Chapter 4
A/N: Hey, I'm starting to like this so far.
I ran down the beach, careful to skirt the water and remain unseen by the soldiers. As long as Elizabeth was safe, she wasn't a pressing matter on my mind anymore. I ran across the bridge, my skirts bundled up in my arms so I could run as fast as I could. I had to find Will. I had to warn him about Jack Sparrow.
"Watch where you're going, Turner!" an old man barked as I sprinted past him. I put up a hand, and raced around the corner and down the street. My breath was short and my legs hurt, but I only ran harder.
I finally reached the smithy, with the wooden sign with a black hammer on it. I tried to open the door, and it was about a crack open when it violently slammed shut. I took a step backward, then tried to open it again. Wouldn't budge. I threw myself against it. It could've been metal.
"WILL!" I hollered. "LET ME IN!"
No answer, but I heard metal clanking. He must be practicing and couldn't hear me. I banged on the door again and yelled, "Open the door, pig! It's about Elizabeth!" If that didn't get a reaction, nothing would.
No answer.
Mumbling unfriendly words to myself, I stomped around the back. The back door is never locked. I stepped carefully over the garden and around the clothesline. I turned to knob on the door; it swung open. YES. I slipped in and closed the door behind me, turning around and saying, "Will, you-"
I stared. Will stared back. And so did Jack Sparrow.
"You," I spat. "I saw what you did! You threatened Elizabeth!"
He grinned. "I needed to get out somehow, love."
"Meg, go," Will hissed. I shook my head, and in that instant, Sparrow had twisted away from my brother and now held his sword against my neck, his face next to mine from behind.
I sighed. "If I were you, I wouldn't do that," I said nonchalantly.
"And why is that, love?"
"I can sing."
Will groaned. "Seriously, you should let her go. Before she inflicts serious pain."
Sparrow laughed. "Just because she can sing? Come on, boy, what do you take me for, a fool?"
"I do," I piped up.
The sword gained pressure. "I'd hush up if I were you, lassie," he whispered in my ear. "Now why don't you sing for me, and then we'll see if I'll let you go."
I elbowed his ribs, and he grunted. "Solar plex," I said. I stomped on his foot, and he swore loudly. "Instep." I raised a fist and slammed it in his face, and he bellowed. The sword's pressure lessened a great deal. "Neural." And then I elbowed him, HARD, in the groin. "Groin." With a low moan, he dropped the sword and fell to the ground, moaning and clutching. I flipped up the sword with the tip of my foot and held it arched at his throat. He met my eyes. "Sing," I said in a low voice. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Told you it hurt," Will said from behind me, a sword in his hand. He delicately pointed it at him. "I suggest as soon as you can stand to leave."
Sparrow grinned meekly from the floor, then in one swift movement, was on his feet again. He slapped me across the face, and I dropped the sword, surprised by his attack. I twirled around and grabbed my own sword from the stand. He barely missed me. We slid across the dirt, our blades clashing against each other hard. Will turned from behind, and Sparrow evaded it quickly, missing my slash attack as well.
He and Sparrow jumped on the two-wheeled wagon, and the ropes snapped, and they balanced on the rickety wheels, blades clanging. I had nothing to do. My hair had fallen out of the bun, and tiny braids fell to my knees. Jack shoved Will off the wagon, and the board hit him under the chin, and he fell. Jack rolled backward, his head hitting the wall. I shoved my sword in his face, nicking part of his short beard. He stared at me, his dark eyes more intense than ever. I felt my knees begin to shake.
"That wasn't very wise of you, lassie," he said in a low voice.
"I make my own decisions," I said back. I twirled around and arched my sword at him again. Then I jumped onto the wagon and waited at the end. He did as expected and jumped on the other end just as I leapt off and Will cut the ropes from above, sending a heavy load of metal to the ground and springing Jack into the air. He and Will clashed from the rafters, then they both jumped down, though Will flipped and Jack did not. Jack must've caught me from behind, because his sword came from nowhere, slashing my hand and sending my sword across the room. Blood spattered across the dirt, but I tried to pay it no heed. I grabbed a still hot sword, fire white at the tip, and we were at it again. The poor donkey, having caught sight of the metal, immediately began moving again. Will caught him from behind, and they continued to meet blade around the machinery.
"Who makes all these?" Jack asked in wonder.
"I do!" Will said. "And I practice with them 3 hours a day."
Jack stared at him, incredulous. "You really need to get yourself a girl, mate," he said, and they ducked around the wheel. "Or perhaps the reason you practice three times a day is because you can't get a girl." He paused. "You aren't missing something, are you?" He stared pointedly.
I clashed from behind. "Watch what you say to my brother, you foul-mouthed bastard!" I shrieked.
"I practice 3 times a day so when I meet a pirate." Will said. "I can kill it!"
There was a sudden loud knock at the door, accompanied by some banging. Jack took advantage of the situation and leapt on the fireplace, grabbing the ash bag and blowing it right in Will's face, blinding him momentarily.
"Will!" I screamed, and ran. Jack caught me beneath the throat again, and he aimed his pistol at Will. They stared at each other for a second.
"You cheated," Will murmured.
"Pirate," he reminded, then clicked his pistol. "This bullet's not for you, mate." There was another pause, then there was flying glass from behind Jack. He stood, dumbfounded for a second, then fell. I eased myself away from him and ran to Will's side, and we stared at Mr. Brown, clutching a broken liquor bottle and looking pleased with himself.
The door blew open, and soldiers streamed in, their shiny bayonets aimed at Jack's unmoving form. Commodore Norrington stepped thru the crowds, and smiled grimly at Mr. Brown. "Thank you, Mr. Brown, for the assistance in the capture of a wanted criminal."
"Just doing my job as a loyal citizen, sir," he slobbered. Will and I exchanged incredulous looks.
Norrington nodded to the rest of us. "You can remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost got away. Tie him up." And with one last unconscious moan, he was taken away.
A/N: Hey, I'm starting to like this so far.
I ran down the beach, careful to skirt the water and remain unseen by the soldiers. As long as Elizabeth was safe, she wasn't a pressing matter on my mind anymore. I ran across the bridge, my skirts bundled up in my arms so I could run as fast as I could. I had to find Will. I had to warn him about Jack Sparrow.
"Watch where you're going, Turner!" an old man barked as I sprinted past him. I put up a hand, and raced around the corner and down the street. My breath was short and my legs hurt, but I only ran harder.
I finally reached the smithy, with the wooden sign with a black hammer on it. I tried to open the door, and it was about a crack open when it violently slammed shut. I took a step backward, then tried to open it again. Wouldn't budge. I threw myself against it. It could've been metal.
"WILL!" I hollered. "LET ME IN!"
No answer, but I heard metal clanking. He must be practicing and couldn't hear me. I banged on the door again and yelled, "Open the door, pig! It's about Elizabeth!" If that didn't get a reaction, nothing would.
No answer.
Mumbling unfriendly words to myself, I stomped around the back. The back door is never locked. I stepped carefully over the garden and around the clothesline. I turned to knob on the door; it swung open. YES. I slipped in and closed the door behind me, turning around and saying, "Will, you-"
I stared. Will stared back. And so did Jack Sparrow.
"You," I spat. "I saw what you did! You threatened Elizabeth!"
He grinned. "I needed to get out somehow, love."
"Meg, go," Will hissed. I shook my head, and in that instant, Sparrow had twisted away from my brother and now held his sword against my neck, his face next to mine from behind.
I sighed. "If I were you, I wouldn't do that," I said nonchalantly.
"And why is that, love?"
"I can sing."
Will groaned. "Seriously, you should let her go. Before she inflicts serious pain."
Sparrow laughed. "Just because she can sing? Come on, boy, what do you take me for, a fool?"
"I do," I piped up.
The sword gained pressure. "I'd hush up if I were you, lassie," he whispered in my ear. "Now why don't you sing for me, and then we'll see if I'll let you go."
I elbowed his ribs, and he grunted. "Solar plex," I said. I stomped on his foot, and he swore loudly. "Instep." I raised a fist and slammed it in his face, and he bellowed. The sword's pressure lessened a great deal. "Neural." And then I elbowed him, HARD, in the groin. "Groin." With a low moan, he dropped the sword and fell to the ground, moaning and clutching. I flipped up the sword with the tip of my foot and held it arched at his throat. He met my eyes. "Sing," I said in a low voice. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Told you it hurt," Will said from behind me, a sword in his hand. He delicately pointed it at him. "I suggest as soon as you can stand to leave."
Sparrow grinned meekly from the floor, then in one swift movement, was on his feet again. He slapped me across the face, and I dropped the sword, surprised by his attack. I twirled around and grabbed my own sword from the stand. He barely missed me. We slid across the dirt, our blades clashing against each other hard. Will turned from behind, and Sparrow evaded it quickly, missing my slash attack as well.
He and Sparrow jumped on the two-wheeled wagon, and the ropes snapped, and they balanced on the rickety wheels, blades clanging. I had nothing to do. My hair had fallen out of the bun, and tiny braids fell to my knees. Jack shoved Will off the wagon, and the board hit him under the chin, and he fell. Jack rolled backward, his head hitting the wall. I shoved my sword in his face, nicking part of his short beard. He stared at me, his dark eyes more intense than ever. I felt my knees begin to shake.
"That wasn't very wise of you, lassie," he said in a low voice.
"I make my own decisions," I said back. I twirled around and arched my sword at him again. Then I jumped onto the wagon and waited at the end. He did as expected and jumped on the other end just as I leapt off and Will cut the ropes from above, sending a heavy load of metal to the ground and springing Jack into the air. He and Will clashed from the rafters, then they both jumped down, though Will flipped and Jack did not. Jack must've caught me from behind, because his sword came from nowhere, slashing my hand and sending my sword across the room. Blood spattered across the dirt, but I tried to pay it no heed. I grabbed a still hot sword, fire white at the tip, and we were at it again. The poor donkey, having caught sight of the metal, immediately began moving again. Will caught him from behind, and they continued to meet blade around the machinery.
"Who makes all these?" Jack asked in wonder.
"I do!" Will said. "And I practice with them 3 hours a day."
Jack stared at him, incredulous. "You really need to get yourself a girl, mate," he said, and they ducked around the wheel. "Or perhaps the reason you practice three times a day is because you can't get a girl." He paused. "You aren't missing something, are you?" He stared pointedly.
I clashed from behind. "Watch what you say to my brother, you foul-mouthed bastard!" I shrieked.
"I practice 3 times a day so when I meet a pirate." Will said. "I can kill it!"
There was a sudden loud knock at the door, accompanied by some banging. Jack took advantage of the situation and leapt on the fireplace, grabbing the ash bag and blowing it right in Will's face, blinding him momentarily.
"Will!" I screamed, and ran. Jack caught me beneath the throat again, and he aimed his pistol at Will. They stared at each other for a second.
"You cheated," Will murmured.
"Pirate," he reminded, then clicked his pistol. "This bullet's not for you, mate." There was another pause, then there was flying glass from behind Jack. He stood, dumbfounded for a second, then fell. I eased myself away from him and ran to Will's side, and we stared at Mr. Brown, clutching a broken liquor bottle and looking pleased with himself.
The door blew open, and soldiers streamed in, their shiny bayonets aimed at Jack's unmoving form. Commodore Norrington stepped thru the crowds, and smiled grimly at Mr. Brown. "Thank you, Mr. Brown, for the assistance in the capture of a wanted criminal."
"Just doing my job as a loyal citizen, sir," he slobbered. Will and I exchanged incredulous looks.
Norrington nodded to the rest of us. "You can remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost got away. Tie him up." And with one last unconscious moan, he was taken away.