Will went to reach for the hat, but got his hand smacked by a familiar
sword. The sword immediately went to Will's throat. 'Oh,' I thought, 'Don't
kill him dad! He's so cute!'
"You're the one they're looking for," Will started, when it came to being
Jack Sparrow (or any Sparrow in fact), you're always being looked for. "The
pirate!" You could have just killed me then, he acted like he had never met
a pirate before (he didn't know it, but he had)!
"Well then," dad started, "You want to kill me don't you?"
"You threatened Miss Swann." I rolled my eyes, how pathetically helpless this guy was. Will unsheathed his sword and pointed it at my father. Now I was worrying about the health of my dad, I had watched Will practicing day and night.
They both started at it. Will was showing of some fancy moves, my dad just doing what he had to and nothing more. They fought, and fought, and fought, and fought. Once they got in a conversation about swords and eunuchs, but I didn't get the highlights from where I was sitting.
Finally, my dad pulled a little gunpowder in the face thing, and pointed his gun directly at Will, who was unfortunately standing right in front of the exit.
"Move!" he cried.
"No!"
"Please move?"
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you get away."
He started the thing up, "This shot was not meant for you." I knew perfectly well whom it was for.
I saw Mr. Brown creeping up behind dad with his bottle in hand. I wanted to yell to him, to warn him. But it was too late. Brown hit him with a good blow on the back of the head. His body fell, and at that moment the git Norrington walked in with his men.
"Good work Mr. Brown, you have assisted with the capture of a dangerous fugitive." Fugitive? Dad must have gotten into some big trouble this time.
"Just doing my civic duties, sir." I wanted to jump from the loft and attack them all, but then they would take me too. I would find another way to save my dad.
"Take him away." They did just that...they dragged him out, while Will just stood there and watched.
"Well then," dad started, "You want to kill me don't you?"
"You threatened Miss Swann." I rolled my eyes, how pathetically helpless this guy was. Will unsheathed his sword and pointed it at my father. Now I was worrying about the health of my dad, I had watched Will practicing day and night.
They both started at it. Will was showing of some fancy moves, my dad just doing what he had to and nothing more. They fought, and fought, and fought, and fought. Once they got in a conversation about swords and eunuchs, but I didn't get the highlights from where I was sitting.
Finally, my dad pulled a little gunpowder in the face thing, and pointed his gun directly at Will, who was unfortunately standing right in front of the exit.
"Move!" he cried.
"No!"
"Please move?"
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you get away."
He started the thing up, "This shot was not meant for you." I knew perfectly well whom it was for.
I saw Mr. Brown creeping up behind dad with his bottle in hand. I wanted to yell to him, to warn him. But it was too late. Brown hit him with a good blow on the back of the head. His body fell, and at that moment the git Norrington walked in with his men.
"Good work Mr. Brown, you have assisted with the capture of a dangerous fugitive." Fugitive? Dad must have gotten into some big trouble this time.
"Just doing my civic duties, sir." I wanted to jump from the loft and attack them all, but then they would take me too. I would find another way to save my dad.
"Take him away." They did just that...they dragged him out, while Will just stood there and watched.