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Chapter 7: FORGEing a friendship (sorry, I know!)

So, Jack had run into the town. First, (while the soldiers were playing 'Hit Norrington with your shoes') he went and bought some toothpaste, because he had forgotten his when he came on holiday to Port Royal. Then, he remembered he was an escaped convict. So he hid somewhere.

As the soldiers ran past, Jack hid behind a statue of a blacksmith. He put a sword through the hand, with a little flag on saying 'There are no pirates here. Kindly go away.'

The soldiers were suspicious. But Norrington said 'Can't you read the sign! Go and check the sock puppets shop! Now there's a pirate hideout if I ever saw one.' So the soldiers went away.

Then Jack ran into the forge, and got rid of his handcuffs by abusing the Cruelty to Animals code of conduct.

Then Will cam in, so Jack hid behind a small bottle of rum. Will looked around and saw his master, the tramp pretending to be a blacksmith, fast asleep.

'Right where I left you,' Will said. 'In a deep coma.'

But THEN! Will saw a hammer which had moved a whole three degrees clockwise.

'But not where I left you,' Will frowned. Then he saw Jack's hat. Jack was worried but Will shrugged and continued to talk to random objects around the workshop.

Eventually Jack had pins and needles so he stood up.

'Hello. My name is William. Why were you hiding behind that rum?' Will said.

'Can you fight me please? I have pins and needles in my foot, and I want to shake it off.' Jack replied.

'Are you a pirate?' Will said.

'No, I'm the bloody health inspector. What does it look like to you?' Jack overloaded the sarcasm but Will just stared at him.

'Sorry, Mr Health Inspector. I will fight you. Am I supposed to let you win? There aren't any cockroaches here, honest.' At that moment, a cockroach crawled across Jack's foot.

'I'm a pirate,' Jack sighed.

'As well? My, you must have your work - ' Then Will realised what Jack had said properly.

'I don't like pirates.'

'Right, well I'll be leaving then. This is boring,' Jack said. But Will had a fight with him before Jack could leave.

Then Will threw his sword at the door, trying to be clever. It missed and hit the window, scaring lots of children in the street.

'You don't have a weapon, na na na na na na,' Jack said in a singsong voice. Will picked up a lemon and threw it at Jack. Then they fought some more.

Eventually, after a lot of fighting, the Commodor and his men banged on the door. Jack tried to escape and told Will that his last shot in his gun was not meant for him. Will asked Jack if it was a Christmas present for someone. Jack replied that it was July, and you shouldn't give people bullets for presents anyway. Will answered that he thought it would be exciting to receive a bullet. Jack asked if he would like one fired at him on his birthday. Will pondered this and said no, not really, he wouldn't like a bullet fired at him on any day. Jack told him to move out the way then, and Will said no, because he always stood here at 3:32 pm, and that was the time now.

Then the tramp guy woke up from his coma and smashed Jack over the head with a bottle. Jack fell over.

The Commodor and his men rushed in and congratulated the tramp guy.

'I did most of it,' Will said.

The men ignored him and continued congratulating Mr Brown.

'I said, I DID MOST OF IT!' Will yelled.

'Nobody's listening, Turner. Well done again, Mr Brown,' Commodor Norrington said.

Jack was unconscious, so he didn't say anything.

'Gentlemen, I trust you will remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away,' the Commodor said meanly.