a/n: Thank you, I feel so special that all of you reviewed my story. (can you sense the sarcams in my voice?) But truly, thank you to the one person who actually reviewed my story. Love you very much here!

Disclaimer: okay, this is the first disclaimer I make, but I guess that I have to say some important things. First, I do not own anything from POTC. I do not own Port Royal, the blacksmith's shop, Mr. Brown, or Will (You can have him.) Also, I unfortunately do not own Jack Sparrow or his hotness, for if I did own Jack SParrow and his hotness, I wouldn't be writting about him. I only own Emma Whibley, and the name of the guy in the store, even though he is not very relevant to the plot of the story.

Chapter 2

At the door stood a man, and it was definitelynot her good friend Will. On the contrary, this man looked very different. His dark hair, dreaded and braided, housed several trinkets and beads, and a weather-beaten hat lay upon it. Dark pants tucked into a pair of boots, as well as a billowy cream-colored shirt, clothed him, and a sash wrapped about his waist was tied to the side, while his brown coat draped over his body. All suggested that he was a seafaring man. The man's skin was well tanned – evidently from being well exposed to the sun – but what struck Emma most were this stranger's dark brown eyes, outlined in kohl. Stranger, I say, though he seemed familiar to her. Where she had seen him? She could only guess. Shaking it off mentally, she supposed he was one of Will's lesser known clients, and therefore did what she would upon any other occasion – help. Politely as she could, Emma tried to make up for her rudeness earlier, though Will was going to have hell to pay. "Oh! I am terribly sorry. May I help you?" "Yes, I'm looking for William Turner," the man said pointedly. Should have guessed. "Well, unfortunately, he is not in right now; I am waiting for him myself..." Emma explained with irritation at the thought of Will. Putting a thoughtful finger to his chin, the man finally spoke. "Well then, I guess I'll wait here for him, seein' as the company's good and all."

A smirk played across his face, as he surveyed the girl before him from head to toe. Her straight light-brown hair was let down, unlike the other women of this era, and long, soft curls spiraled as her locks reached her waist, complementing her hazel eyes. The off-white dress she wore was simple – hugging her torso to her hips, where it flowed lightly to the floor – but showed, nevertheless, how well endowed she was. Curvaceous was a good description of her, and he wouldn't be surprised if she had never worn a corset in her life, though her hips, waist and buttocks were not the only things that he found well endowed about her. Bringing his eyes to face level with hers once more, his grin turned into a laugh at her blushed face.

Emma had secretly been looking him over – he was very attractive ­– while the man checked her out, and thought she had been caught, making her turn red as the stranger laughed it off. "So, what's your name, m'lady?" "Sorry…my name is Emma Whibley." Emma smiled, trying to suppress a laugh. "That's a beautiful name, love – a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." As she looked into this man's eyes, ingesting his words spoken in all seriousness, Emma felt lost for a few seconds. No one had ever said anything to her like that before, except for – That was in the past, she reminded herself. Barely stuttering, Emma inquired, "W-what may I ask is your name? I do not recall seeing you around Port Royal before." Hesitating, he decided upon the truth – a big step for him. "Alright, but promise not to tell? The name's Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." He announced confidently, before laughing at the agape expression on your face.

"So you've heard of me, eh?"

"Oh, very much so. Will talks about you all the time."

"Speaking of which, if I would've known you were here last time, I would've had that eunuch show you to me earlier."

Confused, Emma frowned at the image of a homosexual William Turner. "I'm guessin' that dear William left some details out, right?"

"Ahh…yes, and that one as well." Will stood pointing at a hammer in a store not to far from the smithy he worked at. "Right, here ye are, Will. That'll be two shillings." Paying the just amount, William Turner struggled to mount the hammer to the additional bulk he was carrying in his arms. "Here le'me help you with that." With his purchase set atop correctly, Will headed towards the exit. "Thank you, Mr. Badesly. Good day."

A/n: Well, there is chapter two. I hope it was good. If you liked it, I'd sure like to hear about it! And if you did not, your suggestions are welcomed!