Borrowing without Permission
By Sparrow-Swann
Prologue
This story be takin' place right after ye saw Captain Jack sparrow and William Turner sword fighting in the foyer. Jack is ready to shoot Mr. Turner when…
The double wooden doors of the blacksmith's foyer smashed open, bringing an immense amount of sunlight into the dark room. Jack rolled his eyes and lowered his gun. He looked at the sweating boy in front of him,
"You got lucky." The boy just breathed heavily in return.
"MISTER SPARROW!" called out the Commodore from behind. Jack turned away from the blacksmith boy and faced Norrington.
"That'd be me," the pirate claimed, as he wobbled over to the official. Jack looked around and realized that he was surrounded by the entire navy and their lovely bayonets. Jack looked back at the commodore, who held out a pair of hand chains.
"You're under arrest, Mr. Sparrow, and this time," the surrounding men tightened the circle, "you can't escape!" Jack looked around the room for any ropes of pulleys that he could use, but he realized that Norrington was right; there was no open escape.
"Dammit," he said to himself. Jack took his arms from his sides and placed them in front of him.
"Fine." The official locked the chain on the pirate's wrists, and then he pushed Jack towards the door. The surrounding men put down their weapons and walked over to where Jack was. Will was left behind. The commodore turned towards the blacksmith and said,
"Thank you, Mister Turner…well done." Will gave him a smile and bowed.
"You're welcome, Commodore." Jack, who heard what was said outside bursted out, "You thank the boy for nearly getting killed by a pirate?" The official glared at Jack and walked out the door, and started to lead his men and their prisoner to the jail. Jack wouldn't budge from the spot he was standing on, so a navy man tugged on his chains, and he started to walk.
Not long after Jack departed from the blacksmith's, he saw a carriage with a father and lady about to step inside. The lady was the same person who Jack had rescued earlier; Miss Swann. Jack glanced at the young lady, who happened to be staring at him as he was passing by. He noticed that her hair was still wet and tangled, and that she was still wearing that same thin, white outfit. As he kept on walking, he took a necklace from his belt, and he held it up towards the sun, creating a shiny appearance on the necklace's surface. Elizabeth saw what Jack was holding, and she let out a gasp.
"What!?" She put her hand on her chest; there was nothing there. "No!" She looked up once more and watched the crowd of red suits walking towards the jail.