Authors Note: Ok… this is only gonna be half of a real chapter... cuz I'm going out of town and out of reach of a comp on Friday, so I can't update until the 13 of October… and I didn't want to keep you hanging for too long, so I'll give u the fight, and then a plot twist…
Disclaimer: Who actually reads these to make sure that I am not stealing the stuff? Raise your hand if u do? *Only Donald Duck shows a hand raised* Right, better not piss off the duck… I own only Katherine and Charlene… I WANT JACK SPARROW AND WILL TURNER!
I weighed the sword in my hand, as I eyed Jack Sparrow. He looked like his foot movements were not the best, the way he kept shaking out his legs. I had learned from watching Will before hand and watching his fighting his weaknesses, according to his habits that he did before he fought.
Jack's arm muscles, that I had seen before they most unfortunately had been covered up, were strong, so I knew that he would have good arm abilities.
I bowed her head to him, and he copied my move carefully with his eyes, not daring to expose his neck to me and break eye contact. We brought out our swords, pointing them at each other, and he made the first swing. He was aiming for my breast, which he thought would be my weak spot. He thought wrong. I blocked, and crossed over, walking around to my left.
He countered my move, and I swung towards his neck. He block, and swung my sword to the outside, forcing my arm to twist painfully. I shook it off, and walked towards him, and swinging and blocking appropriately.
I was right. His footwork was not the best, but it was bloody good. I hopped over a branch that he had stepped over. This must have been something he was looking to, because he suddenly lunged towards me, and swooped his sword toward my chest. I hopped back, tripping over the branch, and landing sprawling on the ground.
My backside exploded it fire. My sword went flying into the fire, and I was weaponless. I rubbed my tailed bone as he pointed his sword at me. "I win, love."
I looked at him. He was panting and was covered in sweat. His kohl-rimmed eyes were smeared. His cheeks were filled with rose from the heat and the excitement. There was no way he could win.
"I beg to differ, Sparrow." I leaped up, out of range of his sword, and jumped over the masses of logs and such, where all the swords were. I picked up two, and met blade with blade. I blocked with one, and struck with another. But he, most unfortunately, had seen what I was about to do, and had picked up an extra blade, my old one.
On and on we went, blocking and swishing. Elizabeth watched in horror, the image obviously very frightening. Will just watched in amazement, obviously thinking something very criticizing to tell me afterwards. But I felt that nothing had gone wrong, and nothing could go wrong.
I ran to the where the donkey stood, with wide eyes. She started to move around in a circle. I jumped on a wood post that moved around with the donkey. Jack leapt on another, and we clanged and clashed. The poor creature started to walk faster and eventually reached a gallop, attempting to get away from the God-awful noise.
Jack jumped down, and motioned with his blade playfully. Come and get me. I followed him, spinning and twirling my blade around with his; sparks flying from the almost constant contact.
I hopped onto the lever that held sacks and sacks of charcoal and steel and silver and all types of material for Will to use for his BlackSmithing. I tripped over one of the sacks, and landed on the other side of the lever. Jack followed, a made glint shining in his eyes, the black sparkling brightly. I could sense something behind me. I placed my foot behind me and felt the stairs that lead between the lever, over to the shelf with the anvil.
I stepped up, and walked carefully, while fighting with the rest of my might. My aching muscles told me I would have hell to pay the next day. I stepped down and off of the stairs, and Jack, who did not see the stairs, fell down, landing on his backside.
I placed my foot on his chest to attempt to keep him down on the ground. But he tried to stand up. I sat down and straddled his waist, pointing my sword at his chest. "I do believe you were incorrect in your assumption of you winning this most marvelous battle. I have won, Mr. Sparrow, and you have been a most wonderful opponent."
An odd look crossed his eyes for a minute as he struggled to understand me. Then, in a quicker flash than what I could realize, he had me flipped over, and he was the one straddling me. "No, love, I was correct. Thank yeh for this marvelous battle. Yeh were a very worthy opponent." I glared at him, but he smiled. "I'll buy yeh a rum for being so worthy."
I smiled wearily. "I've never tasted rum before, Mr. Sparrow, but I am assuming that I should try it this once." He nodded in approval, but then, all went wrong.
The door to the Black Smith's slammed open, and standing in the doorway was a fuming Charlene. Her pale cheeks were fire red, her hair greasier than usual, her fists clenched. Her beady eyes glared at me, with Jack straddling. "WHAT IN HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" she bellowed.
Jack looked at her with amusement. He got off of me, and helped me up, concealing the swords. He obviously knew that if Charlene saw the swords, she would kill me then and there. "Madame, may I introduce meself?"
"No, you bastard! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY STEP DAUGHTER! And you, whore!" she spat at me. "Are you giving your services to yet another man?"
"Piss off Charlene." She stomped over to me, and took a pair of irons out of her pocket. She clamped them around my wrists, pinching my skin so sharply that blood blossomed out.
"Shut-up, bitch, until I get you home. Then I will deal with you accordingly. And you!" She turned to Jack, and snapped another pair of irons on him as well. "I recognize you from the pictures the Commodore showed me. You're Jack Sparrow, and you're going to the gallows on the dawn. Do you know why? Because you are being turned in right now. And Elizabeth, dear, come see me sometime. You shouldn't be hanging out with scum like Pirates, my step daughter, and black-smiths."
Charlene walked out, pulling me in one arm and pulling Jack along in the other, with a look of fear on his face. This was either because he was being taken to the Pansy-King, Commodore Norrington, or because he was being pulled in front of Charlene, a very voluptuous woman, and he was scared of being swallowed by her bosom.
Authors Note: How was that? I think that was the best fight scene I've ever written in my life. I can never seem to be able to describe fight scenes in detail. Does everyone (especially Jack) stay in character through out this? Please review!
Jack: I stay in character! See, because I mention rum… and anything I say about rum is right about me!
DWA: Please review! It will help me with putting up with this half-crazed man who has had entirely too much rum, and is a very sexy man…
Will: What about me? Am I not sexy enough for you?
DWA: Of course you are sexy… you're not a drunken sexy man tho… and drunken sexy men always get first recognition! *This is midnight with apple juice for yah!*