Disclaimer: see chapter one

Thanks to: Mintika there is a plan to my madness and thank you for staying you'll still read the story.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Don't kill me!!! Sorry it's so short.

"Good morning," he laughed. "Not that I hate you or anything, but would you mind getting up?

Brigid grinned at her friend, and let the young swordsmith up. He stood, dusting off his jacket and backside. His loose, brown curls had come loose from their tie and hung haphazardly around his face. He looked every inch the son of Bootstrap Bill. Same eyes, same hair, same build, even his ideals were similar. 'Turners and they're damn sense of justice,' she thought wryly.

Will was staring at her in a puzzled fashion, and she realized that she'd blanked out. "I assume you weren't chasing after me so you could fall on me, so what was it you wanted?" he asked.

"Oh shut up Turner. Don't flatter yourself so," she huffed, slapping his arm good-naturedly. "I need to buy some things in town and check on my sword."

"Ahh..." he looked embarrassed. "I haven't exactly..."

"Finished it yet?" She finished. "Well that's fine. I just want to look at it. I'll get my other errands done first, and then stop by the shop. As it is, I was going to walk with you."

"OK," he sighed with hidden laughter. "I guess I'll let you tag along." A wink was all the response her glare received.

"Jackass," she muttered.

She had finished her errands in the quaint, dingy town of Port Royal, and was heading to Brown's smithy, when the alarm went up. Red coats were running every which way in search of some pirate. She shook her head, and continued on.

Her eyes darkened in puzzlement when she found the front entrance barred. Glancing around, she found a convenient pile of boxes. She hurried towards them, stowing her parcels and shoes in a safe place, and climbed onto the first box. Jumping up she grabbed hold of the roof edge, and swung up onto the roof. 'Damn skirts' she snarled to herself as the hem got caught on a nail.

She hurried across the shingled roof, and dropped down at the back door of the smithy. She pulled the door open and stepped inside. Brown was in his usual drunken stupor, but Will, Will was fighting some one. Brigid snuck closer and nearly keeled over.

'Jack...'