1Chapter Five-My Encounter With Jack Sparrow
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"Um...about that..." Elli began, shifting her weight, trying to think of how to word this.
"Father, please don't send her to the gallows, she's done nothing wrong so far." Elizabeth suddenly pleaded, turning to her father. Elli stared at Elizabeth in disbelief. She was actually defending her! Elli expected Elizabeth to stand by her father on this one. Then again, Elli had seen the way Elizabeth had looked at Jack with such interest. It seemed that she had a fondness for pirates that her father did not have.
The governor fell silent for a few minutes, thinking about what do to about all of this, but at last he gave into his daughter's wishes and spared Elli from the gallows. Elizabeth clasped Elli's hands and smiled at her fondly.
"There, no harm done." She said cheerfully. Elli nodded weakly, not knowing what to think about all of this. "Come, let's go home." Elli trudged after Elizabeth and the governor, beginning to think that she would rather be hung at the gallows than die and slow, horrible death at Elizabeth's house. Elli wasn't fond of the rich life either and she was sick of wearing these damn dresses and corsets!
Elli then looked down at her pirate mark and wondered why she had it. Usually when we go to worlds, we acquire certain attributes that apply to the world we're in, but she wondered why she was to be a pirate in this world. (It's confusing.)
I was now all alone in the workroom. While Will and I were sword fighting, I accidentally got too close to him and cut his arm with my sword and although he had cleaned the wound, it was still bleeding so he had left to go to his house to find a roll of bandages. And I was left alone in this creepy workroom. It was still early in the afternoon, so the sun lit up parts of the workroom, but there were a lot of dark corners and a lot of beams and pillars for people to hide behind.
I knew I shouldn't be afraid and normally I wouldn't be, but right now I was in a strange, different town, all alone in a workroom and I didn't even know half the people that lived here. That was enough to unnerve me.For a long time I sat on a small wooden crate, studying the workroom and drawing pictures in the sand with my slender fingers. I heard nothing but the utter stillness of the room and the beating of my heart, until the sound of the door opening interrupted the silence. I hopped up off the crate, thinking that it was Will at the door, but to my sheer dismay and slight horror, it was not Will, but a man with dark hair and deep amber eyes.
I immediately grabbed my sword, holding it firmly. You would think I would find reason to be frightened now, but I was not. I felt a confidence in me as I held the sword, knowing I could defend myself and believing that this man could not harm me.
"Who are you? " I asked in a cold, strong voice.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, lass and you are?" He asked in reply. I didn't answer, instead I studied my new opponent. He was fairly tall with deep amber eyes and long dark hair that was twisted into dread locks, strung with a couple odd trinkets and tied back with a bright red bandanna. He wore an off white shirt, a pair of old trousers and worn brown boots. I knew that he did not live in Port Royal, he was too different, too strange for their taste, but I think I admired him for that and I wondered where he came from.
"Are you from the sea?" I asked him. He looked at me for a minute and then nodded.
"Aye, that I am. I'm a pirate, lass. I thought you would've guessed that." He replied.
"No need to be mean-what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I have my reasons, but the main reason I'm here-in your shop is because I need to get these off of me." He showed me his wrists, which were bound together with a metal handcuff. "I doubt you'll be willing to help an outlaw." He looked at me hopefully.
I shook my head. "Sorry, I don't know anything about things like that." I replied.
"Well then." He murmured and carefully pulled out a sword and I raised my own. Jack laughed and beat it aside with such force that it flew out of my hand and fell on the floor about three feet away from me. I went to grab it, but Jack raised his sword above his head and smacked the hilt against my head.
For the second time in the course of two days, I was knocked out cold.
As soon as I was out, Jack rushed over to the anvil and picked up a hammer. He looked over his shoulder, making sure that I wasn't getting up again and then began to break his handcuffs apart.
About five minutes later, Will opened the door to the workshop and found that I was laying on my stomach, out cold on the ground. He rushed over, letting the door slam behind him and knelt down beside me.
"Jordan." He whispered, shaking my shoulder gently. "Jordan." He looked around to see what could've cause me to be knocked out like this, but everything looked the same here. Except for the fact that there was a hat resting on the anvil. Will got up and walked over to the hat, reaching out to touch it when a sword smacked his hand away.
Will turned around and faced the man who was holding the sword. Instantly his whole being changed. His soft brown eyes turned cold and hard and his back stiffened. Anger visibly coursed through him.
"Did you do this to Jordan?" He asked in a dangerously calm voice. Jack looked down at me laying passed out on the floor still.
"What if I did?" He asked in a cocky attitude. Will looked at Jack for a minute carefully, taking in his strange hair and outfit.
"You're the pirate they're hunting aren't you?" He said in reply.
"You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?" Jack replied also looking at Will carefully and completely ignoring his question.
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." Will snapped defiantly.
"Ah, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on you record, so if you'll excuse me." Jack said in mock concern and turned his back to leave. While his back was turned, Will grabbed a sword and Jack turned around at that. A look of amusement shone in his amber eyes and he smiled at Will, revealing a couple gold teeth.
"Do you think it's wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack said in a warning tone. Will kept his sword right where it was.
"You threatened miss Swann and did something to Jordan." He replied.
"I only threatened your dear miss Swann a little and as for the other lass, she'll be fine." Jack assured Will, who didn't answer, but slashed at Jack powerfully. Jack parried quickly and came back with his own counter attack. Will came at Jack just as strong, forcing him back. "Very good." Jack noted as he and Will fought. "But how's your foot work." At this he proceeded to cross step sideways so that now he was closer to the door. He distracted Will, forcing him back a little and then dropping his blade. 'Ta-da." Jack murmured and then turned around, rushing for the door, but Will threw his sword towards the door where it stuck and wavered dangerously close to Jack who grabbed the handle to steady it. He pulled at the end of it, trying to dislodge it from the door, but it was stuck deep. Jack gave up, frustrated and turned back to Will, smiling in a strained way.
"That is a wonderful trick, but once again-you re between me and my way out and now you have no weapon." Jack pointed out and grabbed his sword from his sheath, for it was not his own sword that he had been fighting Will with at first.
Will looked around and grabbed a sword he was working on out of the coals of his furnace. He and Jack presumed fighting and sparks flew off of Will's heated sword as his and Jack's blades clashed together. Jack suddenly swung his free hand forward, causing his handcuff chain to pull Will's sword out of his hands. Will rushed over to the racks of swords and grabbed another two from it.
"Who makes all of these?" Jack wondered out loud as he eyed all the racks.
"I do." Will replied, slashing at Jack, who blocked it. "And I practice with them three hours a day."
"You have a lot of time on your hands." Jack noted. "I thought having a girl around here would kill most of that time...you're not a eunuch are you?"
"I practice three hours a day so when I meet a pirate, I can kill it." Will replied. Jack backed onto a teeter-plank. Will followed him and managed to lodge Jack's blade into a high beam above them. But Jack just knocked him off by kicking up a loose board and smacking Will with it. Jack tried to climb up and free his sword, but he fell down on the teeter-plank as soon as Will stepped on it. Will was thrown onto the high rafter above where he climbed onto one of them and cut a load of barrels, causing them to fall on the teeter-plank and throw Jack into the rafters as well.
They fought up there in the rafters for awhile until Jack tried to escape again by flipping down onto the ground, but Will beat him there. Jack kicked Will's sword out of his hands and grabbed a bag of sand, pouring the contents on him. Will covered his eyes and when he looked up again, he saw Jack laying on the floor, knocked out. Mr. Brown smiled up at Will and to make matters worse, the British guards burst into the workroom, surrounding the unconscious pirate.
"Well..." The Commodore said triumphantly. "This is the day Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away." He commanded his men. They nodded and carried him away. The Commodore thanked Mr. Brown and left. As soon as Mr. Brown passed out again, Will rushed over toe again, for I was waking up.
"Are you alright?" He asked me, helping me up. I looked up at him with a very confused look in my eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked him in a panicked voice.
