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"So we meet again, Commodore," said Jack venomously, pushing Millie behind him with his free arm. Will eventually stopped rolling down the slanted road, and stood up dizzily, watching the scene from afar.

"Sparrow…I should've known that she was your mistress," Norrington said coldly.

"Ye shouldn't say that, Commodore, when a sword is 'gainst yer' neck," Jack replied, pressing the cold, silver sword on his skin. Norrington gulped and then stopped his breathing and all of his other movements.

"Now, out a' the kindness of yer' pure heart," Jack started, "You breathe none of this to anyone on this isle, savvy?"

"Agreed, Sparrow, agreed," Norrington replied.

Jack removed the sword from Norrington's neck and stuck it back into his belt. He then turned on his heel and guided Millie away. Then, he heard the swift sound of a sword drawn from Norrington's belt. Jack spun around and saw Commodore Norrington standing there proudly, his sword in a challenging position. Jack grinned and unsheathed his sword once more.

"You filthy bastard," said Jack with an evil grin.

Will had made his way up the road, and when seeing Commodore Norrington challenge Jack to a swordfight, he grabbed Millie's hand and started inching her away. Millie sighed at the feeling of her hand in his, though it was not the least bit romantic for Will as he was just trying to protect her since she obviously meant a lot to Jack.

Before Jack and Norrington began their swordfight, Norrington turned his head towards Will and a grin spread across his face.

"Now I have good reason to place you in jail, Mr. Turner," he said malevolently.

Jack swung his sword at Norrington who was preoccupied, but Norrington blocked his slash without even looking. As they parried, Will realized that he had no choice but to leave with Jack on his ship since Norrington had seen him associate with Jack Sparrow.

The swordfight between Norrington and Jack was getting even more intense as they moved round about the middle of the road. Loud clashes and grunts were heard from the two men who kept dodging each other's attacks. Millie had never seen Jack swordfight before since she had been unconscious when he had fought Captain Wallace, and was extremely impressed with his skills as she and Will watched from a few feet away. Jack's drunkenness was still apparent as he circled around Norrington, but it looked as though Jack was still the better swordsman. Many times Jack was about to have Norrington's head, but the commodore would come up with another defense tactic and cheat his death.

"Will!" shouted Jack as he lunged at Norrington, "She knows where to go!"

"What?" Will whispered to Millie.

"Come on!" she yelled and grabbed Will's arm.

Millie knew that Jack needed them to get to the Black Pearl as quickly as possible, and that Jack would join them after the swordfight. The thought of Jack losing the duel did not even cross her mind since Jack was doing so well, so she unworriedly led Will away from the scene.

Millie and Will made a quick detour at the blacksmith shop as Norrington and Jack continued to fight, so that Will could gather a few swords. He was close to tears when he realized that he would not see Elizabeth again for some time, maybe not for the rest of his life. He stopped midway through grabbing a sword from the table, and Millie looked at Will strangely as he stood there, lost in thought.

"Are you all righ'?" she asked with an odd and funny look on her face. Will looked up as if he just realized where he was and set down the swords on the table.

"I can't go…" he concluded.

"What? Why not?" Millie asked.

"Elizabeth!" he cried, "I can't leave her! She's my love…my beautiful lady…my life! If I leave Port Royal I shall never be able to see her!"

Millie's eyes became large as she was in disbelief at how much of an obsessive stalker Will sounded like, and also because she had not known that he was romantically involved.

"But yeh' have ta' come with us! That evil man saw ye with Sparra', he did!" she said, trying to convince him that he really had no choice but to leave. Will thought for a moment, then dashed to the other side of the shop and picked up a quill and old parchment and began to write a letter to Elizabeth.

"Dearest Elizabeth," he whispered as he wrote, "Tis a shame to leave you, my love, but I shall be going on the account once more. I will attempt to come back, I do promise. I shall think of you every day, and my heart will be full with love for you for the rest of my life. I love you, my Elizabeth. Please don't forget the love we have for each other. Love, William."

"That was love…ly…an' all," Millie said, noting on how many times he said 'love' in his letter, "but Jack wants us ta' get back on the Pearl at once!"

Will grabbed the swords quickly, put one in his belt and grabbed the other two in his hands. Then, he tossed one to Millie who caught it gracefully in the air by the golden handle.

"This isn't ta' help Jack, is it?" Millie asked questionably.

"No, of course not! Sparrow fights his own battles, and you do too, so I'd suggest you take care of that there sword," Will said with a smile. Millie beamed and dashed out of the shop, Will pursuing her.

Norrington and Jack were still fighting, but had made their way from the center of the street to beside a shop. Their swords clashed quickly and loudly, swooshing up and down in violent motions. One could say they were equally matched, but Jack's abilities seemed almost unbeatable as he seemed to dance in circles around Commodore Norrington.

A ladder lay against the side of the wall and led up to a balcony, and seeing a chance to escape, Jack began to ascend it quickly. However, Norrington grabbed Jack by the boot and tried to pull him down. Jack kicked the sword out of Norrington's other hand and made his way up the small, wooden ladder.

The balcony was not that large, and was a few feet underneath the roof of the shop. There was a small window with a tiny ledge that Jack was about to jump on to reach the roof while Norrington was struggling to get up the ladder. To Jack's disliking, Norrington appeared on the balcony, prepared to murder the pirate.

Jack sighed and once again lunged at Norrington, his sword pointing towards Norrington's heart. Norrington blocked the attack once more, and did a fancy twirl. Jack laughed at Norrington's odd move and began clashing the sword against his opponent's again. Jack had caused Norrington to step backwards a few feet so that the commodore was then pressed against the railing of the balcony. Their swords were diagonally crossing in front of their faces, which were a few inches apart. Jack could feel Norrington's nervous breathing. Over Norrington's shoulder, Jack saw the three Navy men who were on guard at the fort, run down the hill.

"I 'ave mercy on yer soul, Commodore," whispered Jack.

Jack pushed Norrington's sword with such force that it sent Norrington flying over the side of the railing. A trough was conveniently placed underneath the balcony, and Norrington fell into it with a loud splash. As the Navy men hurried over to help Norrington from his fall, Jack sheathed his sword and put his feet on the window's ledge and jumped up onto the roof.

"Get him!" screamed Norrington at the men as he emerged from the water angrily.

The men looked at the commodore confusedly, and then saw a pirate running across the rooftop of the shop, his arms flailing. Then, Jack disappeared over the side of another rooftop, jumping down to another balcony and to the ground, and the Navy men knew that they would not be able to catch the man. They sighed and headed off in the direction anyway as Norrington sat in the trough, sopping wet and defeated.