The couple was so frightened that they were frozen. What could have caused this?

"Well? You better move or he is going to find you!" Gillette reminded them. "You can come with me onto the Dauntless to be taken to another port." Will took a sword from the rack of orders and put it into his belt. Anamaria followed close behind. The 5 of them ran through the town, dodging other villagers and red coats.

As they approached the dock in one piece, they paused to take a breath. As they were taking a quick break, Commodore Norrington swung himself over the balcony of a nearby building, planting himself directly in front of Elizabeth. He had a twisted smile plastered onto his face. Elizabeth had never seen him like this.

"Now Elizabeth, this is the time to regret not keeping your promise to me 12 years ago. If I can't have you, surely a blacksmith can't!" He took out his cutlass. It was the same rusty blade that he threatened Elizabeth with 10 years ago. "All that sorrow and hate has finally escaped. And you are the one that I am going to take it out on!"

The moment Norrington pulled out his cutlass, William had lost thought in everything around him. He remembered seeing the blade and remembered his mother crying for help. He had to do something.

William ran behind his father and grabbed the sword he had taken from the shop out of his belt case. Will was alarmed.

"William! Put that down! You don't know how to handle it!" Will called. But William still charged at Norrington at full blast. Norrington turned around fast enough to block the blade.

"You know, I didn't have THAT much rum to drink today!" William took his blade back and struck low, but Norrington had a lot of experience. He blocked the blast and did the same thing to William. Instead of blocking, William retreated and started running though the town. As he turned around, he noticed that small bits of rust were blowing off the sword as they ran.

Will ran onto the docks, and they started a fight right in front of the Dauntless and all the people boarding. Slowly, William would step back a bit. Norrington kept backing him down the pier until William was an inch from falling in.

"You forget your place Turner. It's in Davy Jones's Locker." Norrington stepped back and charged at William with his rusted sword swinging and chopping the air. Elizabeth who was standing on the Dauntless's deck watched in fear. At the last possible second, William jumped backward into the water, with Norrington following. The water was freezing cold and William only had light clothes on. That kept him from sinking quickly.

Norrington's heavy coat got heavier from the water. All of the metal on his body, belt and boot buckles, his sword and everything else started to pull him down. William got onto the dock to realize that Norrington was drowning. He looked at his parents and then at the drowning commodore. After a few seconds of thought. He dove back into the freezing sea.

Below the surface, William swam to the commodore. Norrington's cheeks were inflated with air. William swan to him and when Norrington touched the bottom, he had closed his eyes and fallen limp. William was starting to run out of air too. He unbuckled the belt strap that was closing his jacket. When he undid the belt, it slipped off into the water. His hat had also fallen off and floated to the surface. William put his arm around Norrington's waist. He struggled to carry the full grown man to the surface. As his air supply was running low, his vision started to go. But he could see his mother's head peaking over the dock. As his wet head was exposed to the air, he gasped for oxygen. Gillette grabbed onto Norrington under his arms. William, who was extremely dizzy from the long period without air, used his mother's aid to get himself onto the dock.

Gillette laid him down flat on the dock.

"He's not breathing!"

Elizabeth said, "Well he's not wearing a corset, so I can't really help him there." She felt a little scared, but yet, she still had a spot in her hear that hated him.

"Move." William pushed Gillette aside and pushed on Norrington's stomach a number of times before he started coughing up water. After getting a chance to breath, he sat up. Elizabeth held William tightly.

"You, saved me?" he asked William. "A blacksmith actually did something for me?"

"No," William told him. "A 10 year old, pirate-to-be just risked his life for the protection of someone they admire. When William said that, Elizabeth remembered the day Jack saved her, and even though they had never met, he still jumped in to save her, for Norrington.

Gillette allowed them to go back to their home. On the way back, Will looked at his son in amazement.

"I am very proud of you. You handled a sword wonderfully, and you risked your life for someone who wanted to kill you. That is the personality of a true pirate. The personality of Jack Sparrow." William smiled and moved a bit to the side of the road. Elizabeth moved closer.

"Will, when we get back home, I am really going to reveal the truth to you, even after a very trying day."