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Creeping up into Brown's Blacksmith shop, Anna jumped in fright when Jack allowed the door to bang shut behind him. Turning back to look at him accusingly, she made a face when he gave her a sickeningly innocent look.
Shaking her head, she looked around the place. Her heart was beating a mile per minute and she was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She was helping a fugitive of the law, she was breaking so many laws here…and she was loving every moment of it. "We need something to break the chains and then to get you out of here. But where do I take you?"
"Leave that little detail to me, luv." Jack looked around the large and dark place and then made a face. "Awfully dark, don't you think? Hasn't the bloke who owns this place ever heard of a new invention everyone's talking about? Something they have decided to call the window?"
A smile appeared on Anna's face and she dimpled prettily, once more shaking her head incredible. "You're quite the man, Captain Sparrow."
"Well, I allow all pretty ladies to call me Jack. Special privilege and all…" He announced absentmindedly, peeking at the items on a nearby table. Finding a hammer he smiled. "Rightee, I knew that me instincts would lead me to me treasure." Then he proudly bragged in a low voice "It's a pirate thing." while swinging the hammer triumphantly in his hand.
Suddenly they heard the sound of something falling. Anna and Jack both went quite and went to the dark corner to investigate. She smiled and sighed in relief when she saw fat old Mr. Brown sleeping on his chair. The sound they'd heard was his favorite companion, his bottle of whisky, dropping out of his hand and onto the ground. "Don't worry. He won't hear us."
"Never can be too sure, luv. Being overly confident is what got me into all this mess nigh ten years ago." Jack announced mysteriously as he went up to the man, hammer still in hand. Poking Brown with a finger, he stared at the snoring old man. Seeing that the dirty man didn't even flinch, he seemed to walk away only to twirl back around and cry out. "WHOA!" Still nothing, so Jack just shrugged and walked back over to where Anna was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Reminds me of a bloke in Tortuga. Nice man. Has no teeth and part of his tongue is cut off, but a nice bloke he is. Smells like this one too."
Cringing at the mental picture that description brought, the young woman shivered slightly before tactfully changing the subject. "You seem to mention Tortuga enough, Captain—Jack." Anna announced, putting down Jack's things, only keeping his hat in her hands. She looked at it, wondering why it seemed to look so familiar to her. Putting on the hat, she wondered how she looked in it. "Do you spend a lot of your time there?"
Jack went to the anvil and started to try and hit his chains with the hammer, which was proving to be rather difficult since the chain moved every time his hand did. But he wasn't about to ask the girl for her help and look like some mama's boy who needed female assistance. "Tortuga is the place where all the pirates dock. There you can find a good crew, some supplies, an awful cook, and some whor—err—wholesome ladies to err talk to. All in all, young lady, Tortuga is--" But he looked up and his eyes narrowed when he saw her wearing his hat. Normally the fact that anyone was wearing his hat would have him narrowing his eyes and introducing the person to his gun, but the reason he was speechless was because seeing her with his hat on suddenly reminded him of whom she looked like. "Impossible."
"It's impossible?" Anna asked, frowning slightly, reminding him even more of the other person. "But why would you like it so much if it were impossible?"
Clearing his throat to cover up for his slipup, Jack frowned slightly, looking away in confusion before shaking his head. His eyes roamed over the room and then he saw two turning wheels. Going to the fire he pulled out the metal rod that had been left with its point inside of the furnace. "I am going to need your assistance. I need you to poke that donkey with the hot end of this metal rod to make it move as I put my chains between the two turning wheels thus liberating me from my bondage."
Anna's mouth fell open as she turned to look at old Albert the donkey. "I refuse to poke that poor animal with the hot end of a metal rod!"
"Just a little?"
"No!" She stomped her foot.
Making a face and mumbling something that sounded suspiciously enough like "women", Jack sighed with manly disgust and looked at her once more. "Will you at least give it a little slap on the rump then? Or will that break your heart also?"
Glaring at him, Anna strode to the donkey and gave it a sound slap on the rear, causing the startled animal to start moving around the pole, its harness causing the turning wheels to turn. The young woman crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a haughty look. "Are you happy now?"
"I would have been happy if you had done what I'd asked in the first place." Jack announced as he flung his chains between the two turning wheels and watching as those chains broke. "I'm only slightly satisfied with your performance." He then announced. "I'm sure your sister would have poked the donkey with the metal rod." Jack reached for his sword and its belt and put it on.
Growling Anna walked up to him and narrowed her eyes, poking him as hard as she could with her finger. "If my sister had been here and you were acting like this she would have poked you with the hot end of the metal rod!"
There was silence before Jack announced: "Righteeo." Before he could say anything else, the door opened and Anna turned in horror to see Will to close it behind him. Her mouth fell open and she didn't see Jack hurrying towards her until he covered her mouth and pulled her into the shadows with him.
Jack slowly took his hand away from her mouth and with his eyes on Will's every movement, he furiously whispered: "I thought you said that no one would be here!"
Anna's eyes were wide at the accusation and at the situation they were in. She hissed back: "It's not my fault that Will picked today of all days to be something that I've been begging him to be for the last eight years."
Seemingly intrigued by that answer despite their current situation, Jack raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. "And might one enquire as to what that would be?"
"Unpredictable."
Will hurriedly threw down his things and stopped Albert, who was still walking incessantly around the pole. To Anna Will seemed agitated, angry, and surprisingly enough, filled with worry. He came up upon his master and shook his head with disgust. "Right where I left you." He then started stomping towards the table. "I swear to all holy, if he hurts her I will--." Then, seeing the hammer on the anvil where Jack had left it after having his epiphany about the turning wheels Will raised an eyebrow. "Not where I left you." He then saw Jack's pistol and its hoister and he reached for it.
Where Jack and Anna hid in the shadows, Jack shook his head as he watched that, his body tensing. "Oh no he doesn't." With that said he silently left the shadows and quickly withdrew his sword and slapped Will's hand with the tip before retrieving it once more, getting Will's full attention.
Will took a couple of steps backwards, Jack following him all the way with his sword drawn. Will's eyes narrowed as he finally realized something, and the hateful look in his usually peaceful brown eyes surprised Anna into silence. "You're the one they're hunting." Taking another step backwards, his eyes narrowed even more as he spat out: "The pirate."
From her hidden place in the dark shadows, Anna was more than surprised at this. She knew that news carried rapidly in towns like this, but this quick?
Jack frowned slightly and tilted his head to the right, a contemplative expression on his face. He was quiet for a moment before announcing: "You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?"
Anna kept back a smile. Even though she had only known him for a couple of hours, she already realized that Jack was quite like her sister: full of unnatural spunk and smart responses.
"I make it a point to avoid familiarity with pirates." Will's voice was filled with disgust.
"Well, it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record, so, if you'll excuse me." He turned around to leave.
Will took the opportunity to reach behind him and grabbed a sword from a pile.
Hearing the sound of a sword piercing the air, Jack turned around, eyeing Will, looking unimpressed. "Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?"
"You're a danger to Miss Swan." The voice she heard was low and deadly.
Jack ran the tip of his sword against Will's rather to show off more than anything else. Anna was about to come out but she saw him discreetly motion her to keep in the shadows before turning to Will and saying: "Only a little."
"Where is she?" Will demanded.
"Who?" Jack's smile grew mischievous. Obviously he was enjoying this immensely.
Anger was visible in Will's dark chocolate eyes. "Miss Anna! Where is Miss Anna?"
"Ah yes. Methinks you're referring to the beautiful young lass who was ever so nice with me." Jack announced rather provokingly, as if he was trying to get Will angrier than he already was. "Lovely white skin, long brown hair that cups an angelical heart shaped face; a lady who possesses naturally red lips that practically invite you in for a kiss, and eyes that the sea envies?"
Anna blushed three shades of scarlet while silently placing a finger to her lips. Was she really all that?
By now Will was seething. "Where is she?"
"What type of gentleman would I be if I left such a lass in the hands of some overly zealous, inadequate youngling with a sword that he probably can't even hold right?"
Suddenly Will lunged and Anna watched as they began to spar. Her eyes widened as she watched the talent Will had hid from her for all those years. He was an excellent swordsman.
Jack smirked. "Well, I was wrong." He announced, performing an impressive maneuver with his sword, only to have Will dodge it. "You can hold a sword right."
Will continued to attack in deathly silence.
"Well, you know what you're doing, I'll give you that." Jack announced rather superiorly, advancing on him. "Excellent form." Their blades touched once more. "But how's your footwork?" He rapidly moved to the right. "If I step here…" Will stopped his blows. "Very good. Now I step again." They suddenly broke into more fighting and their pace grew so fast that Anna couldn't see who was doing what. They suddenly stopped. "Ta." Jack sheathed his sword and hurried towards the door.
Will suddenly threw his sword and it got stuck in the door, barring Jack's exit.
Jack looked at the sword and tried to pull it out without much success. He then growled and turned to look at a smug Will. "That was a wonderful trick…except that once again you are between me and my way out." He pulled out his sword and advanced on Will. "And now you have no weapon."
Will looked around and quickly pulled out the hot metal rod that Jack had wanted Anna to use on poor Albert.
Once more the fighting commenced. Both opponents refusing to give up to the other. They began crossing blades around the place where Will hung all of the sword he made. He then jumped behind a pole and then reached up and pulled out a sword, throwing away the heated metal rod.
Jack appeared from behind the pole and their blades clash once more. "Who makes all these?" He asked, looking pointedly at the many swords all around them.
"I do." Will announced, dodging a blow. "And I practice with them" another dodge "three hours a day!"
Anna frowned slightly from where she was. She wasn't very worried about them fighting because she knew that Will possibly couldn't be a better swordsman than Jack—and that Jack wouldn't risk killing Will. They were just two men who were trying to compete and see who the better of the two was. The thing that hurt Anna was that she had been friends with Will for eight years and he had never mentioned that he found fencing interesting, much less that he practiced with his swords on a regular basis and was impressive with one.
Jack mustn't have thought that Will was as impressive as Anna found him, because he smirked at what Will had just told him. "You need to find yourself a girl, mate." Silence greeted that as the two of them moved away from that spot and ventured out into the open, swords clashing and clanging as they moved. Jack reached for a hammer and took a swing at Will, but he dodged it once more. Their blades connected and neither moved, trying to use their strength to throw the other off balance. An evil smirk appeared on Jack's face. "Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet." He then made a face. "You're not a eunuch, are you?" he looked down meaningfully, causing Will to blush in embarrassment.
Anna turned just as red.
"I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!" Using his strength given to him by anger, Will pushed Jack and his blade away. He then swung and nearly sliced through Jack's arm.
Jack dodged Will's movements and headed to where Anna was hiding. In seconds he had grabbed her and pulled her out of the shadows, pulling her body back against his and now had the blade of his sword against her throat. "This wouldn't be the lovely strumpet you was asking me about earlier, would it?"
Will's eyes widened in utter horror when he saw Jack's blade pressing threateningly against Anna's throat, and his grip on his sword slackened slightly. "Miss Anna…" He then turned to Jack, eyes showing that he was beyond anger. "Let her go."
"I don't much trust someone who threw a sword at me as I was retreating good naturedly. I was going to leave her here with you, twice, but you went and ruined that, now, didn't you?" Jack announced rather testily. "Here's the new bargain. You get out of my way and I will let her go when I am safe."
Will shook his head, resuming a defensive position once more. "No."
Jack sighed in annoyance before speaking to Anna. "My dear strumpet, will you be telling this youngling to let us out?"
"Let us out, Mr. Turner." Anna said in a shaky voice. She knew deep inside of her that Jack wasn't a scoundrel and that he wouldn't slit her throat, but having the blade against her throat was just so intimidating that she couldn't keep fear out of her voice. "Please, Mr. Turner, let us out."
Suddenly they heard men trying to break down the door, and Norrington's voice. How in the world had Norrington known where to find them?
Will's eyes widened in hurt and they looked at her sadly. "I can't let him leave with you, Miss Anna."
Jack growled, getting edgier as the sounds of the men trying to break down the door grew. If they continued this way they would break it down in no time. He shook his head, his grip on her arm tightening as he motioned with his chin in Will's direction, even though he realized that she wouldn't be able to see it. "Well missy, if these are the type of men that are around you I can understand your undeniable attraction to me."
Anna suddenly turned every shade of red and some shades of purple. Why that arrogant son of a sea-sick dog!
Will heard what Jack purposely insinuated and his eyes narrowed as he did something that Anna had never thought he would ever do. He growled.
Jack smirked. "Move." But suddenly there was the sound of glass breaking, and Anna screamed when she felt Jack crumble behind her, his sword falling out of his hand to the ground, and he pulled her down with him.
Suddenly the door broke down and a soaking Norrington and his wet, half-dressed men quickly entered the workshop. Norrington helped Anna to her feet and kept her near, turning to Mr. Brown, who had finally awoken in time to smash his bottle over Jack's head while he was busy negotiating his escape with Will. "Excellent work Mr. Brown. You have assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive, and in the rescue of Miss Swan." He looked worriedly down at her. "Are you well? Did that pirate hurt you?"
She shook her head fiercely. What could she say on Jack's behalf that Norrington would believe? "No—no—he—Ja—Captain Sparrow—Will—."
But Norrington cut in. "She's clearly in shock. Something to be expected after this monstrous happening. Gillette, accompany Miss Swan back to her home."
Gillette smiled and came towards her, offering her a dry coat to put over her dress. "I am so glad that you are well, milady." He placed his arm around her as if she were someone who was begging for comfort—which she wasn't.
"Oh?" She squeaked, suddenly wondering if Lt. Gillette wasn't the man that her father had mentioned liking her. The thought made her cringe slightly. Anna allowed him to usher her towards the broken door, but in the doorway she turned back to look at Will. His eyes were on her silently, probing. She'd never seen him look at her like that before. But before she could question this, Lt. Gillette ushered her out of the door.
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