, sorry, Miss Swann," the servant says, moving it down a little. "Well, I expect this was a big day for you."
"Yes, Jack Sparrow is quite the pirate," Elizabeth says dreamily.
"Well, I meant the commodore proposing," the servant says.
"The commodore proposed?" Remember, Elizabeth passed out before Norrington got to the part about marrying her.
"Yes. But, being threatened by a pirate! Fancy that. It must have been terrifying."
"Um, yes. Terrifying." *If by terrifying you mean incredibly sizzlingly hot and sexy,* she adds silently.
"Well, that Will Turner, he's terrifying too," the servant says with a wink.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Don't think I haven't noticed your pirate thing. I know that when *you* say terrifying, you mean incredibly hot and sexy."
"Incredibly *sizzlingly* hot and sexy," Elizabeth corrects. She covers a hand with her mouth. "Oh, but don't tell father."
"Yes, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?" the servants says winking again.
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Captain Jack Sparrow really cannot see why the other prisoners are trying to get the dog to come a little closer. He's sitting just out of reach and not looking like he has any intention of moving. *At least I got my own cell,* he thinks gloomily.
"Well excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," one of the other prisoners says, looking over his shoulder at Jack.
"What was that?" Jack mumbles, confused.
"Oh, sorry, getting ahead of myself," the guy says, waving a hand.
"Besides," Jack reasons, "even if you *do* get the dog to come close enough, when you get out of the cell there's the flamethrowers, falling rocks, giant swinging axes, that guy with really bad B.O., and the two-headed dragon."
"Well, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," the prisoner repeats.
Jack turns away from them, shaking his head. *Hopeless, those guys.*
In the blacksmith's shop, Will pauses in his work to stick his head out the window. A black cat runs by. A black dog runs by. A black elephant runs by. A black outhouse on stilts runs by. Will falls out of the window. "Hmm…"
End Chapter.
Next…the arrival of the Black Pearl!!! (oo, shiny…)
Chapter 3- Before the Pearl
Jack is halted suddenly. "You there, in the chains! Are you Jack Sparrow?" There is only one guard. Jack knows what to do.
"No. My name's Smith."
"All right then, Mister Smith, carry on."
Jack slips into the blacksmith's shop just before five more guards round the corner. Inside, he sniffs, making a disgusted face, but continues inside. He is startled by an especially loud snore from Jonathan Brown, the blacksmith, who is passed out in a corner. To see if he'll was up, Jack starts a rousing chorus of some Irish drinking song. After about half an hour, and a neighbor banging on the door and yelling for him to shut up, Brown is still asleep, and Jack begins searching for a way to free his hands.
Looking around the shop, he decides to poke a donkey in the but with something hot. It's more for fun, than for any real purpose, but it does help him anyway. The donkey starts walking, and a huge round thing with a bunch of swords on it starts turning. Jack hooks the chains to the huge round thing, and they break.
Jack's moment of triumph lasts only until he sees the door starting to open. He hides- behind what is never revealed- just as Will comes in. He sees the huge round thing moving and goes to comfort the donkey. Then he looks at Brown in the corner. "Right where I left you two weeks ago." He unbuttons his shirt, (A/N: much to my delight), though not far enough.
He notices Jack's hat, hanging on the anvil, and moves toward it curiously. Jack, overcome with a fit of don't-touch-my-hat, comes out and hits Will's hand with his sword. "Don't touch my hat."
"You're the one they're looking for," Will says, backing up a few steps. "The pirate. Jack Sparrow."
"*Captain* Jack Sparrow." Jack looks more closely at Will. "You seem familiar. Have I ever had an affair with you?"
"I make a point to avoid familiarity with pirates. One night stands are my limit."
"Well then, you wouldn't want to end up sailing around with me from here to Tortuga to Isla de Muerta or anything like that. I'll just be on my way."
Before Jack can get his hat, Will has drawn a sword out of the fire. The end of the blade is bright orange. The huge round thing starts moving again. (A/N: I apologize for the references to the huge round thing, but I really don't know what it's called.)
"What's wrong with the donkey?" Will wonders aloud.
"I poked him in the but a few minutes ago," Jack replies.
"Oh." They begin to fight, ranging all over the shop. Sparks fly everywhere, spraying on them, Mr. Brown, and the donkey, who moves even faster.
"You know," Jack says as they fight. "You spend an awful lot of time making unnecessary swords and practicing with them. There's really only one sword a man should have to use. And you know which one I'm talking about. Maybe if you had a girl, you wouldn't waste so much time with these other swords."
"What about killing pirates?"
"You don't have to kill all of them. Maybe you could try talking to them, learning something for a change?"
Will lowers his sword a little. "I think you're right. Well, then maybe-"
Jack laughs, "Ha HA!" as he takes some fairy dust from his pocket and throws it into Will's face. Will drops his sword and starts to twirl like a ballerina, but shakes it off after a few seconds and grabs the weapon. By that time, Jack has pulled his gun on Will.
"Hey! You weren't serious, you were just trying to distract me so you could CHEAT!!"
"Well, pirates do that sometimes. You're blocking the exit. Move."
"No. You're a pirate. I have to help the Royal Navy catch you. They can't do it by themselves, the poor losers."
"Come on. I was going to use this to kill my first mate. Now I'll have to get another gun. Unless you move."
"No!"
Jack suddenly falls over. Brown has hit him from behind with a Tiffany lamp. "Mr. Brown!" Will exclaims.
"What, did I scare you?"
"No, you've just been passed out for so long, I thought you were dead."
The Royal Navy, Norrington and Gillete in the lead once again, burst into the shop. "Well done, Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a pirate. Good job."
"What about me?" Will pouts.
"Excuse me?" Norrington says.
"I'm the one who fought him and kept him here long enough for you to come get him."
"True, but you never get credit for anything you do. That's not going to change now. Gentlemen, we'll remember this as the day Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Bring him."
As Jack is dragged from the shop (with his hat), Will hears him mutter, "*Captain* Jack Sparrow."
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Elizabeth is sitting in bed, pretending to read. She is really thinking about Jack Sparrow and Will. Her servant puts a warming pan in the sheets, but misaims and burns Elizabeth's feet. "Ow!"
"Oh, sorry, Miss Swann," the servant says, moving it down a little. "Well, I expect this was a big day for you."
"Yes, Jack Sparrow is quite the pirate," Elizabeth says dreamily.
"Well, I meant the commodore proposing," the servant says.
"The commodore proposed?" Remember, Elizabeth passed out before Norrington got to the part about marrying her.
"Yes. But, being threatened by a pirate! Fancy that. It must have been terrifying."
"Um, yes. Terrifying." *If by terrifying you mean incredibly sizzlingly hot and sexy,* she adds silently.
"Well, that Will Turner, he's terrifying too," the servant says with a wink.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Don't think I haven't noticed your pirate thing. I know that when *you* say terrifying, you mean incredibly hot and sexy."
"Incredibly *sizzlingly* hot and sexy," Elizabeth corrects. She covers a hand with her mouth. "Oh, but don't tell father."
"Yes, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?" the servants says winking again.
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Captain Jack Sparrow really cannot see why the other prisoners are trying to get the dog to come a little closer. He's sitting just out of reach and not looking like he has any intention of moving. *At least I got my own cell,* he thinks gloomily.
"Well excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," one of the other prisoners says, looking over his shoulder at Jack.
"What was that?" Jack mumbles, confused.
"Oh, sorry, getting ahead of myself," the guy says, waving a hand.
"Besides," Jack reasons, "even if you *do* get the dog to come close enough, when you get out of the cell there's the flamethrowers, falling rocks, giant swinging axes, that guy with really bad B.O., and the two-headed dragon."
"Well, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," the prisoner repeats.
Jack turns away from them, shaking his head. *Hopeless, those guys.*
In the blacksmith's shop, Will pauses in his work to stick his head out the window. A black cat runs by. A black dog runs by. A black elephant runs by. A black outhouse on stilts runs by. Will falls out of the window. "Hmm…"
End Chapter.
Next…the arrival of the Black Pearl!!! (oo, shiny…)