Sorry I am taking so long to load up new chapters! My sister messed up our computer and I'm using hers right now to make up this chap. SORRY!!! Here it is though! Mazel Tov!

I went back to the sandy beach and stared out across the horizon. As I watched there was a shape among the waves. It was no shark, it had black shiny skin and a dorsal fin. I gasped, there before me was a pilot whale. It was incredible. Yet, I didn't have any air in my tank, and if the Port Royal villagers saw me in the water, no doubt what they'd call me. So, to avoid temptation, I pulled my burlap sack from the sandy beach and walked back into town.

Deciding that i really needed (and would like), a sword, I looked around for a sword smith. I thought it was a real shame that shops like these aren't like modern day shops, all of them together pretty much equaled one Walmart. Very simplistic, very nice. Chortling at how crazy this would make some people, I kept looking.

When i found what had to be a sword smith, I knocked the door. My breath caught. He had dark brown hair and was extremely handsome. I couldn't believe that I was standing in front of the guy I had a crush on when I was in high school. It felt like one of those kids fairs that you go to and then meet your favourite TV characters. Yet something told me this was the real deal.

He smiled at me. I stood there stunned. After a while He looked at me funny. I would have to. Seeing how my mouth was gaped open. "Sir, are you all right?" I thought to myself 'sir? Oh right, I'm a guy, a guy, gotta remember that.' I almost his my head in frustration.

"Yeah sorry." Grinning, I continued, "It's just I've heard so much about you. Tis fantastic to meet you!" (I always hated how that moldy oldie got all the credit.) He grinned appreciatively at me. Someone had finally given him recognition.

Clapping my hands together, I said, "Well, I am here for a fine sword my good man." This sounded incredibly cheese, but I hoped that he'd buy it. He did and we started to look for a sword. "I'd quite like it to have a red handle. Do you have anything like that?"

He smiled again at me and asked if the wanted to watch a sword being made, from start to finish. I must have been a tough customer. Obviously jumping at the opportunity, we set to work. Five hours later, we finished.

My sword looked radiant and powerful. It was a brilliant Estoc blade, wonderful, even better because I helped make it. A cold steel blade with a red handle, just what I wanted, fantastic, simply fantastic.

I grinned happily at Will. He then gave me a red scabbard and told me to keep them as a gift from him to me, I was stunned. Maybe, just maybe my crush on him was starting to come back.

Thanking him, I turned to leave when he stopped me. "You know, there is something different about you, sir. Everyone else her is so high and mighty, it's good to have down to earth people like you." He looked into my eyes and I looked back, even though I met him only a few hours ago, I knew him more. There was more similarities between us than differences. Deciding that she should truly know who i really am, I untied the bit of leather I had in my hair, it fell about my shoulders.

He gasped. "You are a woman?" Rolling my eyes I told him yes and also that I'd kill him if he let anyone els know. He swore that he wouldn't tell. Thanking him again, I went to leave. "I'll see you soon Will Turner."

He stopped me just as I was leaving. "Wait! There's a pirate on the loose here!"

"Really, where is he?" I said looking around eagerly.

"You really are an odd sort aren't you?

"It's Jack Sparrow isn't it?" I asked ignoring his comment.

"Yeah, how did you know that?

"I just do, come here." I said grabbing Will's arm. I pulled him over to a dark corner and we watched as Jack Sparrow burst into the room. He was trying desperately to free himself of his irons. Then will and I stepped out of the shadows.

"Bloody hell mates!" He screamed.

I ran over to him and slapped my hand over his mouth. "Shh! Do you want to get caught?"

There you are! A new long chapter! Enjoy, gotta go and do educational jazz. My friend Kris wrote the end of this chapter, I really liked it, did you? (sn boscofann) all right gotta git!