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Lip Balm
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"Left, forward? Forward, left, backwards...blast it," Jack Sparrow muttered to himself, still completely lost and clueless. He turned a swift corner, expression brightening when he made out the familiar Smithery in the distance. "Finally." It had taken him an hour or so to even catch sight of the rather small street; he never knew Port Royale to be such a complicated place.
Jack opened the door, hearing the hinges squeak as it shut behind him. Stepping into the dusty room, he noted with a grin towards the see-saw type contraption at his left, and an anxious looking donkey at his right, the same familiar items of remembrance. And where was his meal? He spotted young William Turner near the fireplace, his face covered in soot and expression engrossed in striking one of his famous swords with great clangs.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!" Will cried out, when he heard the door slam. He dropped his tools quickly and poked the fire twice, watching the flames writhe in the hearth. "It's nice to see you again."
"Likewise," Jack said, sitting himself down on a stool and leaning against the wall. He glanced over to Will, who was looking expectantly towards the door, quirking an eyebrow.
Jack stated, "The crew's in Tortuga, replenishin' on vittles and the sort. I'm here by me onesies." He paused before continuing. "Speakin' o' vittles, ye don't happen to have a bit o' sup lyin' around, do yeh?"
"Whatever happened to the pirates code?"
"Well, I didn't fall behind…I chose ter be left behind, and then retrieved at a later time. They're more of guid--"
"Jack Sparrow!" interrupted voice from behind him. Jack turned around and was greeted warmly by Elizabeth Swann Turner, who was looking quite shocked towards his random appearance, but glad nonetheless. "How have you been, Captain?"
"Splendid," Jack said abruptly, tired of waiting for a decent meal. "And Will, ye said about the grub?"
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"And I ended up winnin' and I stole 'er chicken," Jack finished, picking up his spoon for another sloppy sip of the broth. He swallowed noisily, receiving disapproving looks from Elizabeth, who sipped carefully at her own food, spooning up small quantities. "She was a strange one too, the lass. 'er slap was sharper than any other gel I've met.." He paused before murmuring, "A lotta men too."
"And her name?" Elizabeth asked, pushing away her own soup bowl from the edge of the table.
"Henny…Henray," Jack said slowly, before ripping off a piece of bread with his teeth and chewing, mouth gaping. "Henriette, or something."
"Henry, you mean. She lives in the little cottage with those chickens," Elizabeth said with a small smile. "Great with a sword, almost as good as Will. I've seen her around the market place before."
"Aye, those damned fluff-birds…" Jack said. He raised his eyebrows, wondering something. "'Ow do you know her?"
"She comes into the Black Smithery to get the chips in her sword fixed," Will said with a quick nod, dabbing at the end of his mouth with a napkin. "She's purchased quite a bit of my own swords, also."
"Interestin'," Jack muttered, before pushing his chair back and rising from his seat. "Now, it's time for me to head off the inn…ye don' think that the innkeeper will recognize me as a pirate, do ye?" Jack took off his hat, exposing a grimy red sash, a number of glass beads and a pair of now well expose kohl traced eyes.
"I think you'd better spend the night here."
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Early morning sunlight seeped through the small windows in the Black Smithery, as Jack wandered around the room for the third time, admiring swords and then finally sitting down on a stool. Did Elizabeth and Will sleep this late all the time? Perhaps they are both worn out from some late night exercises…
"Up so early?" said a weary voice from behind him. Jack turned around slowly, to see Will standing at the doorway, still looking tired. "Are you waiting for the Pearl?"
"That I am," Jack responded, peering out of a window. "O'course someone'll have to escort me to the dock. Can't have an uncivilized pirate just walkin' around in Port Royale by his lonesome, can we?"
Jack got up from his stool, before pointing towards the door. "And by the dawn's break, comes yer first customer."
As if on cue, the Smithery door swung open, creaking as it shut and blocked off the streaming sunlight. Henry entered into the building, wearing a pair of gray breeches, an off-white shirt and a rather large, leathery hat. Whether the shirt was originally off-white or had been tinged slightly yellow from something, was up to no one's decision.
"Mr. Turner, my sword has been chipped yet again…"
"G'mornin, Henry," Jack responded cheerfully, opening his arms wide and putting on a lopsided smile. He unsheathed his own sword, lifting it up into the light and examining it at an angle. "Now whatever did ye do to get yer own sword chipped?"
"Crossed blades with a clumsy pirate that struck my sword at a twist," Henry muttered. A surprised expression dwelled on her face for a bit, and then subsided to a dull, bored look. Unsheathing her own sword, she pointing towards a small nick on the side.
"Ye've got a terrible sword," Jack replied, frowning.
"He made it," Henry said frankly, pointing the tip of his sword towards Will's direction, who gave an annoyed look.
"Ah."
"William Turner a companion of yours?"
"Ye could say that…"
"And your ship, is she here yet, Captain?" Henry asked quickly, handing her sword to Will, who immediately set off to work.
"Now, stickin' yer nose in places not wanted, eh?"
"Curiosity, is all," Henry snapped quickly, before settling herself down on a stool and petting the back of the tired looking mule affectionately. "Now, the name of your ship?"
"The Black Pearl, lass," Jack said, almost in awe. "The fastest ship in the Car-"
"The Black Pearl?" Henry laughed loudly, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "I would expect the Captain of that legendary, infamous ship to be a clever, cunning man…not the likes of oafish you."
"I'm sorry ye feel that way, lassie," Jack replied in a strained voice. "But we set sail today, and ye won't have ter see the likes of me oafish self again."
"You're not really going to expect me to believe you, are you?" Henry asked.
"No, no," Will said in a far corner, cutting off Jack's snide remark and lifting up Henry's sword and examining it carefully. "He really is the captain of the Black Pearl." He chuckled before continuing, still holding up the blade in the dim light and speaking with a light, joking tone. "I know it's hard to believe, but he is actually a great captain,"
"Really?" Henry said in a somewhat reluctance; still not bothering to hide the amused tone in her voice.
"Really," Jack replied, feeling his temper flare up inside of him. Straining all of this, he replied in the calmest tone possible. "Bloody, really!"
"Damn."
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I'm sorry for not putting anything exciting in this chapter.
I'm also sorry for the delay. This was a hard chapter to put together, and I have no idea why. I guess it's always a bit difficult in the beginning, because whatever you put in the beginning affects what's in the end. I'm a bit afraid of what you think…
This weeks product: An Electricity powered Jack Doll, you push the lever on the back and it dances around a plastic fire singing the song. Review, and one will be flying your way. Delivered by Jack Sparrow himself, still wearing one of those dresses. [Innocent look] I don't know, the zipper gets stuck a lot.
Jack: JO…I NEED 'ELP WIT' THEE ZIPPER 'GAIN.
Jo: My fingers aren't feelin' to well, I think I'll let a big, brawny pirate captain such as yourself work this one out.
Jack: [Strikes pose] Aye, aye! Cap'n Jack can do it!
[Laughs and points to the purple button suggestively] Go ahead, flame me. I had a hard time writin' this chapter. :P
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