YES, YOUR WISH HAS FINALLY BEEN GRANTED! HERE HE IS; THE LONG AWAITED CAPTIAN JACK SPARROW!

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The next morning, Will took Kate aside and told her that perhaps he was a bit harsh the night before and was willing to consider letting her come to the black-smithing lessons if she was willing to re-take her lessons.

Knowing now that it didn't matter whether she attended the lessons or not, Kate replied, "I told you already, Daddy. The day those lessons will be repeated is the day-"

"I heard you the first time, young lady. There's no need to repeat that language.", said Will, "But the offer will remain on the table."

"There's no use keeping food on the table when nobody wants to eat it.", said Kate.

"Or when there are little girls willing to throw it.", retorted Will, with a hit of a smile.

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That night, Kate retrieved Anthony's clothes and the rope from her mattresses and repeated her process from the night before.

Once she dropped to the steps, she began running down the cobblestone walkway, towards her father's shop. But, little did she know, there was another heading for Will's shop that night.

That same night, unknown to the sleeping townsfolk, a familiar ship floated silently into the harbor. Her sails were torn and black. Her hull full of holes from cannon fire. Aboard the vessel was, if a bit mad, a loyal crew. And at the helm, was Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Jack", cried Mr. Gibbs, "We're ready to cast you off, sir."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Gibbs, how many times must I tell you? It's CAPTAIN Jack! Of all people, I'd expect my first mate to remember."

Mr. Gibbs rolled his eyes. Jack was still very touchy about the whole 'Captain' thing. It was beginning to get rather annoying. But he grinned anyway and answered, "Aye, Captain. As I said, we're ready to cast you off to shore."

"Very good.", said Jack.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Captain? It is Port Royal. You're a wanted man here."

"Am I?", said Jack, "Well, can't be expected to remember all of them; must be countless thousands by now, at least. And you are forgetting one very important thing at that, my friend…I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! And besides, Will and Elizabeth must think I'm dead by now! God knows, I owe them a visit after 12 years. Yes, I am looking forward to seeing them again."

Jack stopped for a moment, leaned in a bit closer and whispered, "Um, don't let it get out that I said that, if you don't mind. Reputation, you know. Especially with Mr. Cotton's parrot on board, bloody blabbermouth that one. Anyway, keep the crew I shape while I'm gone. And keep a close watch on Anna-Maria; I've been suspecting she's been planning to break into my rum cabinet in my absence. I'll look for you three weeks hence."

Mr. Gibbs looked confused. Jack sighed; this man's constant state of ignorance will most definitely be his downfall. "Three weeks from now.", he clarified.

"Aye Captain", said Gibbs

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Jack rowed silently to the beach of Port Royal. He pulled his dingy onto shore and turned it over next to a row of others.

Then he started on his way down the street to Will's shop. When he got close to it, he saw a dim light coming from inside. Jack grinned. He had planned to surprise Will the next morning by hiding behind the statue next to the door, but this was to good an opportunity to pass up. And Jack Sparrow knew plenty about opportunity. Though he did wonder why Will working so late.

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Out of breath and her feet sore from running, Kate pushed the door of the blacksmith shop open. Taking a minute to catch her breath, she sat down in Mr. Brown's chair. After a few seconds, she set to work. She got the matches of a shelf and lit the coals. Over the however many nights it would take, Kate planned on making a sword. Double folded steel blade, and a handle set with gold. Fit for a Commodore, it would be. A sword so grand would surly be enough to convince her father that blacksmithing was the only thing for her.

But, just as she was about to start heating her first piece of steel, Kate heard a rough man's voice coming from the window behind her………

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