Hello fellow authors! I'm hyper today! Hehehe. You readers are lucky. I haven't had a single case of writers block on this story! It's so wonderful! (oh sh I'm changing the subject again!) Everyone except for Fire of Darkness can go ahead. I have a message for my new friend. Fire of darkness: Please read this Hi! Is it okay if I call you my friend? You seem like a nice person and I'm sure you are. Don't worry about apologizing. I take a lot of things seriously and I tend to hold grudges. Just do you know, I did laugh at your review! It was cool! So... you're british? Really? I have a friend that's British! Her name's Hannah Lafayette Brooks. Maybe you know her, maybe you don't. She's nice and funny, like you! Just so you know, the book that I have of Pirates of the Caribbean came with the DVD that we got for Christmas, but it's the junior novelization, so it's not as good as the real book or the movie. So many lines are left out, not to mention scenes! We need to keep in touch somehow... I just changed the subject again! Damn... Sorry for the holdup. You may read your chapter!

Chapter 3: What pairings?! Yoyo dashed into the room. He knew where he was now. He was in the blacksmith's shop where he would eventually fight Will. He smirked at the thought of fighting some 18-year-old pretty-boy blacksmith from England as he walked over to the anvil. Yoyo looked over at an old man with a bottle of rum in his hand snoring heavily. "The stupid drunkard." He growled as he crept over to the man. Yoyo tapped the man on the chest. The man burped slightly, but he didn't wake up. "WHOA!!!" Jack yelled in the man's ear, but he didn't budge. Yoyo shrugged, grabbed a hammer and walked over to the anvil. He laid the chain down on the anvil and beat on it with his free hand. After several tries, the chain broke. Yoyo picked the lock on the first manacle until it came off. He started to pick the second one when the door slid open. The smirk that he once wore on his face was covered by a look of utter shock. "Beat...?" Yoyo gawked at the teenager that now stood at the door with the same expression as him. "Yoyo?" Beat stared at the green haired boy wearing the strange 17th century outfit. "Nice costume." He commented with a smirk on his face. "Well not so bad yourself, Will." Yoyo sneered back. "The pairings are unfortunate too." "Would you just- what pairings?" Beat looked at Yoyo suspiciously. "Oh... it's nothing." Yoyo turned around so that his back was facing Beat. He then turned his head. "You would know if you read the book." Beat looked around quickly and snatched a sword from the wall. He held it up at Yoyo. "Tell me." "Do you think this wise, boy?" Yoyo said with a smirk. "Crossing blades with a pirate?" Beat burst out in laughter. "You... a pirate?" Yoyo remained unfazed. "I am in this book." He replied as he pulled out his sword. Beat and Yoyo started to cut at each other with the swords. "You know what you're doing, I'll give you that..." Yoyo grinned slightly, "but how's your footwork? First I step here..." The two teens circled around each other, swords clashing together, "... then I step again." When the door was at Yoyo 's back he turned and made a run for it. Beat took his sword and threw it at the door, pinning the latch down and leaving Yoyo trapped. Yoyo pulled at the sword, but it wouldn't budge. He turned to Beat once again. "How'd you do that?" Yoyo asked as he walked back down. "That?" Beat looked over at the latch where the sword stuck out of the wood. "I dunno... Luck, I guess." He shrugged it off. "I was aiming for you."

"That's funny." He growled sarcastically. "But that was amazing. That actually happened in the book." "Whatever..." "Well, that was a very neat trick, but once again, you are between me and my way out." Yoyo said as he eyed the back door. "And now, you have no weapon." Yoyo 's grin was wiped off his face as Beat pulled a heated sword from the furnace. The two parried once again. "Why are you here?" Beat asked irritably. "It says in the book that I come here, so just shut up and start fighting." Yoyo replied quickly as he dodged another swing from the burning sword. Beat finally dropped the glowing blade and snatched another sword from the wall. "Who makes all these?" Beat asked as they fought. "Hey! Wait!" Yoyo pulled back. "First of all, that's my line. Second, you do, and you practice with them three hours a day. Thirdly, you need to find yourself a girl, mate." "What's that got to do with anything?" Beat asked furiously. "That's my line." He replied with an evil grin. "Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is because you have found a girl and you are incapable of wooing such a woman. Yoyo looked at Beat in disgust. "You're not a eunuch (pronounced unic), are you?" Beat swung his sword as hard as he could, but Yoyo dodged it easily. He laughed lightly. "I'm just kidding, ma n!" "Just tell me what the pairings are!" Beat snapped. "Look..." Yoyo let his sword hang at his side. "Right now, I'm being chased by a bunch of guards sent by Elizabeth's fiancé." Beat looked at Yoyo quizzically. "Elizabeth... that name rings a bell..." "Rhyth?" Yeah that's it- RHYTH HAS A FIANCE?!" Beat was left in a state of shock. "Yeah... Are you jealous or something?" Yoyo sneered. "Hell no!" Beat yelled. "It's just weird that a 15-year-old girl would be engaged already. It's kinda creepy." "Oh don't worry. She doesn't even like him. She's actually going to end up with-" Yoyo was stopped by a glass bottle that was rammed into the back of his head. He fell face first onto the floor. The old drunkard, Mr. Brown stood with the remains of his bottle of ale in his hand. Just then, the door burst open and the commodore along with several guards entered the blacksmiths shop and surrounded the unconscious teenager. "Good work, Mr. Brown." The commodore said lightly. "You have just helped in the capture of a dangerous fugitive. "Just doing my civic duties, sir." He said lazily. He was obviously still drunk. "Well men, I believe you will remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped." "With that, the guards lifted the lifeless body and carried it out of the shop, leaving Beat to fume over the karma.

Yoyo opened his eyes. He found himself resting on the floor of a prison cell. He had been caught. He growled to himself for not remembering the drunkard. If he weren't rescued by Beat, he would surely die.

Rhyth sat in her cozy bed trying to shake out the strange day. She brushed strands of blue hair out of her eyes and smiled. She couldn't stop thinking about Beat. He looked good in his 17th century clothing. Rhyth blushed at the thought of him. "Oh my god... I'm starting to get feelings for him just like Elizabeth did with Will!' Rhyth snatched her pillow and covered her face with it. "Why me?"

"Here boy." "Here's a nice juicy bone." "Come on!" Several pirates in the cell next to Yoyo had been begging a dog holding the keys for hours to come closer. He was starting to get irritated. "If you keep calling it, it's never going to come." He growled, not making eye contact with any of the pirates. "Well, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." One of them snapped. Then they heard it... the familiar sound of cannons. "I know those guns!" Yoyo jumped up and looked out the window. "It's the pearl...!"

There you have it! I think it's the shortest chapter yet. I never expected for my fic to be this popular! Thanks all of you! I'm working as hard as I can on the fourth chappy so I can update it and you can be happy, but it takes so long... and I have homework... ah what the heck? Who cares about homework? The next chappy is coming. This is going to be a very long story...