Thanks for the reviews people. I'm really liking how the fan base is forming. To respond to Obi-Quiet, I will admit that description isn't my strongest point, but I'm thinking you and I see 17th century (not 18th century, as you were saying) Spain differntly. I'm kinda thinking while I'm watching "Zorro", you're watching something like "The Patriot" or "Sleepy Hollow" or something. I know that they're all set in different eras, but that's how I see it. One thing I noticed was I never gave this town a name, and as of now, I don't think it will be named. Now let's get to reading. Oh, wait:

Disclaimer: I don't own either "Danny Phantom" or "Pirates of the Carabbean". Most of the characters you see are either property of Nickelodeon or Disney. Some others are my own.

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The Spirit of the Ship

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Chapter 3: The Sparrow Flies at Night

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Evening had set itself upon the Spanish port town. All homes had their candles out and children tucked in bed. The abandoned watermill had some differences, though. While Danny, in his human form, was sleeping soundly, Adriana had remained awake. She was writing in a diary she had always kept with her by candlelight. This explains the reason she had stolen ink earlier. Inside, she wrote (and it will be translated to English just to spare time):

"Dear Diary,

I was almost caught by the Spanish guards today. I ran into a ghost named Danny, who was the reason I was almost caught and how I escaped. It was rather funny, because before I stole the ink from the parchment vender, he said something about a ghost coming to Spain again. He must be the one he was talking about. It's funny. I've robbed him for months, yet he's started speaking of it just a few days ago. I thought he had gone insane, but now it seems Spain might attract more spirits like Danny. I only hope that if they do, they're as kind as Danny is.

Adriana."

After finishing addressing the diary, Adriana blew out the candle and laid herself to bed.

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All homes were sleeping. The shops of the marketplace were all closed. There was still activity, however, on the port. A small ship arrived, with a single passenger leaping off and tying a rope around a post to keep the boat secure. The figure, a male, lit a candle, rather than how one would use a torch, so he would not shed as much light. The light of the candle showed the man's face to have long, dark, dreadlocked hair tied back in a red bandana under a brown hat and a goatee tied as a two-pronged fork. It was clear that he was a pirate. He looked around to see if anyone was on the streets to rat him out. After assuring the coast was clear, he sneaked down the street to do what he had to do.

A closed indoor antique shop had an unwanted visitor. The pirate had entered the shop by picking the lock with his sword. He looked around to find anything valuble before pulling a sack out of his long coat. He had grabbed everything he had his eyes on especially: a large, golden plate, a small, silver tiger statue, an aged vase... well, he couldn't get the vase in his sack, for at the same time, another hand grabbed onto it. He looked up to see a young, Spanish man with a black ponytail and a vest with no shirt.

"Excúseme," the Spaniard started, "yo tenía esto primero."

"If that were to mean you were here first," the Pirate said, "I'd have to say you were wrong."

"Oh, an English speaker," the Spaniard said. "And I feel I heard of you before. The pronged beard, the tacky hat..." He then sniffed the air around him. "The scent of rum. You must be Jack Sparrow."

"Captain Jack Sparrow," the Pirate corrected.

"The title I respect," the Spaniard said, "It's you I don't. Some call you the greatest pirate who ever lived. From the stories I heard, you're just a lucky one." At the end of that sentence, he drew out a sword and threw down a stance, crouching foward with his sword pointed downward. "I am Gustavo, and I will be the last name you'll remember."

"Well I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack said, drawing his sword holding a basic stance, "and I'm the last man you'll ever meet."

Jack took the offense first, with Gustavo guarding all of his attacks. Jack could tell that his opponent's defencive awareness was beyond great after the first five strikes. "Excellent defence," Jack commented. "Now let me see your offence. Strike me."

Gustavo hesitated in confusion before quickly throwing strikes, all of which blocked and countered by Jack. "That's the thing with your stance, mate," Jack went on. "You can't attack as good if your sword's point is at your toes."

"I don't need advice on how to fight," Gustavo said to Jack, quickly lunging at him. They continued their battle until...

"¿Quién está abajo allí?" The shop manager awoken. Jack and Gustavo paused suddenly when they heard the voice and the creaky floorboards from the room above. The stout owner was rubbing his eyes coming down when he saw the two duelists. He came to to realize they very much were two duelists.

"¡Solados!" the owner frightenedly yelled, running out the front door. "¡Bandidos!" Before the swordsmen could know, he was gone, still yelling about an emergency.

"Well," Jack said, "that was interesting." Gustavo took advantage of Jack's amusement to thrust at him again, which Jack had dodged narrowly. It was hit-and-miss to where Gustavo was standing by the front doorway. Jack thrusted, but his sword got stuck when Gustavo's quick thinking got him to dodge and shut the door, using it like a shield. Gustavo rolled past Jack to give him a lunge of his own, to where Jack opened the door, making Gustavo miss completely and lost some of his balance, which gave Jack enough time to retrieve his jammed sword and continue the battle on the streets.

Jack and Gustavo locked swords up, then exchanged blows back to where they were locked up again, in swords and in brown-eyed stares. Jack pushed Gustavo with his boot to get more space. Jack then charged at his opponent with a running swing. Gustavo managed to jump out of the way with a hand spring. Gustavo landed on one knee and retaliated by slicing at Jack's ankles. Jack jumped to avoid becoming two feet short.

Jack found just swordplay was getting him nowhere. Instead, he reached for whatever was in the stand next to him without looking. He showed his opponent what he had planed to attack him with. ...A bundle of bananas? Bewildered, Jack looked at just where he grabbed into. Of all the stands he could be next to, it had to be the fruit stand. Gustavo looked as confused as Jack, then went on to slice the bananas from five to four, then to three, then to two, then to one. Running out of options, Jack put both his hands at the end of his yellow fruit and launched it like a cannon out of its peel, creaming Gustavo square in the face and blinding him. Jack took this oppertunity to attack him, as Gustavo was using almost a sixth sense to avoid Jack's strikes. Gustavo regained his sight and continued to battle with Captain Jack.

"It appears we may have to fight through day break to end this," Gustavo commented.

"I was thinking longer than that," Jack said back.

"¡No se mueva!" a voice commanded. Jack and Gustavo looked in the direction where the voice came to see three soldiers pointing their rifles at them. "¡Coloque sus armas!"

"Intentaba solamente parar a este hombre de robar," Gustavo said to the guards.

"He was here first," Jack said, even though the guards wouldn't understand him anyway.

"¡Ahora coloque sus armas!" the guard yelled, to which Gustavo reacted immediately by dropping his sword. Jack lokked at him and did the same, mostly out of not knowing what the guards wanted. The guards moved foward to sieze the two supposed theives.

"You know," Jack said to Gustavo, "it was just a stupid vase, anyway."

"Oh, shut up," Gustavo responded.

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Well, that's the chapter. Hold your questions, I have a feeling what they are. Most of those questions will be answered on the next chapter. Now review away.