I have no idea on how to write Jack Sparrow so I did this. Please don't hate, but please review, and I own nothing.

What a Night

Jack Sparrow was a strange character indeed by the looks of him. He is average height with long dreadlocks, containing numerous objects draping over his shoulders. A red bandana could be made out under his leather hat, as well as a kohl around his eyes. Jack also has several gold teeth in his mouth made up from rum and blows to the jaw. He wore a lightweight brown coat covering a black vest, a white shirt and a pistol shoved under his belt. His skin and eye's are a dark brown and he bore many rings on his fingers. The man seemed to be either very brave or very stupid for drinking from Dawg's bottle right in front of him. Jack then took another swig from the bottle.

"Dawg you mangy mutt how've you been keeping since we last met?" He said in a surefire tone. Dawg looked at him in the most sinister glare yet and said,

"How dare you come into my inn after the stunt you pulled in Jamaica." Jack, looking like he was innocent, drank from the bottle and said, "I have no recollection as to what you're talking about, for I have done many things to many people in Jamaica."

"You stole my gold!" Dawg shouted. Jack, not intimidated, took another drink and said while making a small sign with his fingers, said, "You need to be a little more specific mate."

"The Battle at Port Marina, does that jog your memory?" Dawg said in an angry whisper. Jack closed his eyes while putting his fingers to his temple for a moment then opened his eyes and snapped his fingers saying. "Ah, that gold." Dawg rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"But in case you don't remember, I was just borrowing your gold without your permission - keeping it safe from all sorts of thieves. When suddenly, the British navy came upon my vessel, imprisoned me and my crew, and made off with your gold while I was stuck on a desert island with nothing but the hair on my back. So really I am not to blame for your gold shortage, but the British are." Jack said in such a fast fashion that it made some of the simpler minded onlookers confused. Dawg, unimpressed by Jacks fast talking, retorted by saying. "You're a dammed liar!"

"Of course I'm a liar, but not about your gold shortage. Besides, Mr. Crow was there so he can vouch for my defense," Jack calmly said. "Isn't that right Mr. Crow?" Jack shouted and turned toward a spindly man near the door who said, "Aye captain" in a gruff voice. "See," Jack said turning back with a smile. "But apologies are not why I came to peruse your fine establishment," Jack said. Dawg chuckled and said, "Why have you come, to die?" his comment caused laughter among the inn all except Jack Sparrow.

"Maybe another time, mate," he said with a forced smile. Jack continued, "It has come to my attention that you are in possession of a certain map that can lead one to a very special treasure," Jack said while walking around the inn looking at each and every one of the pirates there.

"What map?" Dawg said sarcastically; putting a smirk on his mean face. Jack looked at Dawg with a disappointed look. He then said, while looking at everyone to make sure they were paying attention, "in case you've forgotten, I'm talking about the map that you obtained from a dead trader while your crew was pillaging a small colony on an island off the coast of Hispaniola.

Any humor from Dawg was completely removed from that statement, as his face turned dead serious. "How do you know that?" Jack looked at him and said, "So, you did find a map." Jack looked at a small piece of cloth stuffed under Dawg's belt. Dawg's anger rose in his voice. He pulled the cloth and said, "This one?" Jack's eyes narrowed at the map with fascination. He swaggered over to Dawg saying, "If said map in your hand leads to the legendry Temporis sphere, the time control device, then yes that one."

Harry picked his head up from the balcony at those words. "A time control device?" He thought perhaps that this was his chance to go home. It may be a small chance, but it was the only hope for him. Harry knew he had to get that map no matter how intimidating Dawg was. It seamed that everyone else in the inn had similar thoughts as well, for they all began to get up from their chairs and gathered around the two captains. Dawg, noticing this, called for his men.

"Boys!" As if on command, a large group of dangerous looking men started appearing around Dawg - outnumbering Jack's men. Jack, looking at both the crew and the denizens said, "Well, well, well gentlemen. Why this sudden change of mood aye? Don't be in a ruckus about this Legend of a treasure, were all fellow mate's here."

"You probably anticipated this to be a fight just so you could steal it in all the commotion," Dawg said putting the map under his belt. Harry, watching this, took out his wand while trying to think of a way to get the map off of Dawg. Jack put on an ever so fake smile. "Why fight when you can negotiate? I didn't want to steal from you. I was actually confident that we could become partners." He said walking around the circle of men, yet staying a distance from Dawg's side. "I had no idea about these fellows' curiosity. Perhaps they could join our crews respectfully." Jack got some murmurs of agreement from some of the onlookers. "Besides, why should we fight and spill needless blood while…"

Jack didn't get to finish that sentence. For as he rose the bottle to his mouth, it exploded with a loud Bang! This broke the trance Jack had on the onlookers; causing everyone, including Harry, who was on the balcony, to jump at the loud noise. Jack, not moving, was staring at the glass and rum all over his shoulder. He looked up until to Dawg who was holding a pistol with smoke flying out of the barrel.

"Enough talk. You die now!" He said pulling out his extremely large cutlass from its sheath; its jagged edge just recently polished, gleamed in the light from the chandelier that hung above. Jack as if not noticing the threat, just casually shifted the glass off his right jacket while his moustache twitched ever so slightly. He then sniffed and slowly removed his own cutlass from its carrier.

"If that's how you want it then." He said. As he started to advance forward, he stopped abruptly, and looked toward the back of the inn behind Dawg. His face turned to surprise and then he uttered,

"What the bloody hell is that?" Everyone turned toward the spot he was looking at, including Dawg. Jack's eyes suddenly flashed back to Dawg and swiftly stabbed at his gut. Dawg, taken of guard by this attack, snapped his head back and just barely blocked the attack by swinging down on the cutlass with his own. As if a switch was turned on, everyone started attacking one another in confusion. A large crowd of people started forming with everyone attacking each other. Harry lost sight of Jack and Dawg in the pandemonium. Everyone was dueling in many different spots of the inn in very awkward manners, for many of them were slightly intoxicated. Suddenly, another circle formed around two men fighting one another. In the circle was Jack and Dawg still trading sword blows so intensely without any distraction as if they were by themselves. Dawg was surprisingly fast for his age, as he made rapid and precise blows intended to wear his opponent down. However, Jack, equally as fast, made swift blocks and dodges as if he wasn't trying. As they continued fighting, Jack's eyes were darting from Dawg's sword to the map on his belt looking for a chance to grab it. Dawg and Jack were equally matched in sword fighting one never getting the edge on the other. Dawg started going more offensive backing Jack up to a beam, Jack made a quick strike to Dawg's face but Dawg was ready. He grabbed the blade without cutting himself and threw it to the ground while swinging his sword to Jacks neck. Jack, quick as a fox, dove down after his blade, rolling on the floor; causing Dawg's sword to hit the wooden beam.

Dawg detached the sword from the beam, and chased Jack near a long table in the middle of the inn. Jack quickly leaped onto the table, Dawg pursued. They continued to make jabs and swings at each other resulting in a loud clangs of metal. As they were fighting their feet were kicking up all manner of plates, food, and rum previously spread out on the table. Dawg was getting angry at the fact that he could not land a single blow on his sly opponent. Jack noticing Dawgs frustration shouted,

"Care to give up?"

Dawg then stopped fighting and dropped his sword and said "Sure". Jack surprised at this was caught off guard when Dawg quickly made a left haymaker to his face. Jack fell off the table and landed on the hard wooden floor while Dawg jumped down from the table and picked up his sword. Jack got up in a groggy manner while Dawg steadily walked toward Jack. They continued fighting with the advantage on Dawg's side. He was making hard and heavy blows while Jack could only make swift counter blows. Harry was looking on, trying to find a chance to take the map from Dawg, afraid if the moment won't arise he would have to join the fight.

But just then Jack and Dawg both made offensive strikes at each other, causing their swords to lock up and pulling there faces close together. Dawgs eyes were staring into Jack's soul with death on them. Jack seeing this quickly snatched the map from Dawg's belt. Dawg's face turned to surprise, but only for a moment. As Jack tried to turn away, Dawg speedily grabbed Jacks wrist and squeezed, hard. Jack although a skilled swordsman could not best Dawg in a contest of strength. Jack gasped in pain and slowly started to drop the map from the pain of the hellish grip. Harry seeing his chance swiftly shouted.

Acio Map!

The map suddenly flew from Jack's hand into Harry's. Then Jack, Dawg, and everyone in the bar stopped fighting and looked at him with confusion as to what just happened. Harry still holding the map looked at everyone with fear knowing what was going to happen next.

"As you were gentlemen." Harry said. He then started running across the balcony to the nearest window; everyone started shouting and ran up the balcony after him while others ran out the door to chase him outside,

"I knew that boy was trouble." mumbled Dawg. Jack turned back to Dawg, raised his eyebrow, and made a questioning "Hmm?" Dawg looked back at Jack before punching him right on the nose which caused Jack to fall to the floor. Dawg looked down at Jack and said, "We'll finish this later." Dawg got up and started rallying his crew together for giving chase of the thieving boy.

Harry still running looked around quickly for a nearby window, when he saw one he shot a spell at it causing it to explode into glass. As he was about to jump he heard a gunshot over the crowd of angry pirates and looked behind him to see a small hole in the wall where his head was a second ago. Harry's eyes darted for just a second to find it came from an injured Jack Sparrow who was clutching a fired pistol in one hand, and holding his broken nose in the other. Harry then quickly jumped out the window not wanting Jack or anyone else to get a second shot at him.

As he did so Jack quickly put his pistol back into his belt and said "Damn" in an annoyed tone. Jack then ran outside with the others knowing he had to get that map.