Chapter Seven~Toro

Disclaimer~ I don't own Jack, Will, Ana, Elizabeth, Norrington, or anybody else from PotC. Obviously because if I did I would be writing the real sequel not dumb fanfics.

Jack grabbed Will by the ponytail, pulled him to a table, and practically threw him onto a stool.
"Stupid boy! I told you, your father had enemies! Many of them are probably here! It's bad enough for you to look exactly like him, without shouting his name to the whole pub!"
"You're up to something, aren't you, Jack? Why didn't you ask the bartender? You say you're trying to find my father, but you aren't doing much."
"I was plannin' on looking around and seeing who pays special attention to you. They'll be the ones who knew Bootstrap, whether they be friend or foe. But now everyone knows, and that's not a good thing for us, all right!? Because his friends would have found us, and if any enemies had tried we would at least know who they were. But now, thanks to you, we can't be sure who knows, and we're much more likely to have visitors."
Will still glared at him. "Don't pretend you can fool me. Elizabeth was right all along. I'm sorry-" he started, but when he turned to look at his wife, she wasn't there.
"Elizabeth!" he shouted over the clamor. She was nowhere to be seen. But he heard a muffled shriek from the other side of a door.
"Will!"
Will hurried towards the door, followed by Jack. He shoved an entire table surrounded by men playing cards out of his way and jerked hard on the door's handle, expecting it to be locked. But it swung open and nearly knocked him off his feet. On the other side there was a dim hallway leading to another door.
Will started down the hallway, but Jack caught his shoulder.
"I don't think you should do that," Jack muttered, peering suspiciously down the hallway.
"What!? Of course I should! I have to save Elizabeth!"
"Whoever took her could have been baiting you..."
"I don't care! You can stay if you want, but I'm finding her!" He charged off down the hallway.
"Kid's gonna kill himself," Jack muttered to himself, and with a groan he followed the young blacksmith.
Will paused in front of the door at the other end of the hall. This one was locked.
"Eh, Will? This way," said Jack, pointing to a set of narrow stairs that rose to their right. Will shrugged and ran up the stairs. They led into a dusty, empty room.
"Eli-"Will began, but Jack clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shut up, you idiot!" he let go of Will and looked around the room. The only hiding place he could see was a small closet that appeared to be locked. He tried the door- it was. But for once, Will was rather helpful. He squinted at the floor, and then bent down and pried at one of the floorboards. He pulled hard, and voila, a trapdoor opened silently. Will beckoned to Jack and then descended down a feeble ladder into the darkness below.
Under the floor, it was nearly pitch black. The only light was a flickering glow that was pinched out as soon as Will and Jack started to move toward it.
"Now missy," said a gruff, unnecessarily loud voice, "no one will save you. You're mine."
Jack tried to catch Will before he ran into what was obviously a trap, but Will had already moved toward the sound. Jack heard a sword being drawn.
"Actually, she's mine, and you can let her go right now!" Will announced into the darkness. He heard a muffled gasp and then a peal of gruff laughter. A candle flickered to life.
"Thank you, Elizabeth, you've been most helpful," said a shabbily dressed man with an eyepatch. He was standing with three other men, holding a candle. The other two men were clinging onto Elizabeth, who was fiercely trying to escape. She had a dirty cloth tied around her mouth, and her hands were tied behind her back. Her hair was even a bit disheveled, which was a rare occurrence.
"You, I presume, are Mr. William Turner, Jr.," said the man with the eyepatch. "You really do resemble you father."
"And you really do resemble a dead horse, but that's beside the point. Let Elizabeth go NOW or I'll kill you." He raised his sword until it was level with Eyepatch's throat.
Eyepatch laughed. "My name's Toro... that's bull, not horse. And if you think that I care what happens to this wench, you're as foolish as your father was."
He nodded to one of his cronies, a tall man with no teeth and no hair. This man grunted and pulled out a dagger, which he held to Elizabeth's throat. Will gasped, and Elizabeth stopped struggling.
"I don't care... but you do. Tell me William, where is you father?" growled Toro.
"I don't know."
"Yes you do! Tell me, William! Tell me, or..." the bald man pressed his knife against Elizabeth's neck.
"I don't know. Honestly."
"Think about the situation, William. You're alone, and there's no one near enough to hear you call for help. And even if they heard, no one would help you."
Will glared furiously at Toro, unsure of what to do. Then he heard Jack. It was a relief, even though he wasn't sure how it would help. Jack was good at talking his way out of situations.
"Actually, Toro, none of that was true. He's not alone, because I am right here, which means that I could hear him, and I will help. And there is also Elizabeth. Never underestimate a woman, mate. They're dangerous creatures."
Jack stepped into the candlelight. His sword was drawn as well, but he held it loosely and didn't threaten anyone. It would be much safer to get out of this without a fight. Toro frowned at him.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. And the boy's telling the truth... he doesn't know where Bootstrap is. But I do."
Will turned and looked at Jack. It was hard to tell if he was making it up or if he really did know. Toro believed him, though, which was a good thing.
"Where is he?" he demanded.
"Well, it's not as simple as that. I don't know his exact location, but I can find him. With the help of these two, that is. So I'd be much obliged if you'd let them loose."
"So I'm just supposed to let you go find the one man I'd most love to see dead and reunite him with his family, eh? Sorry, Jack, but I can't allow that."
"I never said any of that. I just said we knew the way. I can lead you to him, but as I said, I will need help from these two."
"Alright, then, if you take me to Bill Turner and I'll let these two live long enough to help you. And that's all the bargaining I'm gonna do."
"Aye, then, I'll do it. But that's not quite all the bargaining. Neither of your mateys here are to come with us."
"No! They're both coming." Toro put the candle on a rickety table and drew his sword. "And you aren't really going to lead me to Bill. I know a liar when I see one."
He lunged at jack, who leaped out of the way just in time. Toro's sword drove into the wall. He wrenched it out and growled.
"Baldy, stay with the girl. Carny, get the boy!"
The tall bald man frowned but stayed next to Elizabeth, clutching her arm. The other man, Carny, who was shorter and stockier, roared and charged after Will.
Jack and Toro were so evenly matched in their fighting skills that Elizabeth almost wished she could watch them. It was very entertaining. They traded taunts and insults as they fought, and both of them did quite a lot of jumping and spinning. But of course, Elizabeth had to watch Will. He was considerably better at fighting than his opponent, but somehow Carny had knocked the sword out of his hand. Luckily for Will, Toro had thrown a candlestick at Jack a minute before, and he picked that up and tried to defend himself with it. It was considerably shorter than a sword, so his fingers were at a much greater risk than usual, but at least he wasn't empty handed. Carny charged at him, cutlass raised, but Will easily deflected the blow and shoved Carny away from him. The fat man fell on top of the candle, and the room went dark.
Elizabeth saw her chance to live up to her title of "dangerous creature". She kicked Baldy hard in the shins. He bent over, and she tried, in vain, to cut the bonds on her hands with his sword. With a lot of kicking and stomping, she managed to force him to the ground. From there it was easy to cut the ropes off her wrists and grab the sword from Baldy as he lay moaning on the ground. She untied the gag around her mouth and laughed at him. He got up and pulled a gun out of his belt, but not fast enough. Elizabeth bashed his head with the flat of his sword and he fell unconscious to the floor.
"Elizabeth?" Will asked. He heard Carny rushing up behind him and spun around. "Elizabeth, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Elizabeth whispered into the dark, estimating where her husband was from the sound of his voice. She was close enough. Will heard her.
Soon, with both Will and Elizabeth against him, Carny had joined his friend Baldy on the floor. The only sound now was the clashing metal of Jack and Toro's swords.
"Toro!" yelled Will. It felt very stupid to have to shout into the darkness, with no real clue where Toro was. "You're alone now! Just give up!" But there was no answer, only more crashing metal, and neither Will nor Elizabeth could help Jack, because they couldn't see him.
"We have to find that candle," whispered Will. Elizabeth sighed and started feeling the floor. She wished she could see. She was sure that Will would have a cute searching-for-a-candle face. Finally, Elizabeth felt the waxy candle and snatched it out from under a broken table, but there was no way to light it.
"Lets just go," Will whispered. "Jack can manage on his own." Elizabeth was doubtful, but she grabbed Will's hand and let him lead her to the ladder. It took them quite a while to find it, but once they did it wasn't long before they were back in the room above, with pale moonlight shining down through the one dingy window.
"Will... do think Jack will get out? I mean, he's a good fighter, but so is that Toro person. And they can't see. Will!"
The clashing of the swords had stopped. One of the men beneath the trapdoor had given up... but which one?