Title: The Old, the New and the Unexpected

Author: Legolas-gurl88

Disclaimer: Disney owns everyone except certain people in this story, whom I just made up!

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6. The Fight of the Turners

"What?" Will asked, pulling himself out of Sparrow's tight hug. Her smile faltered.

"Don't you remember me?" She asked.

"What's to remember? I was an only child." Will said.

"No, you weren't. Our mother gave birth to me four years after you were born. Our father, Bootstrap, took me on one of his raids, when we came across a messenger boat. They said that Mum had died and you were nowhere to be found. They said you were dead." She explained. Will's brow furrowed. This all made sense, but Jack had known Bootstrap Bill so well… how could he have forgotten to tell Will that he had a sister?

It was then that Will knew where he had seen Sparrow before. She was a spitting image of their mother. Will remembered nothing of having a sister ever in his life, but he was so sure that she was telling the truth… she had the glint that Will remembered so well in his father's eyes.

One of Sparrow's friends stood up an thumped over to where the two Turners stood.

"This ain't Bootstrap Bill's son. Ain't no way some sissy boy like him ever had Bootstrap for a father."

"I know you didn't just insult my brother." Sparrow said, turning to the man, "Is there something you would like to discuss with me, Tailor?"

"Well, the boy's a ninny. Look at him! He ain't nothing but a grain of sand in the ocean."

"Tailor, I'm warning you. Don't insult my family."

"But the boy-"

"Looks just like Dad, so if you're insulting Will, you're insulting Bootstrap as well."

"But he is. Look at him!"

"TAILOR!" Sparrow yelled, "Don't you dare insult my brother or father, or anyone in my family for that matter! For all you know, he could be the best bloody pirate in the Caribbean!"

"I dought it." Tailor muttered under his breath, but the pub was so quiet anyway, that Sparrow could still hear him.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" She yelled. "Every Turner is a natural pirate! Sailing and swordplay come naturally to us!"

"I don't dought that you were brought up by Bootstrap, lass." Tailor said, his face growing red, his earring glinting in the torchlight. "You were brought along with your father. You've been on ships since you was only five years old. But the boy was left behind with your mother, so…"

"DID YOU JUST CALL MY BROTHER A COWARD?!" Sparrow yelled, unsheathing a sword.

"Aw, come on, lass. I don't want to be fighting a lady in a pub. Ain't right."

"Then you're the coward! Come on, give me your best fight!" Sparrow yelled.

"Very well, then." Tailor said, pulling out his own sword. "But who be there to take over if you should get hurt? Westa is there for me." Sparrow looked around, her eyes resting on Will.

"My brother of course!" She said.

"The boy?!" Tailor laughed, "That is foolish, lass! You've only known the boy for five minutes

and you're going to let him take over for you?"

"Trust me, if Bootstrap was really his father, swordplay just came naturally for him and he'll be

better than I am, since he has better upper strength than I do." Sparrow said, scowling at Tailor.

Will looked over at Westa. He was two times bigger than Will and his muscles and broad

shoulders looked even bigger now that Will knew that he might have to face the man. "Every

Turner can do swordplay."

"Well, let's get this over with. I've my mother to visit later and I'd be much obliged if we could

get this done with early." Tailor said.

"Then let's begin!" Sparrow yelled, jumping forward and holding out her sword. Tailor dodged

this sudden attack and took his weight to his advantage to push Sparrow aside. She stumbled and

knocked into a table. The bottles that had been on it, were now in shards on the floor. The people

in the pub formed a circle around the two fighters.

Tailor ran forward and threw all his weight into the end of the sword. Sparrow parried this easily,

but she was a little shaken up. They fought for several more minutes. Will glanced over at Westa,

hoping that Sparrow wouldn't need him to come to her rescue. He felt very reluctant to fight

either Tailor or Westa. A shriek sliced into his thoughts and his eyes darted to the scene in front

of him. Sparrow was on the ground, her sword beside her and she was holding her right arm,

gasping in pain.

Will ran over to her, feeling sick himself.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, kneeling down next to her. He pulled her hand away from her

arm to find that there was a rip in her sleeve and a cut the size of The Black Pearl. What was

more, the sword that she had been stabbed with hadn't stopped when it punctured her skin, but had gone right through her entire arm, therefore, on either side of her arm, there was a bloody stain.

"I'm fine, Will." She gasped. "I just can't fight. You do it. I know the reason you came here for wasn't to fight for me, but I want you to show them that Turners are stronger than most think. Please, Will…" She gasped again. A sword with blood shining on the tip had appeared under Will's throat.

Will looked up to find Tailor standing in front of him. Will held both hands in the air, surrendering, and stood up.

"You see, Sparrow?!" Tailor shouted at Sparrow, who looked shocked that Will had given in so easily. "He's givin' up! I told you he was nothing but a coward!"

"But… Will…" Sparrow said, her eyes shining with tears.

"Get over it, Lass! The lad is nothing more than a coward."

"Not quite." Will said, with his hands still in the air. With his left foot, he kicked at Sparrow's sword which still lay on the ground. It did several flips over his head before he caught it gracefully in his hand. The pub was full of cheers for his little stunt. Before Tailor could say anything, Will sunk the whole of the sword into Tailor's fat stomach.

The man started to sweat and gasp. Will jerked the sword out of the man's stomach.

"I don't think you will make it to your mother's house, today." Will said as Tailor fell to the ground and died. The pub was silent once more.

"Why you little WHELP!" Westa yelled, pulling out his sword. Will tossed Sparrow's sword aside and pulled his own out. As nice as her blade was, he was used to his own and he preferred them more. Westa started to shout again, "I'M GONNA MURDER YOU! YOU KILLED TAILOR!"

And with that, West jumped into the circle and without warning, sliced Will's left arm with his sword. Will shouted and then swung his own sword back. As Westa stumbled backward at the full, shocking, impact of the smaller man in front of him Will stared at his arm. It was bleeding, but it wasn't too bad. When he looked up, Westa was two feet in front of him, bringing his sword down upon Will's head. Will held his sword up and stopped the blade.

Westa tried several times for his blade to make contact with Will, but Will had put all the knowledge of his swordplay skills to his use. Westa may have been bigger, but that made him slower. Will also determined the size of the man's I.Q. It had to be very low, for the Westa had no fighting style. He merely swung at Will however he could. Will did detest this fighting. He thought back to his fight with Jack, so many years ago.

Jack had been smaller, about Will's size, so that was not the issue then. They had both been on equal terms, but now Will was the smaller, weaker man, with only skill to help him.

His thoughts were punctured as Westa got irritated and decided to use his fist and it sunk deep into Will's stomach. Will gasped for breath, clutching his free hand to his new sore. Westa took this chance to push Will into a table. Will landed on it and did a flip over it and landed on the other side. The men and women in the vicinity gasped and moaned.

Will stood up and stabbed at Westa's arm. The giant man yelled and backhanded Will, who was sent flying into another table. As Westa approached him, his arm bleeding, Will brought his knees to his chest as he lay on the table. Once Westa was a foot from him, he used all his weight to kick his feet in Westa's face so hard that Westa knocked into a table that couldn't support his weight and collapsed.

Will stood up, panting. He walked over to the heap of wood and fat.

"Are you alright?" He asked Westa.

"I don't need no sympathy from a brat!" Westa said and he spat in Will's face. After Will wiped

his face clean, he held out his hand and Westa took it. Will heaved the giant man onto his feet. Once Westa supported himself, he took his sword and stabbed Will's right shoulder with it. The blade went through Will's shoulder and out his back and he and the people in the pub gasped. Sparrow shrieked from the ground. Westa put his weight on the sword hilt and put his right foot behind Will's staggering ones.

With his foot, he forced Will to trip and fall on his back. Once Will was in that position, Westa ground the sword down into the stone so far that only the hilt was visible from Will's shoulder, as he was pinned by the sword and pain. He tried to stand up, but the blade of the sword would not budge from the stone. His breath became ragged as he tried to pull the sword out with his left hand. He was unsuccessful.

Westa turned around and bowed to some cheering people, who were obviously on his side to begin with. The others looked mortified. Will reached around with his left hand and it met the hilt of Sparrow's sword. Steadily, he grasped it and picked it up. Taking the best aim he could with his weak arm, he flung the sword at Westa. The sword landed in his back and he fell dead without another word or movement. The others in the pub cheered this time.

Out of the corner of his watering eye, Will saw Sparrow crawling towards him.

"Are you okay, Will?" She asked.

"Let's see," Will said, "I'm stuck on the ground of a pub with a sword sticking out of my

shoulder, which is all bloody. It hurts like mad and I can't do one thing about it. No, I'm not okay. Does that answer your question?"

"Fine, just let me see if I can pull the sword out before you throw a Bootstrap tantrum as I like to call them." She said and with an extraordinary amount of strength for a girl, she wrenched to sword free of the ground and of Will's shoulder. Will yelled in pain as the cold steel cut it's way out of his body again. His arm started to bleed more.

"You're hurt." Sparrow said.

"So are you." Will answered, looking at her arm. She covered it with her hand.

"It's not as bad as you. And there's no dought that you will get a bruise from that punch in the stomach. Do you know of a place where we can go to get help?" Sparrow asked.

"Yes. The Black Pearl, ship of Captain Jack Sparrow. By the way, did father name you after him?" Will asked suddenly.

"Well, let's go to The Black Pearl, then." Sparrow said, "And to answer your question, Mum and Dad did somewhat name me after Jack. Jack had saved Dad's life and Dad wanted to repay him. He couldn't think of any way better than for Jack to have someone named after him. But he didn't want me to be known as Sparrow for the most part, so my full name is Amelia Sparrow Turner. You can call me Amelia, if you want, Will… we're all family here!"

"Yes. I suppose we are." Will said, sheathing his sword, as the two of them exited the pub to the stares of its inhabitants and marched onward, to The Black Pearl.

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