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Orlando's memories are in italics
John couldn't wait to get home and show Orlando what he got.
"Maybe he can use it in the bloody museum he's always talking about building," he muttered to himself.
He stopped for a moment at a stop sign to think about that statement. "When do I ever say 'bloody'?" The cars behind him began to honk so he got on his way back to the old house.
"What in heaven's name do you need a sword for," Keira asked for the thousandth time as they walked into the house.
"I told you, I was drawn to it," he answered. He took it out of its sheath again and waved it around. "When I was thirteen and John was my Big Brother, we decided to take classes together. The only problem was figuring out what kind to take. I still remember the long conversations we would have when we were walking to the place I decided to go to..."
"But why fencing? It's not even that popular anymore," John asked as they walked into a building.
"Well, it's the closest thing in the world today to sword fighting. That is like the coolest thing ever," Orlando had said.
They walked into the area to find two people already hard at work training. Orlando went right up to the receptionist's desk and rang the bell. It turned out that she was the one training the other student.
"Keir, you can go now. Good job."
The student left the room with their mask still on and the woman came over to them.
"How may I help you gentlemen," she asked.
"We'd like to sign up for lessons ma'am," Orlando said.
"Well, let's get you both registered. Names please?"
"Orlando Turner."
"John Sparrow."
The woman looked over at John and looked him up and down. "At least try to sound excited son. So, the two of you want to try your hands at fencing huh," she said.
"Yup," Orlando said right away.
"Well it is an old art that has continued for generations. Come, go to the dressing area with these outfits (she handed them some fencing clothes) and then I'll get started with the basics."
"We were there for hours. Fencing is a little complicated but for some reason I picked it up right away. John had a bit of a hard time with it though so I was glad to be able to do something better than him," Orlando said.
Keira just shrugged her shoulders and went into the kitchen to begin cooking. Being the man he was, Orlando turned on the television.
"And in weather, here's Augustus Hvarson. How's it going to be tonight?"
"Well, if you want to look at the stars, tonight would be the night. Clearest night of the year. Tomorrow will be bright and sunny with a high of 87. Back to you Ed."
Orlando heard keys in the lock and got up before John came in with a strange, long package.
"You won't believe what I got today," they both said at the same time.
Orlando came in with his sword while John took out his own. They both stared at each other for several minutes.
Keira's meal was turning out wonderful. She took a little taste. "Just a pinch of salt."
"Keira!"
She jumped and dropped the spoon she was holding before going to see what the problem was. There stood two grown men with two very dangerous looking swords.
"It's really too bizarre," Orlando said examining John's sword.
"This is a fine piece of craftsmanship that I've ever seen," John said looking over Orlando's.
"Why did you call me," she asked.
They both turned to look at her and they both seemed to have a strange look in their eyes. In fact, the very color of their eyes changed color from the blue in Orlando's and the green in John's had both turned brown before it just disappeared.
"You remember the basics right," Orlando asked.
"Yeah, it wasn't that long ago that you forced me to take those lessons," John said.
"How about right now, before dinner. We can do it outside and have it right out on the beach."
John looked up and smiled. "Okay, but we're not going too far right," he asked.
Orlando had already left the room so he looked to Keira.
"Right," he asked her.
"I make no promises for him. Just try and be careful."
She patted him on the back and went back to her food.
John went out to find Orlando practicing by himself.
"How often do you still practice," he asked stretching and cracking his back.
"Every few days for a couple of hours with a ruler," Orlando said getting ready and putting his sword in front of him.
John smirked and rubbing his own against Orlando's. "Shall we begin?"
The two of them thrust at the same time before parrying as well. Orlando actually slashed twice in front of him.
"You seem to remember well enough. The footwork however...if I step over this way."
John moved to his left and Orlando followed. John tried to stump him by going the other way but Orlando followed straight through. They both had a lot of fun again.
"Come and get me," John said before ducking because Orlando was about to strike.
John went right over to the house so Orlando decided to try a trick he was testing. He remembered from archery in grade school how to get the arrow to hit the target. Making sure that the tip was sharp enough he jettisoned the item right to the house.
John turned his head just in time to see something flying at him. He ducked and held onto his head. Keira came running outside.
"What are doing throwing a sword at another person? It's not the 1800's anymore," she shouted at her boyfriend.
However, he wasn't looking at her, but rather over at the board where his sword was hanging from. He ran over to try and get it out. John stood up and Keira and he watched Orlando struggle to get it out. When he finally pulled it out, a piece of the house came with it.
"My house," John said before getting a really good look at it.
"Wait a minute," he said.
There was a big B right under from the removed board. The three of them looked at each other before continuing to remove as many as they could. More letters appeared before a word was formed, and then another. The three stood back to read what was written.
"Bloody hell," Orlando whispered.
"Black Pearl?" Keira said.
The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say about this development.
Hope you all liked it. I tried my hardest.Okay, here's something fun. I'll tell a joke and you give me the most POTC answer you can come up with.
Question: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Do with it whatever your heart desires. Til next time. Later :-)
