Chapter 8: Pirate Sword fighting
As tiny bits and pieces of ash fell to the earth, the once massive sword transformed into a mere cutlass. The sword that was without flaw looked like it had been shot from a cannon. Tattered pieces of cloth hung of it like a limp noodle.
"What the hell happened to your sword, mate?" Jack inquired. The last extremely odd thing he saw was himself turning into a skeleton, which was an entirely different story than that of a sword demoting itself to a mere blade.
"What to you mean; nothing happened to my sword. It's perfectly fine the way it is," Inuyasha hollered. Jack held his hands up in defense. "Sorry, mate, it's just that I have never seen a sword quite like that one you just had and now… well… look at it."
"I am looking at it and I see no problem with my sword!"
"Well I'm sorry, but that swords not going to be strong enough to win a sword fight. Savvy?" Miroku looked up at the arguing pair and decided to break the momentum of the fight. He wished to ask this question for he saw that Inuyasha was not understanding what Jack had said, and would probably blurt out something that would make himself feel like a fool. Miroku asked, " Captain Sparrow, what does 'savvy' mean?" Jack turned to look at the man on the floor and answered, " It is the cognitive condition of someone who understands. A question in itself; asking if the person to whom the speaker is talking to understands the statement or statements ahead of the word. Latin based of course. Inventers of Mayona… "
"Thank you" Miroku cut in to stop Jack from blabbering on an on about the Latin's (whom he had never heard of in the first place).
"Well, thank you very much for that lesson in verbiage, Jack." Inuyasha said very sarcastically while rolling his eyes. Jack saw Inuyasha's eyes roll and just to make him angry put in, "It is not a verb, mate. In this context it is a noun"
"Oh shut up about the stupid word already and lets get back to my sword," Miroku opened his mouth to say something but was stopped when Inuyasha continued, "and you shut up as well monk." Miroku decided at that moment to be quiet throughout whatever may happen next, and be prepared to sit tight for a while.
"As I said before, that sword is not strong enough to fight with." Jack twisted his braided, beaded beard as he stared at the half-demon before him.
"The Tetsusiga is one of the most powerful swords in all of futile Japan!"
"You have a name for that pitiful looking sword?"
"Yes, it is the fang of my dead father. He, a full demon, joined together with another full demon whom birthed my half brother Shoshomeru. Soon after this demon's death my father fell in love with a mortal. That is the reason that I am a half-demon, half-mortal, half-demon. When my father died he gave two fangs: one with the power to heal, the other with the power to kill. Both fangs were forged and made into swords. The stronger of the two, Tetsusiga, became mine because I did not have the will to kill for pleasure. Shoshomeru's sword was named the Tetsuseiga. Day by day he yearns for the Tetsusiga and will never stop hunting for it until he dies."
"That's interesting." Jack looked from the tattered and torn Tetsusiga in Inuyasha's hands to his own metal cutlass. His seamed far inferior to this demonic sword. *I wonder how well he can fight without his sword. * "What d'ya say to me teaching you how to fight like a pirate, if you need any real skills."
"I have skills!" Inuyasha yelled, anger was building in his face as he sat on the ground and stuck up his nose.
"Then I challenge you to a duel."
"Fair enough. Rules?"
"You can't use the Tetsusiga, and I wont use me rapier, we use sticks, Savvy?" Inuyasha got up and whipped the dust off of his crimson garment. He walked over to a nearby tree and broke off two of the branches. Looking at both of the sticks he noticed that one was scrawnier than the other. Jack caught the branch that was thrown to him and realized that it was rather flimsy. He stood with his left foot forward and the stick straight out from his chest. Inuyasha did the same. In an moment, wood started crashing as Jack parried. The small movements left Inuyasha pondering *why doesn't he just attack? These slight wrist movements are catching me off guard. If he won't attack, I will*
"That's all you got, mate." Now was the perfect time to lunge forward. Inuyasha jumped in the air and with his imaginary sword and was about to swipe when he found himself on the ground. Something was glazing at his throat. His gaze ran up a stick to a wide-smiled Jack Sparrow.
"Dam it," Inuyasha said while slamming his fists on the ground.
"Looks like you cant fight with out your Tetsusiga, mate. So, will you reconsider my offer to teach you how to fight like a pirate?"
"Dam you, Jack Sparrow," Inuyasha mumbled as he pushed away the stick. In the corner Miroku sat in a torrent of silent laughter.
"Oh good, we start tomorrow. And by the way – that's Captain Jack Sparrow."