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Right And Left

A/N: Thank for the reviews (as usual)

The sun rose slowly in the east setting a glow of pinks and purples across the sky and reflections over the water. Calico stood at the helm hardly ever moving a muscle.

What was Jack thinking? He should have known better than to have started a fight with Robert, He thought. Robert was a full-grown man. Why did he jump him? But Robert did start it and he did stab Jack. Jack doesn't even know how to use a sword…that's it; I have to teach Jack how to fight.

The sun continued to rise and it was mid day before anyone ever caught sight of Jack. He sauntered on deck like nothing ever happened and he walked straight over to Barbossa hit him on the back rather hard I might add and asked for his duties. Barbossa sneered at him.

"Start with swabbing the decks, when you finish that get in the crows nest." He smirked

"Do you really want to be doing that mate, what if I swab the decks, forget to dry a spot you step in it, slip, and die? Now that would be funny. Cause we all know I'm such a BRAT that I would do something like that. Savvy. See ya around." With that Jack gave Barbossa a slight bow and went to the supply cabinet to find a bucket and mop.

Calico quickly handed the helm to Barbossa and followed Jack below deck.

"Jack can I talk to you for a minute" Calico asked as they grew nearer to the supply cabinet.

Jack turned around in surprise he was not aware he was being followed so when Calico spoke to him it caused him to jump.

"See that's exactly what I mean. You're on a pirate ship lad. You need to learn how to take care of yourself, learn when you should and shouldn't get involved with fights and start them for that matter." He gave Jack a crooked smile. "But most importantly something came to my attention yesterday, you need to learn how to fight with a sword, and shoot a gun, and who better to learn from then…" His voice trailed off in embracement. "Bootstrap-Bill or Bill Turner if you prefer."

Jack's Jaw dropped. "You mean I actually get to learn how to fight!" Jack was so excited he didn't know what to do. He would have jumped except for the fact his fresh wound still hurt.

"When do I start?" Jack asked Calico anxiously.

"Well I haven't really even told Bill the plan so you might have to wait one or two days."

Jack's grin faded a bit. "Oh…fine, I understand. Just let me know when he's ready." At this Jack's attention went back to the supply cabinet.

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Several days went by and Jack had not gotten any news. His wound had started to scar over by know and he was beginning to lose hope. Barbossa kept giving him the cold shoulder. But today was the worst. It was extremely hot, extremely humid, and the day seemed to drag on forever.

"Jack do the riggings. Jack swab the decks, bloody hell it's a pirate ship how clean do you expect it to be." Jack mumbled to himself as he walked to the supply cabinet again.

Jack slammed the cabinet door and turned away in disgust. Accidentally he collided with Bootstrap-Bill.

"Havin a bad day son?" Bill asked him. "I came down to tell you to go find a sword and a gun then meet me below deck next to the brig."

Jack didn't know what to say. He dropped the mop and bucket and ran up on deck to find said weapons.

"This is going to take a lot of work. Calico is going to owe me BIG time." Bill grumbled.

Momentarily Jack was down stairs sword and gun in hand and he was talking to Bootstrap-Bill.

"Alright Jack," Bill began "I'm hear as a favor to both you and your father so if you go off and stop listening to me you've blown it, understand?"

"Yea, yea I under stand." Jack said quickly. "Lets get started!"

Jack pulled out his father's sword and started waving it around.

"Jack!" Bill scolded, "That's exactly what I just told you not to do!"

"Sorry," Jack mumbled.

"First things first, how to hold it. But first lets put tips on these swords."

Bill walked over to a pile of rags in the corner, ripped off two pieces and thickly tied it around the tips of both swords then handed Jack his sword back.

"Now where was I?"

"Not very far." Jack answered being rather impatient and swinging the sword again. "All you had said was first things first, how to hold it."

"Oh right, well in order not to repeat myself stop swinging the bloody sword and hold it in your right hand.

"Well, what if I'm left handed?" Jack asked with a smirk.

Bill looked at him oddly. "Are you left handed? If so we are in serious trouble."

"No, I just wanted to know?" Jack commented.

"Jack! Just take the bloody sword in your right hand and hold it strait out in front of you. Bend your arm a bit so that its not stick strait and you have some leverage. Then bend your legs a bit with your right foot in front of your left. Got it?"

"I…Think so…"

Bill looked over at Jack. He stood with the sword in the wrong hand. His arm and legs were straight and neither foot was in front of the other.

Bill groaned. "God help me Calico really does owe me." He mumbled to himself. "Lad do you know the difference between right and left?

Jack putting his head down answered meekly. "No sir I do not."

"Take this." Bill removed a silver ring from his hand and gave it to Jack. "Put this on your right hand and you will know the difference from now on."

Jack stood there looking at the beautiful ring, which was in the shape of a skull.

Bill then took the ring from Jack's hand and placed in on Jack's finger knowing now he had no idea, which was his right of left hand. "Now lets start again." Bill moved away and watched Jack.

"No, No lad you have it all wrong here like this…" And so they practiced for the rest of the day.

A/N: Well at least Jack is improving, please review.