Drinking Tales

Summary – More letter's!

Dear William,

I am not in the Caribbean any more! I am somewhere near Hawaii; of that I am sure of. But I haven't seen hide nor hair of Blackbeard! Just my luck too when I figure out what he wants! Yes, he wants the location of Isle De Morta. Which makes me feel like an idiot! I should have told him that I knew, and that if he wanted the location he had to give up pirating my waves.

Of course, it wouldn't have worked that way; which it hasn't but I have run into his Armada on more than one occasion. I blew thee ships out of the water! It was brilliant! But they weren't too happy and didn't listen to me when I told them that they needed to stop blowing holes in my ship! Honestly, what are they thinking? They could have sunk us!

I'm on my way back, I don' want to spend anymore time in their bloody waters than I honestly need too. Which I don't, since there ain't nothing important here anyway! No treasure, and no rum!

Which reminds me, Anna Maria threw the rum overboard, now I'm almost sober…I don't want to be sober! Oh well, I'll find some in Tortuga! In fact, why don't you join me? It'll be fun! We'll drink, cuss and fight like the scallywags we are! Bootstrap wouldn't even miss it himself! He loved getting me out of trouble!

I'll have to tell you about it sometime! Anyway, I know that the Island's Mist will be coming near, all you have to do is bribe the captain to let you off. Then, you can sail with me for a while and I'll drop you back off at Port Royal after a month or so.

Meet me around October first if you can. I'll wait at the Sulky Dragon.

Cheers Mate, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow

Captain Jack,

Sounds like this Armada is giving you a run for your treasure – which I am not surprised but I do wonder what is really going on. I mean, they haven't attacked Port Royal in months. Before, they attacked every two. It really doesn't make sense, but then again you would know better what they are planning. I'm just a blacksmith…so I wouldn't know much about pirating. But, I'm sure you'd show me!

All right, I shall meet you on October first; it seems as if you do need me!

Cheers, I'll bring the rum, Will

Will happily dropped his letter off at the post office. It would go out as soon as possible and hopefully, Jack would waylay the ship and go through the mail. He did so every month or so, when he could, and since the letter Jack had written was more than six months old; the pirate captain had to be in his own waters at the moment.

At least, will hoped he was; despite the fact the Jack was…a Pirate, was besides the fact. Jack would always be a friend foremost to Will. Jack was also obviously attached to Will and his family and Will couldn't wait to see his friend again. He entered his forge, the fire was going strongly and it was very hot. Will changed from his good clothes and into clothes that he always wore while at the forge.

On the anvil lay a half made sword, of which Will knew would be the very best and most artistic that he would ever make; the age of swords was quickly dying out, but the age would not sink to the depths of Davy Jones Locker without him putting up a bit of a fight for it.

A/N – This fic is strongly getting a bloody plot! I can't believe it!