IMPORTANT!! TANOSHII-GARU HAS CHANGED HER NAME TO TWILIGHT POET!!!

Twilight Poet: Ok, I confess. I wasn't actually going to continue this story... but! You'll all be happy to know that a good friend has badgered me into starting it again! Thanks Aleana! (hope that's right o-o)

Disclaimer: Yar har me harties! All dis 'ere golden writing belong to da scally wags dat took da time to write it! Not this here wench, Twilight Poet!

Twilight Poet: T-T I think it's time a got a new disclaimer...

Disclaimer: ...woot

Chapter 5 – Ignorance is Bliss

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Jack and Gin ran through the streets, over walls and between alleys.

"Too…much…running!" puffed Gin. "PLEASE can we rest?"

"Rest equals capture lass," Jack hissed.

"How about we hide than?"

Jack looked at her and sighed. Grabbing her arm he pulled the both into the nearest building.

"Hey! A blacksmith!" cried Gin, "we can get ri- mrfpm!"

She was cut off as Jack covered her mouth. Frowning he pointed to a man snoring on a chair. He was obviously drunk.

Gin, who lived by her nose, gasped as tears leek from her eyes, this guy reeked!!

Jack shook his head and crept closer. Taking a deep breath he tapped the man hard and backed off. Nothing happened.

"Whoa!" he yelled. Still no reaction.

Grinning in relief he turned to Gin, "Are you insane?! Yelling like that! What kind of pirate are you?"

Gin frowned, "Well I AM missing my memory! Cut me some slack!"

Still grinning, Jack began to hammer at the links on his shackles. Gin rolled her eyes as she watched Jack get more and more frustrated with it.

"...stupid...what...pirate...do...argh!" she grumbled, "Stuff him! Now where's that big spinning thingy?"

Spotting it, she wrapped the links around one of the cogs.

"Oh NOW I remember I need the bloody thing to move!" Gin growled to herself, as she tried to free the shackles. She was stuck.

Sighing she whistle to Jack. "Yo! Bandana boy! Over here!"

Jack looked up and caught onto the idea. Picking up a burning tool, he spurred the donkey before dropping it and wrapping his own links around. Gin's broke and she dropped to the ground.

"Did you really have to hurt the donkey?" she groaned, trying to catch the poor beast.

Suddenly the door began to open. Wide-eyed, the pirates ran for cover.

Shutting the door, Will ran over to the donkey and stroked its muzzle. Taking off his coat he looked over at the drunk.

"Right where I left you," he grinned. Frowning, he spotted the hammer, "Not where I left you..." he reached for Jack's hat, "...and you?"

A hard sword slammed into his hand. Steeping back, Will looked at the pirate, his sword pointed at Will's chest.

"You're the one they're hunting!" cried Will, "The Pirates!"

"You make that sound like a bad thing!" Gin smirked. Playing the part, her face changed to confusion. "Don't I know you?"

Jack looked at her, "Love, you don't know anything at this moment." He looked back at Will, "But he does look somewhat familiar, have a threatened you before?"

Will scowled, "I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."

Jack put away his sword, "than it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record! So if you'll excuse us." He and Gin turned to leave when the unmistakable sound of a sword being draw echoed through the smithy. Jack froze.

"Come on!" Gin hissed, "we can still get out!"

Jack looked at her, patted her cheek and turned, drawing his sword.

"Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me?" Gin groaned.

The guys ignored her, their eyes locked for combat.

"Do you think this wise boy?" Jack taunted, "crossing blades with a pirate."

"You threatened Miss Swan and her sister!" Will growled.

"Only a little," Jack smirked, sliding his sword across Will's.

(A/N: Gak! All you sick people get your minds out of the gutter!)

"Oh please," Gin sighed, leaning on a wall to watch the show.

They parried, swords clashing together loudly as Gin wondered why no one outside could hear.

"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that," Jack murmured, lunging with his sword. "Excellent form," he added as Will blocked him. "But how's your footwork? If I step here?" he steeped and Will followed, "Very good... now I step again." He stepped around until his back was to the door. "Ta!" he cried, making a break for it.

Will leant back and threw his sword. It landed with a thud in the door, inches from Jack's face. Jack tried to pull it out but it was stuck tight.

"That is a wonderful trick..." Jack growled, glaring at Will, "except, once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon."

Gin smirked at Jack's expression as Will pulled the burning sword from the fire. The Donkey however whined and tried to run, causing all the gears to spin. As Jack and Will fought, Gin ran about, dodging the swords that seemed to spin out of nowhere.

"Who makes all these?" She screeched, as one flew inches from her face.

"I do!" Will puffed, "And I practice with them... three hours a day!"

Jack looked at him in pity, "You need to find yourself a girl, mate!"

"Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet?" Gin interrupted, sniggering as the image of Sarah dressed as a big round crumpet.

"You're not a eunuch, are you?" asked Jack, looking down.

Will frowned, "I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"

He lunged at Jack who jumped backwards onto a cart, Will followed. As he did, they cart rolled off it's supports and began to sway.

As the men struggled to stay balanced, Will hooked a knife in the irons hanging from Jack's left wrist and threw it up so it was embedded in the beam above. Will looked smug as Jack struggled to free himself.

"Gin!" he cried.

"Right!" she yelled, "To the rescue!"

Running up, she hit the boards on the cart as hard as she could. With a cry of shock, Will flew backwards off the cart. Gin laughed, she had been dieing to do that for a long time!

Jack used his body weight to get the knife out of the wood only fall back on the cart just as Will climbed back on. With another strangled yell, Will vanished among the rafters. Peering down, he grinned and cut a rope. A heavy sack fell onto the cart, vaulting Jack up into the rafters as well. As Gin scrambled to get out of the way,they fought, jumping from beam to beam.

"Jack!" Gin cried, "He has the advantage! Get down from there!"

Agreeing, Jack jumped down and Will followed after. They battled on until Will managed to corner Jack and unarm him. Without a second thought, Gin cut loose a sand sack, blinding Will. As the blacksmith coughed and covered his eyes, Jack pulled out his pistol.

"You cheated!" Will cried.

"Pirate!" Jack replied.

"Duh." Added Gin. The men looked at her oddly but she just shrugged.

Will opened his mouth to say something when suddenly there were bangs on the door.

"Move away." Said Jack

"No." stated Will

Jack held the gun higher, "Please move,"

Will stood firm, "No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."

"This shot is not meant for you." Jack pleaded.

Gin cried out as the bottle of alcohol smashed down hard on Jacks head. He fell unconscious just as Norrington's men broke down the door.

"There he is." Cried one soldier, "Over here."

"Excellent work, Mr. Brown." Grinned Norrington, the guards grabbing Gin, "You've assisted in the capture of two dangerous fugitives."

"Just doing my civic duty, sir." Murmured the drunk. Will rolled his eyes.

"Bullcrap!" yelled Gin, "You were asleep the whole bloody time!"

The men stared at her in shock.

"Young Lady!" cried Palliod, "That language is highly inappropriate!"

Gin's rage exploded, "YOUNG LADY??! I'LL YOUNG LADY YOU! COME HERE YOU LITTLE YELLOW BELLIED PIPSQUEAK! I'LL BITE YOUR LEGS OFF!!"

She struggled and pulled until on of the guards nocked her over the head with the hilt of his sword. She collapsed to the ground.

Norrington caught his breath and faced his men. "Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away."

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Twilight Poet: Phew! Finally done! And guess what!!! It's now 1 week until the Christmas holidays and I'll have LOTS more time to write! Bai!