Outside huge cannon balls valiantly rained down overhead as I frantically scanned my surroundings in an attempt to find Jack, but he was nowhere to be found. But in the distance, just on the other side of the bay I spotted an old warehouse. Desperate for shelter and to escape the cannon storm, I raced over to it the best I could- dodging the raining cannons balls from overhead, and slipped inside.

The inside of the warehouse was dark and dirty. The roof was leaking- creating puddles of mud on the dirt floor. Several practice dueling dummies stood in a pit at the center of the warehouse. And stacked against the walls were large barrels of hay and crates holding what I assumed to be weapons and/or rum or gunpowder.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere I felt a sharp point at my back- as well as someone's presence behind me.

"On my word, do as I say, or I'll run you through!" a stern voice commanded. Slowly, I raised my hands defensively and turned around to see a clean cut man with his hair tied back, pointing a sword directly at my chest. I started to panic. Meanwhile, the man eyed me up and down curiously "Hmm, unarmed..." he mumbled confused. After a few more moments of intense staring a glow of realization beamed over the mans face. "Wait, You're Jack's friend!"

"Yes!" I explained with a huge sigh of relief.

"Please, accept my apologies" The man expressed "Can't be too cautious. My name is William Turner, by the way."

"Victoria."

"Well, Victoria. You aren't much use unarmed with Jolly Roger's skeleton army on the move!" He said before tossing her a crude-looking sword. "Here, the blade's a bit rusty... not well balanced, but it should suffice for the present."

I looked at the sword in my hand cautiously , I'm really gonna have to use this? She thought to myself starting to panic.

"Not familiar with the blade?" William asked noticing the worried look on my face. "Well let's get you trained. That practice dummy will do." he said pointing towards a hay filled human shaped pillow on a stick standing in the pit in the middle of the room.

I climbed down and approached the dummy, nervously drawing the sword.

"Not to worry,"William assured "Simply advance and strike the dummy."

I took a breath and stepped forward, then with all my strength, I began to clumsily slash back and forth at the dummy.

"Very good." Will chuckled "Alright, let's move on. A true swordsman knows that timing and finesse will accomplish more than just swing the blade around. Try timing your movements more this time."

Slightly offended, I attacked the dummy again, but this time, watched my movements more carefully, waiting to start the next move until just after I had finished the previous blow.

"Well done!..." William announced proudly "Now... A true pirate is defined by his reputation, The greater your reputation, the easier it will be to defeat your enemies. Now, let's try another skill... When you are desperate for a final move, try sweeping. You can do that by spinning around using all your strength, but still keeping your midsection and arms sturdy. It is very effective, try it out."

I listened and did as Will said, and he was right! The force of the attack almost knocked the dummy completely over!

"Nicely executed!"

"Thank you" I replied politely with a little bow, before handing Will back his sword- who then declined it.

"Keep the sword, you'll need it! But you'll need more than just a cutlass if you're to challenge the likes of Jolly Roger!" He explained causing fear to run through me

Just then the bannging on the outside the door of the warehouse got much louder- much louder than just cannonballs, as two Zombie-like skeletons attempted to break it down.

"Go now!

"What? No! I wont leave you here!" I insisted

"it's me they're after!" Will shouted just as the skeletons finally broke through the book "GO NOW!"

and with that I climbed up atop a tall barrel of hay and quickly escaped through one of the upper windows.

"Good luck!" I heard Will call after me, before I fled away into the darkness.