Pirates of the Caribbean - The Sequel
Chapter 4 - Swordfighting Lessons
By Silvyr Crowe AKA Nie
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Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, neither the Movie nor the ride, nor do I own Jack Sparrow, played by Johnny Depp(Who deseved the damn Best Actor Academy Award!!), Will Turner , played by Orlando Bloom(he's *okay*, so don't kill me, rabid fangirls), or Miss Swann, played by Kiera Knightly. Movie is owned by Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer. Ride owned by Disney. Disney owns lots. More than I do. But someday, I'll animate for them. So there. :P Enjoy the fic!!
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I would like to GREATLY thank TrappedAndAnnoyed, for reminding me to get off my lazy ass and write, damn me, WRITE!
So Let this fic continue, in it's swaggering, staggering, Jack-Like way!
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A knock on the door sounded in William Turner's room.
"Who is it?" he said as he sharpening his knives, swords, daggers, and any other blade he had nearby. Nowadays, as a pirat, he considered his weapons as 'treasure', and he certainly treasured them above all else, save for one special woman he held in even higher regards: Elizabeth. However, he was too caught up in his thoughts and his swords to notice the person on the other side of the door say..
"It's Liz. Let me in, please!"
"Okay, You can come in." he replied with his brow furrowed and concentration. Elizabeth walked in, looking nothing like the fomer corset-wearing, long-haired Governor's daughter Will was accustomed to. Will, broken out of his concentration by her shutting the door behind her, looked up at the mirror, and spun around quickly. Who was this? It looked like Anamaria. He went up to her and inspected her, only to leap back cautiously.
"E....E...Elizabeth?" he stammered in shock.
"You can call me Liz, Will, it's shorter." she replied with a smile on her face.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Well, I figure if we're on a pirate ship, I might as well look like a pirate," she said bluntly. Will just stared. Was it just him....or did she look better like this?
"I see. Well, you look just as beautiful, as always." he said while smiling. "So, do you need anything?"
"Well, Jack told me that in order to stay on this ship, I would need to be able to use one of these," she said, taking the dagger next to Will, "and one of these," taking a sword off the wall. "And I thought that you could teach me."
"Ahh....so you want to learn to buckle your swash?"(1)
"What did you say?!" she giggled.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." he said quickly. "Swordfighting lessons it is then," he declared as he picked up a bunch of throwing daggers, a target, a couple of swords, and headed up to deck. Liz followed. When Jack walked out of his room to the deck, the first words to leave his mouth were:
"There will be NO making of knife marks on my ship, mate. I've had enough damage on my ship, what with that damned parrot...." he announced, to which Elizabeth started giggling uncontrollably. Seeing the confused look on Will's face(which was slightly askew to the usual confused look plastered on it[couldn't resist, mates!]), she whispered the paraphrase of the previous chapter into his ear, causing him to snicker.
"Never knew you had such a way with birds, Jack!" he said, and smiled as he patted his back.
"Just get back to yer bloody lesson....but if I see ONE scratch, ONE dent on my ship at all, you will have my boot up yer arse as ye're flying off the plank...." he grumbled, and went back into his quarters. Liz patted Will on the back.
"Don't worry, Will. He's had a bad day, that's all. We embarrassed him, and his pride's a bit dented. I guess he just snapped. Even captains do that every once and a while...." she said. Will thought for a moment, and came to the conclusion that he would avoid Jack until he had calmed down. Past experiences told him that if he tried to talk with him about it, it would become worse.
"Alright, then. On to our lesson." he replied finally, grabbed a dagger, gave it to Elizabeth, and began to show her how to balance it.
~*Jack's POV*~
Captain's Log, Uhh...Tuesday, I think, dunno what date though, 1673
I am sober. Sober and pissed. Sober and pissed and lacking anything that could possibly get me inebriated.
This is not good. Today hasn't been a good day. Not at all. I mean, it "was" a good day, until everyone started moving their lips.
First, "Liz" wakes up and has the common coutesy to start arguing with me. Made her scrub the decks. Ha. Then that damn parrot of Cotton's flies up and decides to shit on my deck. Then it wants to get smart with me and it shits on my hat! I've had this hat for 20 years! And then that bird stains it. And Will and Liz both laugh their little arses off about it. That little son of a bitch. There, I said it. Can't say it in front of the ladies. Just my manners and sense of decency kicking in.
I can forgive Anamaria, though. She's just one of those people.....that you cannot get mad at. Well. that I can't get mad at. She's just so beautiful. And smart. And strong. Not like those strumpets on Tortuga. Although, she packs an awful hard smack like 'em if you piss her off....Tortuga....
Tortuga! Reminds me of rum! Need RUM. We all could use some. We're off to Tortuga, then.
~**~
And with that, he closed his "log", and went back out to the wheel. Meanwhile, Will had taught Elizabeth the basics of throwing daggers, and was instructing her on swordfighting.
"Remember, do NOT be afraid to cheat."
"Why for?"
"We're pirates.....it's a perk."
"I see...." she finished, and they resumed their practice. Elizabeth jabbed at Will's left side, which he quickly blocked. Slash, slash, and slash, each parried by the other person. They paused, and circled each other. Will struck out, and Elizabeth parried, twisted around, and knocked his sword out of his hand. Will did a flip, dodged Elizabeth's incoming swing, grabbed his sword from the deck, and put it straight at her neck, far enough to not cause her any harm.
"I win." he said proudly with a smirk on his face.
"Not yet," she replied as she raised her leg up, curled it, and hooked behind Will's leg, tripping him. She twisted his wrist, grabbed his sword, and pointed both swords at his chest.
"You mean you lost." she added at last.
"You cheated...." he started to say, then smacked himself on his forehead. "Hello........pirate!" he said quietly to himself. Not quiet enough, however.
"Exactly," Liz responded in turn. "Am I "good" now?" she asked.
"You beat me after three hours of practice. You catch on quick," he stammered, still out of breath. "I think you should tell Jack..."
"No need to, mate," Jack said, walking out from the crew gathered around them. "I take back anything I said about ye. Ye're a worthy member of this crew." he added.
"No, not yet." she said.
"And what would that mean?"
"I want to fight you."
"No love, not today. Ye're not THAT good yet, savvy?" he answered, and started to walk away, when her saw a blur from the corner of his eye. Suddenly a sword was facing at his chin.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, luv, I am," he said definitely, yet casually, and deftly flipped out his own sword, brought it down and over, and pushed her sword to her stomach. "Ye're quick, but not quick enough."
"Then fight me, Jack." she demanded.
"Oh okay, love. But don't say i didn't warn you......." he responded with a sigh and a smile of complete confidence on his face.
And the fight began.
Chapter 4 - Swordfighting Lessons
By Silvyr Crowe AKA Nie
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Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, neither the Movie nor the ride, nor do I own Jack Sparrow, played by Johnny Depp(Who deseved the damn Best Actor Academy Award!!), Will Turner , played by Orlando Bloom(he's *okay*, so don't kill me, rabid fangirls), or Miss Swann, played by Kiera Knightly. Movie is owned by Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer. Ride owned by Disney. Disney owns lots. More than I do. But someday, I'll animate for them. So there. :P Enjoy the fic!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I would like to GREATLY thank TrappedAndAnnoyed, for reminding me to get off my lazy ass and write, damn me, WRITE!
So Let this fic continue, in it's swaggering, staggering, Jack-Like way!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A knock on the door sounded in William Turner's room.
"Who is it?" he said as he sharpening his knives, swords, daggers, and any other blade he had nearby. Nowadays, as a pirat, he considered his weapons as 'treasure', and he certainly treasured them above all else, save for one special woman he held in even higher regards: Elizabeth. However, he was too caught up in his thoughts and his swords to notice the person on the other side of the door say..
"It's Liz. Let me in, please!"
"Okay, You can come in." he replied with his brow furrowed and concentration. Elizabeth walked in, looking nothing like the fomer corset-wearing, long-haired Governor's daughter Will was accustomed to. Will, broken out of his concentration by her shutting the door behind her, looked up at the mirror, and spun around quickly. Who was this? It looked like Anamaria. He went up to her and inspected her, only to leap back cautiously.
"E....E...Elizabeth?" he stammered in shock.
"You can call me Liz, Will, it's shorter." she replied with a smile on her face.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Well, I figure if we're on a pirate ship, I might as well look like a pirate," she said bluntly. Will just stared. Was it just him....or did she look better like this?
"I see. Well, you look just as beautiful, as always." he said while smiling. "So, do you need anything?"
"Well, Jack told me that in order to stay on this ship, I would need to be able to use one of these," she said, taking the dagger next to Will, "and one of these," taking a sword off the wall. "And I thought that you could teach me."
"Ahh....so you want to learn to buckle your swash?"(1)
"What did you say?!" she giggled.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." he said quickly. "Swordfighting lessons it is then," he declared as he picked up a bunch of throwing daggers, a target, a couple of swords, and headed up to deck. Liz followed. When Jack walked out of his room to the deck, the first words to leave his mouth were:
"There will be NO making of knife marks on my ship, mate. I've had enough damage on my ship, what with that damned parrot...." he announced, to which Elizabeth started giggling uncontrollably. Seeing the confused look on Will's face(which was slightly askew to the usual confused look plastered on it[couldn't resist, mates!]), she whispered the paraphrase of the previous chapter into his ear, causing him to snicker.
"Never knew you had such a way with birds, Jack!" he said, and smiled as he patted his back.
"Just get back to yer bloody lesson....but if I see ONE scratch, ONE dent on my ship at all, you will have my boot up yer arse as ye're flying off the plank...." he grumbled, and went back into his quarters. Liz patted Will on the back.
"Don't worry, Will. He's had a bad day, that's all. We embarrassed him, and his pride's a bit dented. I guess he just snapped. Even captains do that every once and a while...." she said. Will thought for a moment, and came to the conclusion that he would avoid Jack until he had calmed down. Past experiences told him that if he tried to talk with him about it, it would become worse.
"Alright, then. On to our lesson." he replied finally, grabbed a dagger, gave it to Elizabeth, and began to show her how to balance it.
~*Jack's POV*~
Captain's Log, Uhh...Tuesday, I think, dunno what date though, 1673
I am sober. Sober and pissed. Sober and pissed and lacking anything that could possibly get me inebriated.
This is not good. Today hasn't been a good day. Not at all. I mean, it "was" a good day, until everyone started moving their lips.
First, "Liz" wakes up and has the common coutesy to start arguing with me. Made her scrub the decks. Ha. Then that damn parrot of Cotton's flies up and decides to shit on my deck. Then it wants to get smart with me and it shits on my hat! I've had this hat for 20 years! And then that bird stains it. And Will and Liz both laugh their little arses off about it. That little son of a bitch. There, I said it. Can't say it in front of the ladies. Just my manners and sense of decency kicking in.
I can forgive Anamaria, though. She's just one of those people.....that you cannot get mad at. Well. that I can't get mad at. She's just so beautiful. And smart. And strong. Not like those strumpets on Tortuga. Although, she packs an awful hard smack like 'em if you piss her off....Tortuga....
Tortuga! Reminds me of rum! Need RUM. We all could use some. We're off to Tortuga, then.
~**~
And with that, he closed his "log", and went back out to the wheel. Meanwhile, Will had taught Elizabeth the basics of throwing daggers, and was instructing her on swordfighting.
"Remember, do NOT be afraid to cheat."
"Why for?"
"We're pirates.....it's a perk."
"I see...." she finished, and they resumed their practice. Elizabeth jabbed at Will's left side, which he quickly blocked. Slash, slash, and slash, each parried by the other person. They paused, and circled each other. Will struck out, and Elizabeth parried, twisted around, and knocked his sword out of his hand. Will did a flip, dodged Elizabeth's incoming swing, grabbed his sword from the deck, and put it straight at her neck, far enough to not cause her any harm.
"I win." he said proudly with a smirk on his face.
"Not yet," she replied as she raised her leg up, curled it, and hooked behind Will's leg, tripping him. She twisted his wrist, grabbed his sword, and pointed both swords at his chest.
"You mean you lost." she added at last.
"You cheated...." he started to say, then smacked himself on his forehead. "Hello........pirate!" he said quietly to himself. Not quiet enough, however.
"Exactly," Liz responded in turn. "Am I "good" now?" she asked.
"You beat me after three hours of practice. You catch on quick," he stammered, still out of breath. "I think you should tell Jack..."
"No need to, mate," Jack said, walking out from the crew gathered around them. "I take back anything I said about ye. Ye're a worthy member of this crew." he added.
"No, not yet." she said.
"And what would that mean?"
"I want to fight you."
"No love, not today. Ye're not THAT good yet, savvy?" he answered, and started to walk away, when her saw a blur from the corner of his eye. Suddenly a sword was facing at his chin.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, luv, I am," he said definitely, yet casually, and deftly flipped out his own sword, brought it down and over, and pushed her sword to her stomach. "Ye're quick, but not quick enough."
"Then fight me, Jack." she demanded.
"Oh okay, love. But don't say i didn't warn you......." he responded with a sigh and a smile of complete confidence on his face.
And the fight began.