"I get meet Will Turner, I get meet Will Turner!" Beth completely freaked out as she ran behind Jack. Not because she was trapped in a movie, not that she was being shot at, but because in two minutes she was going to meet William Turner a.k.a Orlando Bloom!

"Quick, behind here," Jack pulled her behind a statue outside the blacksmith's shop. About fifteen soldiers stormed by.

"Wow, you must really be dangerous! They're sending out a whole squad," Beth teased.

"And now we go in here," Jack dragged her into the shop.

"Hm, this place isn't as cool as it seems in the movie," Beth commented, looking around. There was a small thud. Jack turned a round and saw Mr. Brown drop his bottle in his sleep.

"I bet you twenty pounds of chocolate he won't wake up!" Beth challenged. Jack rolled his eyes.

"Fine," Jack walked over to Mr. Brown.

"WHOA!" Jack yelled. Mr. Brown didn't move. Jack began trying to hack off his cuffs.

"Jack, even though I already know, might I ask what you are doing?" Beth said, examining some of the lovely swords the young blacksmith apprentice had made

"I'm trying to get these off love, and maybe you could do something useful," Jack said while shaking his chains of his cuffs in frustration.

"Sure! Go over there and break them with the gears, savvy?" Beth said.

"Thanks love," He said in his Jack-ish drunken slur. He picked up a poker and poked the donkey in the butt.

"JAAACK! That is sooo mean," Beth whined. "Couldn't you, like, tap him or something?" Jack quickly slung the chains over the gears and ta-da! He was free!

"Sorry love, now hide someone's coming," Jack told her as he heard the door to the shop open. Beth jumped behind a barrel next to Jack. She used more will power than she had ever used in her life as, in her opinion, the cutest guy to set foot on the planet earth walked in. Will ran over to calm the spooked mule.

"See, he's nice to the poor mule!" Beth whispered.

"Shh!"

"Right where I left you" Will said, smiling and looking at Mr. Brown.

"Not where I left you?" Will said, looking curiously at the hammer that Jack had used trying to break the chains.

"Jack, since this man pays so much attention to where his stuff, is I must say you are an idiot." When she didn't hear a response, Beth looked over to where Jack was, but of course he was over pointing his sword at William.

"You're the one the pirates," Will said accusingly.

"I rest my case…OH MY GOD WILL TURNER!" She shrieked like the insane fan she was.

"Do I know you?" Will asked, looking at Beth puzzled.

"I knew your mother's best friend's sister-in-law's son's fiancée," Beth said quickly.

"Some girl in Miss Swann's house said that," Will mentioned, looking more confused then ever.

"Oops…"

"You look familiar, have I threatened you before?" Jack asked, bringing the conversation back where it was supposed to be going.

"Nice way to acknowledge a recognition," Beth smirked. The two men both ignored her.

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

"Why, amazing fellows get poker players!" Beth laughed. Jack gave her a, "Please shut up already!" look. Then he turned back to Will.

"Ah, well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse us," Jack said, striding toward the door. "Are you coming?" he asked Beth.

"Nope" Beth said simply. Jack turned to stare at Beth and saw that Will was pointing a sword at him. "Do you think this wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack asked.

"You'll be asking about his mental state a lot," Beth said, taking a seat on the mule.

"You threatened Ms. Swann" He snarled. Jack ran his blade up and down Will's.

"Only a little" He smirked. Will lunged at Jack and they started fighting.

"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that," Jack commented. "Excellent form. But how's your footwork? If I step here…" Jack sidestepped, and Will easily countered the attack.

"Very good," Jack approved. "Now that last step again…" They continued trying to kill each other for a while.

"This is all over that stupid princess! Well there probably is more, but that's the main reason!" Beth declared to the mule. Bored, she got off of the mule and walked over to the door. Then she sat down Indian-style, getting a comfortable watching place for the epic sword fight about to happen. Jack had finally knocked Will off balance.

"Ta!" he smirked and ran towards the door. Will threw his sword at the door, and of course his aim was perfect. It hit the door in the exact place that caused it to lock. Jack just looked at for a second then started pulling at it. He turned around when he realized it was stuck and wouldn't budge.

"That is a wonderful trick!" Jack said, annoyed and sauntering towards Will. "Except once again, you are between me and my way out!" Jack gestured toward the back door. "And now…you have no weapon!"

Will spun around a grabbed a sword that was red hot out of the fire. The mule squealed and began to around in circles, turning the gears. (A/N: Emma JUST figured out two days ago that that was why the things started turning again) The look of surprise Jack's face was priceless as Will started to attack, which had bright sparks every time their swords touched. They jumped underneath the wheel where all of the swords were and continued fighting.

"Who makes all these" Jack asked in wonder.

"I do!" Will exclaimed in between swings. "And I practice with them…3 hours a day!"

"As much as I love you, that's just sad!" Beth said, safely observing from where she was sitting. Both Will and Jack looked at her because she said she loved Will. "You won't get it" she told them.

"You need to find yourself a girl, mate," Jack said, backing up and jumping off the wheel as Will lunged at him.

"What about me!"

"Besides her," Jack added. They banged their swords a bit more.

He caught Will's swords with his own over his head and moved his face closer. "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 paused. "You're not a eunuch, are you?" He grimaced, glancing down at Will's crotch.

"I practice three hours a day, so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!" Will replied, attacking once again.

"Hey Jack, he seems to be avoiding the question" Beth laughed, but the fight was already in the rafters. "Please don't fall off, Please don't fall off" Beth prayed, crossing her fingers. Will knocked Jack's sword out of his hand. Jack grabbed the rafters and jumped down. As Will came down Jack sprayed red dust in his face and kicked his sword out of his hand. By the time Will could see again and had a new weapon, Jack was pointing a pistol at him and Beth had run over with her hand over her cutlass at her waist, just in case

"You cheated!" Will said incredulously.

"Pirates!" Jack and Beth chimed. There was a pounding at the door as the royal navy tried to get in. "Move away," Jack said to Will warningly.

"No!"

"Please move?" Jack tried again.

"No!" Will said gallantly. "I cannot just step aside and let you escape."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Beth said as she pulled out her sword and pointed it at Will.

Jack's face suddenly turned very serious, and he cocked his pistol. "This shot was not meant for you!" He said softly but urgently.

Instead of replying, Will had a "WTF?" look on his face. Beth squeezed her eyes closed as Mr. Brown brought the bottle down on Jack's head. She opened them when she heard the crash. Will used this distraction to wrestle the sword out of her rasp. He pulled her against him and put the sword to her neck. Beth just stood there with he same smile Jack had when Elizabeth "hugged" him while putting on his affects. There was some more pounding and Norrington and his men burst in.

"Excellent work, Mr. Brown," Norrington said glancing at Jack. "You've assisted in the capture of two dangerous fugitives."

"Just doing my civic duty, sir," Mr. Brown replied, sounding more drunk than Jack.

"Well I trust you shall remember this as the day Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away," Norrington said smugly.

"What! I'm not good enough to go to prison" Beth yelled, pretending to be offended.

"You will learn how to be a proper lady of society with the help of Miss Swann, as is only proper for a young lady of your age," Norrington stated.

"WHAT! Please, please, PLEASE don't make me! Shoot me, hang me, strand me on a desert island, just please don't make me go with Lizzie to become a lady!" Beth begged. Everyone was looking at her like "What the hell is your problem?"

"Fine, you can accompany Mr. Sparrow…"

"Captain" Beth corrected.

"…to prison." Norrington finished.

"Okay, and Will, please don't give my sword to some, drunken disgusting grudge holding, Tortugan, former commodore, I like it a lot," Beth said cheerfully. Norrington looked like he was thinking of taking advantage of her wish of being shot.

"Later people," Beth said as she walked out toward the prison.

"That is one strange child," Brown slurred.

"You have no idea!" Will laughed.

Okay everyone, what do you think! Yeah, yeah, we KNOW it was a really long time coming with the updates, but the next one will come faster, we promise! It's already, like, half way done. Oliver rehearsals are everyday now, and school's getting more hectic. PLEASE review!

Bizzy: I need help with my unwanted crush.

Emma: Do what I always do, shoot the monkey!

Bizzy: Oh, shut up and drink your gin!