::I do not own the movie Pirates of the Caribbean, I do not own any characters unless they are made up, I do hope you enjoy.::
Birds chirping in the coconut tress of Port Royal in Jamaica as the sun started rising falling up the port. The bustle of the early risers setting up their stools, and opening their shops as the only sound other than the birds which was heard at the time being. His light brown shoes sounded on the cobbles as he made his way down towards the Smithies. In his arm a book and some food when he had time to pass, he wore brown breeches which was torn and had been drawn in many places. His top was the normal white top. His top two buttons undone from the heat which had been increasing, and over the top of that his waist coat jacket of greyish brown. His hair of the mixture of brown and a lighter brown seemed to be tied back like normal in a pony tail as his eyes of Soft brown seemed to look down at the key as he unlocked the door.
"Morning Mr. Brown…" he said as he passed the sleeping man and headed towards the back where the stables was placed.
His hand picked up a bucket full of feed which was normally made the night before just before he left. His eyes watched carefully as he added some water and soon looked up to the donkey waiting to be feed. His lips grew into a cheerful smile as he headed towards the donkey and placed the feeding bowl on the floor. It would be an hour before he really needed the Donkey's help which made him pleased. 20 orders to make and get ready to be picked up before midday…and it was already…5.59am. He was normally hard at work but he seemed not to be…his gazed looked up to the Manor of the Swann's as he started thinking of the girl whom took his life's loving.
"I hope she will accept." he sighed looking at the half made ring which he had started, though only a blacksmith he tried his best. It was the thought which counted he kept reminding himself.
His hand picked up and old rusty hammer and some metal which had been heated over night. It was placed on to the anvil as he started smacking down on it. The steam let off from the red hot object cause water droplet to appear on his brow. How much he wished that he had some help but he couldn't get any. It would take years to teach someone…Someone to make it like he did. His eyes watched each stroke made by hammer or any other tool folding the metal and bending it into the shape of a fine sword. But it was too good to be true when his hammed seemed it his a weakest part of the sword causing it to shatter. And with it as did his hope of getting home early, Re-Fresh up and heading to the lady of his life…He promised her he would be around and now it may not happen.