"Jack, I want you to take the helm." Fara ordered after she had later regained consciousnous. She was lying in her bed wearing a white night dress.
"Sure you can trust me? You know how dishonest I am." He smiled mischeivously standing at the door of her room.
"Jack. You will take us to Port Royale or you will be thrown overboard somewhere with no happy little rum island. Infact, No island at all. You'd simply drown." she snarled.
"You'd be at a loss too though." he quirked.
"Says who." she sniggered.
He curtsied sarcastically, left the room and walked up to the helm.
"Port Royale, Port Royale, Port Royale." he imitated Fara. He stopped when he noticed crew members giving him odd looks.
He put his hands round the helm and started directing to the actuall destination.
The Golden Lioness slid silently into the docks of Port Royale.
'A'right. I've got to warn Will. Sneaky time.' Jack thought as he jumped off the boat onto a nearby bridge.
He walked along flamboyantly to the Blacksmithery. The Dark of night was hiding him.
"Ah. Browns, Blacksmith. Very good." he said to himself as he opened the door.
"Who's there?!?!" a shout arose as he opened the door.
"Calm down, Mate." Jack replied.
"Jack? What are you doing here?" the young blacksmith apprentice, Will Turner, smiled.
"Sh... Keep yer voice down. I've come to warn you. A band o' pirates are comin' to raid this place. Stealin' swords. Lock all the entrances or something, Savvy?" Jack whispered using hushed gestures.
"Like I'm really worried about meeting a pirate now." Will laughed.
"I'm bein' serious. Do as I say." he begged. "Fara's a sword mistress.... She could beat even you."
"She? Hm. Never knew Jack to be scared of a girl.... apart from maybe...... okay... Never mind." Will laughed.
"Please, Don't treat her stupid." Jack exited through the back door.
Will was chuckling to himself a while later. He was alone in the blacksmithery polishing.
"Daft Old Jack. He's become paranoid as well as drunk." he laughed to himself outloud. The front door opened quickly, Someone ran in but Will couldn't see who it was because of the shadow.
"Who's there?" he exclaimed.
No answer. Apart from a noise that sounded like the scrape of a sword.
"Excuse me?!?!" he exclaimed further.
"I would never excuse you, your majesty." the shadow growled.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Fara Quickblade." Fara stepped into the moonlight. She was dressed in a long blue silk event gown rather than her usuall shabby outfit. Her long bright red hair trickled down her shoulders making her look strangely innocent. Her black bandana was tied around her wrist.
"Fara..... It's you." Will said. He remembered Jack mention her.
"William, It's you." she growled pointing at him with the sword she'd stolen shortly before.
"Hey, Put that sword back!" he whimpered.
"In all respect, your majesty, This is in a way my sword. This Blacksmiths belonged to my family." she snarled.
"Yes, But Mister Brown owns it now. You have no rights." Will laughed angrily.
"Oh, And you have a devotion to mister Brown, Aye? I'll make sure he knows that you had a proud death then." she scowled pressing the point of the sword onto Will's stomach.
A door slowly opened. Fara ignored it.
"I could kill ya now. Revenge... Allsorts o' revenge. Revenge for the way ye treated me, revenge for the death of my mother that lost me this place..... Lot's o' things..." she went to press harder.
"If I may be so bold as to interfere?" Jack Sparrow appeared inbetween them. He slowly pushed down Fara's blade to protect Will.
"Go on. Hurry up. I want ter kill this scurvy dog now!" Fara growled.
"Hm. Do you know who this is, Fara?" he said putting a hand on Will's shoulder.
"William Turner. He tried turning ye away from me when we were younger, He broke me heart once, Tried turnin' away me other friends... Those are only a few things on the list." she grunted.
"Um.... Close. Very close." Jack smiled raising his hands together.
"What? Look at 'im Jack!" she shouted.
"T'is Will. Son of Bill." Jack beamed mischieviously.
"What? Ye look just like 'im. An' trust me lad, from me, That ain't a compliment." she glared poking Will with the sword.
"Put the sword down, Fara." Jack said with his eyes closed. She dropped it reluctantly.
"You know, This has been a bit much on me." Will said weakly he fainted on Jack's shoulder shortly.
"Definitely Bill Turner's son." Fara said turning up her nose.