Hi everyone... I am back again with another chapter. I know that it has been a while, but my schedule is packed and will be until around May 30th. I am sorry for the inconvenience but I have things that have to be done and it may be a while until the next chapter is up. Again, I am sorry. Well... let me let you read the chapter. : )-




Chapter 5: Through My Daughter's Eyes...




 As the night wore on, the four pirates made their way through Port Royal. They scaled along walls, crawled through muddy ditches, and hid behind the nastiest of the nasty places. The moon was slowly becoming more and more fogged over by the low riding clouds that caused the thick haze of midnight. This was the hour that they had been waiting for. Jack walked casually to a small niche in the side of a small shed and looked sharply around all of the corners. When he was sure that the coast was clear, he motioned for the other three to make a safe passage through the opening that he was crossing at the present moment.

Waving his hand wildly he said, C'mon, this is no time to dilly dally. We ave' an appointment to make and we needn't be even fashionably late.

Anamaria and Jackson were chugging along behind Jack as quickly as their exhausted bodies would allow them to. Lia was running up alongside Jack, her body showing no signs of tiring. C'mon y' guys. We need to hurry. We don't want to be caught now do we? she said as more of a statement than a question.

Jackson stumbled and fell face first into a pile of straw with a loud thud. Lia turned swiftly and held a finger to her lips, shushing him. Quiet! We cannot afford to be discovered now!

She was met with a soft grunt and an almost undetectable grumbling from the teen. She turned back around and pretended to ignore the rather vulgar terms behind the straw.

They walked a few more blocks, ever so cautiously. Jack finally grabbed Lia by the hand and pulled her around the corner and said, Lia, sweetheart, I want ye' to know that no matter what appens, I luv ye' more than I could ever luv anythin' else. Please, remember that. Promise me that ye' will remember that.

Lia looked up at him with estranged eyes and said, Why would I ever forget that? Why would ye' think for one second that I could ever not love ye'? It is madness. I love you far too much. Don't you ever forget that!

Jack looked down at his surrogate daughter with wet eyes and blinked back the only things that he would not let her see. His tears. Why are you calling all of this to my attention now, father?

He looked at her and pulled her into a sharp embrace, crushing her to his chest, her head over his shoulder. Cause, luv, where we are travelin' in the next few moments could be the most dangerous place that we ave ever been. The man that we are goin' to see could quite possibly be the most dangerous man in the Caribbean darlin'. I just want you to be ready for anything. Keep your sword unclasped from your belt, keep your knife sheathed lightly, and be on guard. Await my instructions upon entry. Aye?

She cast her eyes downward before answering, Aye father.

He squeezed her into a hug one last time before filing back around the corner to join the others.



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Jack led the group around a sharp corner and stopped abruptly. He turned around and squatted down, motioning for the others to follow suit, as they did. He studied them all for a moment before saying, Okay, we are here. Now is the time for action. Swift action. Here is what I want ye' all to do. Anamaria, I want ye' to go round the back of the shop and enter through the secret hatch at the base of the foundation that leads to the wine cellar. Jackson, I want ye' to enter through the side window that goes directly into the actual blacksmith machinery area. Lia, I want ye' to come with me. Follow me' lead. Aye? he asked urgently.

he received as loud whispers.

With that final note, they all turned their separate ways and went their different directions.

He turned to Lia and said, Well, now is ye' chance.






She looked at him quizzically. What do ye' mean?

He didn't answer her but merely motioned for her to follow closely behind him. She did as told and was led to the very front of the shop. Okay, here is what I want ye' to do. I want ye' to enter this entrance as silently as ye' possibly can. Once inside, go to the wall at the far back of the shop. Be careful not to trip over any equipment. Remember, this is a blacksmith's shop. Once you are at the wall, ye' will find a door. Do not go anywhere near that door. That is the bedchamber of the smithy. Walk past the door and go to the desk at the West wall. There ye' will find a key in the top left drawer. Get it to unlock the weapon safe. If the key is no there, go to the top right drawer. There ye' will find a pen knife, ye' can use that to pick the lock if need be. Once inside the safe, collect two swords and a three shot pistol with ten bullets. Once ye' ave collected these items, go to the East wall. There ye' will meet your brother. Give him the weapons and get out the same way that he does. Any questions?

She blinked a few times and said, Nope, got it all up here. she tapped her head twice, smiling.

The two pirates sped their way to the door. Jack opened it silently for her and placed a finger on his lips, shushing her silently. She nodded and walked silently inside. Her eyes adjusted almost immediately. She walked slowly to the back wall. There she saw the door that she was to avoid. She looked around for a few moments and marveled at the sight before her. There were swords everywhere. All of them were carefully made and hand crafted to perfection. She finally shook her head free of the wonder and turned her mind back to the task at hand.

She walked to the West wall and found the desk that was her next spot. She felt for the top left drawer and found her destination. She pulled the door open slowly and felt for the key. She found nothing. She breathed heavily and walked to the other side of the desk. There she found the pen knife. She walked to the weapon safe and began the pressing task of picking the large skeleton lock. As she was doing this, she heard the rustling of someone behind her. Just as she heard the lock click open, she turned to come face to face with a tall, lean man. Her silver knife was poised an ready for action and blood if need be.

Who are you? he asked in a thick British accent, with a cold stare and a brooding manner.

It is none of ye' concern... she said impudently. Besides, what would you care anyway?

He looked her up and down for a few moments. Why are you tryin' to break into my safe? You do not look malnourished, therefore you cannot be a beggar. What are you, and who sent you?

She glared at him in a cold hard stare. My father told me to. And what would ye' care of a pirate?

With that, the man lashed out, grabbing a sword and landing a hard blow down on her knife to the point of a spark. But her arm didn't budge from it's steady grip. She merely grabbed a sword from the safe and clashed weapons with him in a piratic way. he parried her blow and took a firm stance of a soldier prepared for battle. She took the stance of a pirate, almost identical to Jack. Why do you even bother, child? The man asked her in a saccharine voice.

With that she lashed at him at full speed. He had trouble, but he managed to block all of her blows, only receiving a slice on his shoulder from a loose block. Jesus Christ! he thought. She is only a child. This proves how little practice I have had as of late.

Suddenly, three heads popped out from behind a corner. Anamaria, Jackson, and Jack's. They had all come to watch the show.

Lia struck at the smithy again and clashed blades in a spark again. She flipped backwards into the rafters above and took off at a blinding speed for the chain that went back to the safe. She reached it, but decided that it was time for her to have a little fun. She dropped the chain and turned around to face the loud thud that she had heard land about ten feet behind her. She came face to face with the blacksmith. She unsheathed her sword and took a stance. Are you absolutely mad? The smith asked her.

Maybe I am, or maybe I learned from the best. We shall have to see. She replied matter-of-factly.

She raised her sword to touch his at the tip. The smithy looked at her feet and said. Okay, we shall play a little game. It's called Swordplay. I make a move, and you show me how to parry it. Let's say I do...this.. he moved his feet into a new stance as he swung the blade over his head meeting hers as she spun around to clash swords with his. he said. How about .....this... He flipped over her, landing behind her as she did a backwards somersault and clashed swords with him. Impressive. What about....this.! He launched his sword at her in a javelin like fashion. She did another backwards somersault and caught it.

So...you think that you are so smart as to out skill me by the way of a blade. What about wits, do you know what those are? he asked sarcastically.

Lia rolled her eyes and, tossing him back his sword said, The natural ability to perceive and understand, She parried a blow. Keenness and quickness of perception or discernment, She flipped over him to clash swords. She somersaulted three times backwards and landed in a defensive stance. Sound mental facilities, sanity... She received the sparking blow on her sword and knocked him backwards. The ability to perceive and express in an ingeniously humorous manner the relationship between seemingly incongruous or disparate things!

She flipped backwards off of the rafters and landed in a roll to the donkey that powered the machine, slapping it's behind and causing it to run the machine. Top that ye' smart-mouthed sunnovabitch! She yelled running to collect the rest of the weapons as the smithy jumped down. She launched all of the weapons at Jackson as he appeared from around the corner to help her. He and the smithy looked at each other for a moment. I know your face... They said simultaneously.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Jackson came to his senses and raced out of the window carrying the weapons. The smithy turned to race after him but found Lia in the way again, sword poised and ready to parry a blow or attack, whichever came first.

The smithy unsheathed his sword and raised it to meet hers. You never give up, do you? he asked, somewhat weirded out.

A sly smile crossed her face as she replied, Not if I live by my motto.

He inflicted a blow, which she parried easily. And what is that? He asked curiously, but almost as a challenge.

She smirked as she landed a slice to his left bicep, Dare to Dream...and Dare to Live the Dream!!! She screamed at him as he knocked the sword from her hands causing her to somersault backwards three times and grab the branding rod from the fire.

His eyes went wide as he saw what she held in her hand, but the wideness of his eyes was made up for in the way his jaw dropped at her words. That had been his motto! how could they have the same one?

They clashed weapons in an illuminating spark of bright orange from the piping hot branding rod. Their faces met inches apart. He looked into her eyes and was shocked at what he found. He felt a jolt of recognition. These were his eyes! She pushed back with all of her might and sent him flying into the East wall. She threw the sword onto the ground and backed away a few steps. The smithy looked up and asked in between coughs from dust, What are you? Where did you come from?

All of a sudden, Jack came running around the corner and knelt beside the smithy. Will, are ye' all right? Will! It's me, Jack!

Will cleared the dust from his eyes and studied his face for a minute. J...Ja...Jack? Jack!!! It really is you! Where have you been all of this time, mate? You are the hardest person to track!

Jack looked at him and raised an eyebrow. That's because I am captain of the Pearl' silly! Do ye' honestly think that ye' will find er on the sea?

Will met eyes with him. Apparently not after all of this time. There was a long pause. So... I suppose you know what I am going to ask next?

Jack sighed and nodded his head, Yes mate, I do know--

He was cut off by Lia tapping him on the shoulder. he asked.

What is goin' on here? Don't ye' dare leave me in the dark this time dad! She said in a rather demanding tone.

Jack motioned for her to step back as he pushed her lightly away. Who is this? Will asked curiously, Did you and Anamaria bear a daughter? Wait... speaking of daughters... where--

He was cut of by Jack, Where is ye' daughter? You ask this?

Will nodded solemnly, afraid of the possible answers.

Jack nods at him and says, Why don't ye' ask her yourself? He nodded toward Lia and smiled slightly at the expression on both of their faces. It was absolutely priceless.

They were complete opposite in mannerisms at the moment. Will's jaw dropped, eyes like saucers, face as white as a ghost. Lia just looked downright confused. One eyebrow cocked up, mouth off-center. Will stuttered, Whaa...what..?

Jack said, William, meet Cordelia Turner, a.k.a. Lia Sparrow, your daughter. Lia, meet William Turner, your father...





( ~ * ~ OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh......cliffy!!! I am so sorry. I had to though, I ran out of time to work on the chapter and had to cut this short. Don't worry the next chappie will be a long one to make up for all of my wrong doings. Anyway, what are ya' ll thinking about this so far? Am I doing good? What do I need to do to make this even better? What would ya'll like to see happen next? Anyhoo... gotta run...TOOTLES!!!!!! ~ * ~ )