Disclaimer: I own nothing but Sam and Will.

Well here it is! Chapter 3! There are two things that I feel need to be noted.

Thing 1: You might have noticed it in Ch. 2, if not then you definitely will in this chapter. There is no Mr. Brown. Why? Well you see Mr. Brown is a poohead and I don't like him and this is my fanfic and in my fanfics I am God. Ha!

Thing 2: This is an 'Elizabeth=me hate' fanfic. I really don't like her character at all. Also, Sam's feelings for Will cause her to reeaally get dissed. To sum it up, if you are a rabid Liz fan and can't stand her getting dissed than don't read.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! ^^

Chapter 3: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow

I stood in the doorway where Will left me and sighed. Well I guess he wouldn't be coming back for a while. I kept still and strained my ears, trying to pick up any more information. Five minute later, I hadn't learned anything else. I scowled. That's it. Thrusting my way into the crowd, I looked for a likely informer. I smiled as I saw the perfect person. Lillian Percy was renowned for her infamous gossiping, er, skills. Making my way over to her, I grabbed onto her arm.

"Samantha! Haven't seen you lately!" she beamed and shrieked with her usual over-enthusiastic attitude.

I winced and forced out a small laugh. "Yeah well, I've been...busy lately. So what's going on here? Something happen to Miss Swann?" I spat out the name and looked at her hopefully.

Her eyes lit up and I knew the story was very 'juicy'. Gossip terms have always been strange. How can a story be juicy? A pear can be juicy. A steak can be juicy. But a story? It's just plain weird.

She squealed and I winced. "Oh! It's so unbelievable! Miss Swann fell from the battlements! All the way down to the water!"

I snorted. So Elizabeth-like.

"But just guess who dove in to rescue her? A pirate!!!"

My eyebrows rose at this and I grinned. I knew pirates were really heroes in disguise! I had always loved pirates. I scowled suddenly. This one, however, I could easily strangle. How dare he save Elizabeth?

Lillian continued. "He took her dress off and cut off her corset too!"-I gaped-"Can you imagine how frightening that would be? I'm sure he would have ravished her on the spot if the good Commodore Norrington hadn't showed up right then and put him in irons!"

I scowled again. Stupid Norrington always had to ruin everything.

"But that's not even the half of it! When the soldiers were leading the pirate away he threatened Miss Swann and escaped!"

My eyes widened and I burst into a huge grin only to quickly cover it with a feigned look of horror and outrage. "And just what was the name of this horrible fiend?"

"Jack Sparrow, a scoundrel and rogue if ever there was one!" she replied grimly.

This time my shock wasn't feigned. Jack Sparrow? The Jack Sparrow? Captain Jack Sparrow? In my town?! And he THREATENED ELIZABETH?! My hero!

YOU'RE MY NEW BEST FRIEND!!!

I attempted to contact him through ESP. Needless to say, it didn't work. Brushing past Lillian, I dashed back into the smithy and closed the door behind me, still shocked at the news. I tried to imagine Elizabeth having her dress and corset being ripped off by a pirate and then threatened by him. I started sniggering uncontrollably. Hopefully it was such a shock that she went brain dead and is now a human vegetable that has no more use other than to take up space and waste food. Haha!

Still chortling to myself, I went to the back of the shop and climbed up a ladder to the hayloft, where I kept my sword. Why do I keep my sword in a hayloft, you might ask? I don't know, I just like it up there. Once there I grabbed my sword from a peg on the wall and a rag hanging on a nail next to it. Sitting down on the edge of the loft, I dangled my feet over the edge and started polishing my sword.

This story had sparked the desire for adventure in me! I quickly formed a plan. I was going to run outside and dash through the town screaming a war cry at the top of my lungs. Fun! I doubted I'd get far as people were sure to get suspicious with a young girl running through town wielding a sword and screeching like a banshee but it would be fun just the same. I started humming a little tune to myself which gave way to a song.

"Phil is so pretty!

So pretty is he!

I like to sing-ee!

Teeheeheehee!"

I sang this song over and over to myself, getting louder and louder until I accidentally cut my finger on my blade.

"Ow!"

I popped my finger into my mouth and sucked madly. It stung! What a day. First there was that little escapade with Freaky Man, then I find Will is in love with Squid Girl, then Will abandons me for Squid Girl, and then Squid Girl has an adventure and comes out unscathed while all that's happened to me is that I've created a wonderful song and sliced open my finger! Now I'll bleed to death and no one will be here to watch my beautifully dramatic death scene and mourn over my poor pitiful little body! Nooooo!

I cradled my finger and wallowed in my self pity. Heh, wallowed. That's a funny word. Suddenly, the front door opened. My first instinct was that it was Will. I looked up, prepared with a pout on my face. The man who came in wasn't Will. I instantly pulled my legs up and crouched down, peeking over the edge of the loft at him. It was a scruffy, grubby, and all out messy looking man with dark hair, a really cool looking pirate hat, and his beard and hair made into dreadlocks with all sorts of beads and things in them. This must be Jack Sparrow!

He had chains about his wrists and he quickly made his way over to Will's anvil. Grabbing a hammer, he started banging at his chains. I watched in fascinated curiosity as he beat at his chains to no avail, simply bending and twisting them. He left off with the hammer and I saw him staring at the gears which made the forge go. Then he looked at Phil out of the corner of his eye. I watched in horror as he got a red hot poker; he turned around and started to walk towards my Phil! No! He was going to hurt him! I quickly waved at Phil to catch his attention and gave him the silent 'Go' signal. He immediately started to move, much to my relief, and Jack tossed the poker aside with a shrug. I scowled. My awe for him had left instantly. He was no longer my best friend!

Striding over to the gears, he wrapped his chains around one of the spokes and succeeded in breaking them. We both started as the front door opened again and Jack ran to hide in the corner. To my relief, Will walked through the doors looking much better then he had before. Obviously he had found out Elizabeth's story and felt much more at ease than when he was left in the dark. He looked about him.

"Sam? Sam, are you here?"

I watched in horror as Jack came out of the shadows behind him, sword drawn, and I called out. "Will, look out! Jack Sparrow's in here and he's got his chains off and he WAS GOING TO HURT PHIL!!!"

Both men whipped around to look at me. Then Will spun around again and faced Jack. He pointed at him, wide-eyed.

"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate!"

I scowled. Didn't I just say that?

Jack looked at Will quizzically. "You seem somewha' familiar. 'Ave I threatened you before?"

I rolled my eyes. That line was so old it wasn't even funny.

Will glared at him. "I make it a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."

Well, someone's a little hostile towards pirates. But then again, this one did threaten his lovely (*cough*forasquid*cough*) Lizzypoo.

Jack spoke again. "Ah. 'Ell then it'd be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me..."

He turned away and started to head towards the door but Will reached sideways and grabbed a random sword and pointed it at Jack. The pirate turned around and scraped his blade against Will's.

"D'you think this wise, boy? Crossin' blades with a pirate?"

My jaw dropped open. That stupid man obviously had no idea who he was dealing with! "He's better'n you, fathead!"

Jack looked at me with raised eyebrows and I glowered back at him.

Will took a step towards him. "You threatened Miss Swann."

I piped up again. "Who cares about her! He was going to stick Phil in the behind with a red hot poker! AVENGE OUR FURRIED FRIEND!!!"

Will rolled his eyes and corrected himself. "You threatened Miss Swann and Phil."

Jack cocked an eyebrow. "Only a little."

I watched in excitement as they started to fight, badgering away at each other whilst doing so. I said whilst! Hee! I peered down and Jack was 'testing' Will on his footwork. Fathead.

Suddenly Jack said, "Ta!" and made a beeline for the door.

I started laughing uncontrollably. Ta? Who says, 'Ta'? Honestly! As Jack reached the door, Will threw his sword and it buried itself deep into the wood, right above the bar. No matter how much Jack wiggled or pulled, the sword would not come loose. I grinned proudly.

The pirate turned back and started talking, again. "Tha' is a wonderful trick...except once again you are between me and ma way out. An' now you 'ave no weapon." He said smiling.

Will lunged to his right and grabbed a sword which end had been in the fire and was burning red. Ha! Take that Fathead! They started fighting once again and I sat up and dangled my feet of the edge of the loft once more so I could see better.

Jack looked about him at all of the swords. "Who makes all these?"

Will blocked Jack's sword and pronounced proudly, "I do!"-clang-"And I practice with them,"-clash-"three hours a day!"

"You need to spen' more time wi' your girl, mate." He glanced up at me pointedly and I blushed crimson. He looked back at Will. "You're not a eunuch, are you?"

I stared at him agape and yelled down, "Fathead!"

Ignoring the both of us, Will gritted his teeth and answered. "I practice three hours a day so when I meet a pirate...I can kill it!"

They fought and fought all over the shop (I was cheering loudly for Will the whole time), even getting up into the rafters somehow, I couldn't see that very well. Finally they both jumped down and Will had Jack cornered. Then, in a fit of devious and underhanded treachery, Jack blinded Will with sand and pulled out a gun! I stared at him, too shocked to move.

Will blinked. "You cheated."

You cheated?! YOU CHEATED?! He was being held at gunpoint and all he could say was, 'You cheated.'?! Sometimes I worried about that boy.

Jack stared at him levelly. "Move."

Will wielded his poker. Oh yeah, like that'll do any good. "No."

Jack sighed. "Please move."

"No!" Will shook his head vehemently. "I cannot just step aside and let you escape."

I blinked and finally found my tongue. Grabbing fistfuls of straw and throwing them down at Jack (I was desperate, okay?) I started screaming at him. "You touch him and I'll cut off your toes so you can't run and your tongue so you can't scream! Then I'll cut off your ears and shove 'em down your throat and when you're writhing on the ground choking to death I'll just point and go, 'HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!'" I cackled madly.

Jack gave me a bored look but then ignored me and turned back to Will. He cocked his gun. "This shot is not meant fer you."

Bloody hell, it isn't! My sanity seemingly abandoning me temporarily, I did probably the stupidest, but bravest, thing I'd ever done in all my eighteen years. I launched myself off of that loft, a full ten foot drop, and tackled Jack to the floor. He made quite a nice landing pad and I heard him go, "Oof!" as I knocked the wind out of him. Then barring my teeth, I started pummeling his face with my tiny fists. Unfortunately, me being a small rather petite woman, my punches didn't do much damage. The most I gave him was a bruise on his forehead and a black eye.

Before the stunned Jack could retaliate, I was dragged off by Will's right arm while he used his left arm to knock Jack unconscious with the forgotten gun.

I blinked owlishly. "Well that worked."

Will spun me around and shook me. "What were you thinking?"

"What do you mean?" I protested indignantly. "Unless you have somehow forgotten, he was going to shoot you. As in kill you. As in you'd be dead. It's understandable that I would try to help you." I glared at him and muttered under my breath. "Ungrateful pansy."

I squeaked as he swept me up into a hug and said softly, "Thank you."

I instantly felt better and I smiled. I could start a business with this. I could see the sign now: 'Feeling down? Only 5 shillings per hug!' I sniggered slightly to myself and Will drew back, looking at me oddly.

"What's so funny?"

I waved him off, my sniggers lessening slightly. Suddenly, soldiers broke down the door and came filing in, Commodore Norrington at their head. I scowled. Commodore Poohead more like. We got to our feet as he strode up to Jack and stared down at him with disgust. He glanced up at Will.

"Excellent work, Mr. Turner. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive. Well, I trust you will both always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away."

Two soldiers gathered around the pirate and dragged him off out the door, the rest of the soldiers trailing after them. Will and I glanced at each other and started to clean up the shop. I shook my head as I surveyed the damage. Fighting sure is messy.

I didn't get any reviews last chapter! *sob* Pleeeaase!

Will: How come I keep getting called a pansy? I'm not a pansy!

Me: So?

Will: So I'm being called something I'm not!

Me: So?

Will: .......Soooo I don't like being called a pansy!

Me: So?

Will: .......*lightbulb* Don't you looove me?! *does the Poochy Face of Doom*

Me: O.O No! Not the Poochy Face of Doom! MUST – GLOMP! *glomps Will*

Will: *is glomped*

Me: I promise I won't ever have Sam call you a pansy again! *crosses fingers*

Will: ^^

Me: ^^