Chapter Five: The Sparrow's Flight Turns

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or Will (no matter how much I wish… lol) or Jack.

Beth heard the gunshots, along with screams, and saw a figure running a little drunkenly across a bridge, his hands covering his face. She had seen the movie so many times that she knew exactly where to find him. She quickly headed to the statue where he was hiding behind. Jack noticed her.

"Excuse me, love, could you show me a place to hide? Savvy?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Sparrow."

"One question," he muttered, "how do you know me name?"

"Please, practically everyone in Port Royal knows. You're one of the most famous pirates that ever lived!"

"Why thank you. Now, that place to hide."

Beth knew that the blacksmith shop would be empty… for a short time, so she led him into it.

"Thank you, love," he said once they were inside. "What be your name? All though I wouldn't mind callin' you love now."

"Beth. Beth Shwightsenburg."

"Well Beth, you seem to know this town very well, how would I be getting these irons of me?"

Beth pointed to the contraption with the donkey hooked up to it. Jack looked around and saw the metal with a heated tip. He put it up to the donkey's rump, it gave one loud squeal, and started moving. Once Jack got the irons undone, he turned to Beth, and was just about to say something, but then he heard the door open. He quickly shoved Beth into a shadowy corner, and moved in next to her.

Will and Lissie entered the shop. Noticing something was wrong, he said to Lissie, "Stay close."

No problem there, she thought.

"Right where I left you," said Will, indicating the Mr. Brown. Then, he saw his hammer and Jack's hat.

"Not where I left you." He made to grab the hat, but his hand was snapped sharply by a sword. "You're the one they're hunting. The pirate," said Will, backing away, along with Lissie.

"You seem somehow familiar… have I threatened you before?"

"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."

Then don't look in the mirror, thought Lissie.

"Well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record, so, please excuse me,"

Will grabbed a sword and pointed it at Jack.

"Do you think this wise boy? Crossing blades with me, a pirate?"

"Lissie, get back, I don't want you getting hurt."

Lissie did what she was told, reluctantly.

"You threatened Miss Swann," Will said bravely.

Jack ran his sword up and down Will's. "Only a little."

They started to fight, and to Beth and Lissie, music started.

"Ta," said Jack.

Will, wanting to play this fight fairly, threw his sword into the door, which missed Jack's nose by two inches. Jack tried to get it out, but had no success. Will looked back at Lissie, getting himself a smile, making him blush.

"That is a wonderful trick. But you are between me and my way out again, with no weapon. Will turned around, grabbing the sword with a heated tip, illuminating the fire in his chocolate eyes. Music started… again.

"Track number four!" said Beth excitedly.

"Who makes all these?" asked Jack, bewildered.

"I do! And I practice with them, three hours a day!"

"You need to find yourself a girl mate!" said Jack as they did some flips around the contraption. Once they were standing in the middle of the shop, swords locked, Jack said, "Or perhaps the reason you practice with these three hours a day is that you already have found a girl and are therefore incapable of wooing her. Or have you found two girls, savvy?" he said looking at Lissie.

"The only reason I practice three hours a day is that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"

And the fight continued. Lissie watched Will's every move, it was better to watch in person. In the corner opposite hers, Beth was watching Jack intently. They moved up on the cart, then the rafters, and when Will was just about to run forward and get the sand in his beautiful face, Lissie yelled, "WILL! WATCH OUT!" Most unfortunately, he didn't listen, so the sand still went in his face. When he opened his eyes, Jack's gun was pointed at him.

"You cheated," said Will.

"Pirate." Bang! Bang!

The king's navy was trying to get in. "Move away."

"No."

"Please move?"

"No! I will not just step aside and let you escape."

Jack loaded his gun. "This shot was not meant to be wasted on you."

Once again, bang! Jack stood still for a moment, and fell face first on the floor. Mr. Brown was standing behind him, with a broken bottle in his hand. The navy gave one final blow on the door and it burst open. They all ran inside, making Beth laugh, she had always thought the way they ran was funny. "What was that, Miss? Were you laughing at me and my crew?" asked Norrington.

"No," said Beth, now out in the open, along with Lissie, who quickly ran to Will's side. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little sand in the eye, that's all."

"Well gentlemen, ladies, I'm sure you will remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped."

"Why do you have to take him?" asked Beth, stepping forward.

"Because he's a pirate, and he has a record of crime."

"But he saved Elizabeth's life! You self obsessed pig, you're only doing this to be remembered as the one who captured Captain Jack Sparrow!"

Lissie instantly knew she had gone too far. But Beth didn't move, nor did the steely expression on her face change.

"Miss, I'm afraid you'll have to accompany Sparrow in a jail cell."

"Fine. Go ahead, clap the irons on me," she said, holding out her hands.

Lissie opened her mouth to defend Beth, but Will put his hand over it. "Don't," he whispered. "Norrington's in a bad mood as it is, and do you really want to be stuck in a jail cell with a pirate?"

Lissie turned her head to look at him, and he took his hand off her mouth. "Don't worry. We'll get them out," said Will as Norrington led Beth and Jack away.