DISCLAIMER: I stole Jack's hat! But it's still Jack's, it's not mine, and it wasn't exactly stealing, it was more like borrowing without permission. If you recognize it, I don't own it, unless you only recognize it from the previous chapter.

A/N (2/29/04): Kyux, here I am, typin' another chapter, when I can't e'en reach th' reviews from th' firs' chapter. Bloody website. But thanks anyways to my wonderful reviewers! I'll make sure to give you specific replied in the next chapter.

Chapter Two: Meet Will Turner

The children—excuse me, young adults—were crazy. Commodore Norrington was an inflexible British Navy officer. Bad combination, for Norrington at least. Lyn and Tom found it to be an excellent opportunity for mischief.

            Lyn cowered back against some rigging, while Tom stood over her with a toy gun. It was emerald-green and had yellow foam darts. In his other hand was another toy gun, which fired discs. "Ni! Ni!" he cried.

            "Eeeeek!" squealed Lyn. "No! Please! I surrender!"

            "Arr! Swash swash buckle buckle."

            "No! Don't hurt me! I'll give you—I'll give you my cat!" Lyn passed Tom her cat, which immediately hissed and tried to scratch him.

            "You keep the cat," he said, giving it back to her.

            When Norrington saw them, he came over, wondering what the bloody Hell they were up to this time. Gypsy (the cat) hissed at him. Lyn said, "I don' think she likes you."

            "We are almost to Port Royal," Norrington said. "Are you sure you'll be safe there?"

            "Oh, o' course," Tom assured him. "We're gonna get Will to 'elp us steal—"

            "Commandeer," Lyn corrected.

            "—steal a ship. Tha's what Will calls it."

            "Commandeer a ship," Lyn insisted. "Will's a pirate."

            Will Turner himself greeted them at the dock. "You look like a Jack Sparrow wannabe," he said to Lyn, who decided to take that as a complement. Still...

            "Captain Jack Sparrow."

            "She is," Tom said, earning himself a glare from his sister.

            On their way to his shop, they told Will about their plans. "So you're telling me you stole Jack's hat?" he asked with a mixture of admiration and disbelief. "And now you plan to steal a ship?"

            Lyn sighed and turned to Tom. "You win." Then she perked up; she'd seen all the swords on the walls. She'd always wanted a sword—well, maybe not always (in fact, she'd been scared of all sharp, pointy objects for the longest time), but she'd wantedone for the past two years, ever since she'd first seen "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring." "Hey, Will, what say you you teach us some sword-fightin' skills, eh? We could practice three hours a day, same as you."

            Will gave her a suspicious look. "I'm beginning to suspect you know my entire life's story."

            "No," Lyn said with a grin, "only most of it."

            To prove just how much they knew, Lyn and Tom decided to act out the sword-fight scene between Jack and Will. After all, the setting was right, and Lyn even had the irons. They played the scene out perfectly, with real swords even, except the sword thrown at the door, which they had to mime. Will found that part rather amusing. At the end, they used the green toy gun. That was too much for Will, who doubled over with laughter.

            About that time, Elizabeth arrived. "Who are you?"

            "Lightning Lyn Astra an' Tornado Tom."

            "Pirate wannabes," Tom added

            "Shut up."

            As always, he replied, "Why don't you?" Stupidest Tom-fool response Lyn had ever heard, and way overused. In fact, it was so overused that Lyn had a comeback already prepared:

            "Because I would have, mate, if you hadn't just said that."

            "Oh."

            "Oh," Lyn repeated, in the tone of voice Jack used when talking to Elizabeth in that deleted scene on the island.

            Tom recovered mighty fast. "He still risked his life to save ours. So we've got to do something to help him!"

            "Off you go, then," Lyn said, making shooing motions with her hands. "Tell me how that turns out."

            Will looked bewildered—it was such a non sequitur (A/N: Yay! I get extra credit in Latin). Elizabeth looked freaked out. She asked how they know about that, so the young adults told her the truth. She didn't seem to believe them, for some reason.

            Will agreed to teach them fencing, although they didn't seem to need the lessons. They told him that they'd practiced that particular scene more times than they could count—literally; they'd lost count somewhere around forty-two. So he agreed to teach them, and even made them the swords, for them to use after they were skilled enough not to stab themselves in the feet.

"An' that is the story of how we met Will Turner," Lyn concluded with a bow.

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