Chapter 4: Bluff and Double Bluff; A Pirate Revolt

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A/N: Here is the fourth chapter, edited and tidied up Please enjoy!

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The fog crept through the streets, casting an eerie twilight pall. An armed search party moved along the road, glancing down an alley next to a small café. On the far side, another search party stopped, looking around the town square. They nodded to each other, continuing their search.

Jack waited a moment before dropping down from his hiding place beneath the eaves of a building, still wearing his manacles. He glanced around the town square, his eyes catching sight of a shop with barn doors, a pass-through set in the middle. Next to the building was a statue of a Blacksmith hammering a sword into shape, and above the shop was a sign with a black anvil.

Jack made sure it was safe, and ran towards the Blacksmith shop, slipping through the door, and examined the room. There were no windows. The forge was dark, lit by lanterns to stave off the dimness. There were work-in-progress items scattered about: wagon wheels, wrought iron gates, pipes, and even a cannon was propped up against a wall with a large crack in it. As his eyes moved about the room, he noticed that every tool was in place; the workbench was neat and tidy.

Jack spun around, startled by a noise. In the corner sat a large man in a Blacksmith's apron snoring in the corner and cradling a bottle. Jack sauntered over towards him, giving him a hard prod, but he did not stir. Jack studied him carefully for a moment before shouting out as loud as he could. The Blacksmith just snorted, dropped the bottle, and began snoring even louder. Satisfied that he was not going to be waking up anytime soon, Jack sheathed his sword. He moved over to where there was a Donkey geared up to work the mechanism. He walked towards the furnace in the middle of the room, pulling an iron rod from the fire. He turned and pressed it against the Donkey's hide. The Donkey let out a pained screech, moving quickly around in a circle making the mechanism work.

Smiling to himself, Jack tried to lodge the manacles in the mechanism with no success. He grabbed a short-handled sledge from its place on the wall and moved back to the glowing furnace. Taking a deep breath, he slowly held his right hand over the stove, so the chain dangled down into the embers until it began to glow. Jack was sweating, grimacing in pain. Once the chain was glowing he moved quickly, wrapping the chain around the nose of the closest anvil. He grabbed the sledge, bringing it down with a fast hard stroke on the glowing links, shattering one of them. Jack dropped the sledge, plunging his manacled hands into a bucket of dirty water. He sighed in relief as steam billowed up around him before pulling them out, and looked at his handy work with pride.

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Hermione observed the events happening in the town as they sped past in a carriage. For a moment, she allowed herself to think of Harry and Ron, and wondered if time had stopped in the future while she was stuck in the past. Another thing she was curious about was what happened to the real Callista? Would she turn up? Hermione knew she would be in trouble if she did. She shook her head, not willing to think about the consequences of what would happen to her if that did happen. Her thoughts wandered back to Ron, reflecting on whether the Healers had found a way to revive him, or if he would be stuck in his coma.

The carriage stopped to let another pass, and Hermione shook her morbid thoughts away hoping that everything in the future was all right. She wasn't sure if she would ever get back to the future and had the strange feeling that she had to be in this time, with these people. She shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind as soldiers in groups of up to 4-6 soldiers jogged past the carriage towards the town.

They were still searching for Jack Sparrow.

As soon as Norrington had issued the order to the soldiers to find the pirate, Governor Swann had ushered Elizabeth and Hermione to a carriage. Now they were on their way back to the manor, and Hermione wasn't thrilled with the prospect of being stuck in the estate. All the excitement was going on down in the town, and she had the impulsive urge to jump out of the carriage when it had slowed down to let the soldiers pass. She shook her head, that would be a bad idea.

When they reached the manor, Governor Swann practically chased them inside before ordering them to go to their rooms and stay there. Elizabeth went without much of a fight, being exhausted from her ordeal today. Hermione refused to stay here when the excitement lay outside the protection of the manor.

It was about an hour before Hermione was able to escape her room and the manor. She ran as fast as someone could when wearing a dress and high-heeled shoes. She sprinted down the drive, hiding behind the carriage for a moment when two of the maids came out of the pantry and walked into the manor. Hermione ran down the rest of the drive, opening the gates, and running down to the town. She kept to the shadows and alleys as much as she could so the soldiers would not see her. She scanned around the town trying to figure out where Jack could have vanished to. The town itself was small and quaint leaving few hiding places. Jack was one of those types that seemed to stick out in a crowd more so than most.

She frowned, as she gazed around, trying to spot that pirate's hat, but her eyes found Will instead, walking jadedly towards the Blacksmith's shop. She looked around and not seeing any soldiers nearby she called out to him. 'Will!' she shouted as softly as she could, but he didn't seem to hear her. She cried a little louder, and he looked around, finally seeing her.

'Calli!?' he shouted back in surprise. She made a shushing motion, beckoning him over to her. He frowned in confusion but walked over as she leaned against the wall in the narrow alley. Will squeezed in—there wasn't much room—and leaned against the opposite wall from her. 'Are you alright, Calli? I heard about what happened down by the pier,' he said while glancing her over, checking for wounds.

'I'm fine, Will. I wasn't hurt at all,' she replied, waving off his concern.

Will nodded in relief, before frowning at her. 'What are you doing out of the manor without an escort?' he asked her curiously, though he didn't appear surprised in the least.

'I had to escape. I didn't like being cooped up in that stuffy room. All the excitement is down here,' she told him, averting her eyes from his.

Will let out a sigh. 'You know your father will be furious when he realises you're gone. Especially after what happened today,' he said sternly, before grinning in amusement. 'I thought you would have grown out of running off when you went to university,' he said, his eyes gleaming.

'Pardon?' she asked as if she hadn't quite heard right. Moreover, she had no idea what he was talking about.

Will smiled at her, tilting his head to the left. 'Do you not remember, Calli?' he asked her, and at the small shake of her head, he sighed. 'You used to run away from the manor often. Then your family decided to return to England so you could finish school. You would come to the shop a lot when you were younger. We would talk, and we would have mock fights with the swords,' he told her with a wide smile. He shook his head, but then his eyes became sorrowful, and the smile faded. 'After you went back to England, I began to miss those times,' he revealed to her.

Taken aback, Hermione didn't quite know what to make of his declaration. She did feel eased knowing that the real Callista used to run away from the manor. It had been something of the norm for all the people that associated with her. Hermione felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she smiled at him shyly. 'I can't remember to be honest. If I could I'm sure I would miss them as well,' she whispered. She maintained her charade, even though it made her feel uneasy to do so.

Will gazed at her dejectedly. 'Ah, the unfortunate loss of memory,' he said before shaking his head. 'I wonder what happened to you?' he questioned more to himself than her.

Hermione shrugged. 'I don't know,' she replied, gazing at the ground.

For a moment, they stood in silence, contemplating what could have happened. Hermione knowing and Will having no idea. Eventually, he sighed. 'Come on, let's go to the shop,' he said, taking her hand, and leading her out of the alley.

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Jack examined his hand, flexing it and wincing at the blisters forming beneath the manacles, but his hands were now free. The sound of the wooden bar lifting and the latch of the door opening sent Jack into a slight panic. He dove for cover behind one of the workbenches and watched from cover as two people came in. He recognised the girl from the pier. 'Ah, Calli,' he whispered with a toothy grin.

Will frowned upon noticing the Donkey was turning the two wheels and jumped down from the platform to stop him, stroking his ears gently as Hermione came to stand next to him. 'Do you always leave him working like that?' Hermione asked curiously, eyeing the Donkey.

Will glanced at her, shaking his head in the negative before taking off his jacket, throwing it onto a table. He moved over to where a balding man was sleeping in a chair snoring softly. 'Right where I left you,' he said with a small smile before turning back to Hermione. 'So, what do you-' he cut himself off as something caught his attention. He scanned the wall to see there was an empty peg where the sledge should have been hanging. It had moved from its place and was lying beside the anvil. Jack watched him from his hiding spot, and mentally kicked himself for not returning it to the wall.

'What is it?' Hermione asked as she walked over. Will had tensed up and was glancing around the shop suspiciously. Her eyes fell on the workbench next to the anvil, spotting a hat lying there looking out of place. 'This looks familiar,' she said, reaching out to pick it up, but the gentle tap of a sword on her hand stopped her. She glanced up at the person responsible. 'Jack Sparrow,' she breathed, taking a small step back.

'Ah, Miss Calli, a pleasure to see you again so soon,' Jack said, bowing to her.

Will's eyes widened a little. 'You know him?' he asked Hermione as he began moving toward the sledge.

'We've met,' Hermione replied, shrugging her shoulders as if she wasn't too concerned. She did twist her hand around though, breathing a sigh of relief as she felt her wand press into her wrist.

'And here we are meeting again! Must be fate,' Jack said spreading his arms out. Will took that opportunity to grab for the sledge, but Jack slapped his hand with the sword, and Will jumped back.

Jack walked around the workbench, levelling the sword at Will, and backed him up towards the door. Will glared at him. 'You're the one they're hunting. The pirate,' he said, glancing at Hermione who was slowly moving towards the back of the room.

Jack tipped his head in acknowledgement, frowning as he regarded Will. 'You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?' he asked curiously, moving towards him, and momentarily forgetting about Hermione.

Will glared at him. 'I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates,' he said heatedly.

Jack smirked. 'Ah, well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me…' he bowed as Hermione reached the grindstone where swords were resting in the honing guide. He turned from Will and was now staring down the end of a sword Hermione had grabbed. Jack tilted his head and grinned at her, before turning back towards Will. He had also retrieved a sword from one of the pillars and was pointing it at him. 'Do you think this wise, crossing blades with a pirate?' he asked, directing the question at Hermione more than Will.

Hermione lowered the sword but kept a firm grip on it. 'Probably not, but it's all I can think of doing at the moment,' she answered.

Will's eyes flashed furiously. 'You are the pirate that threatened Callista!' he roared, raising his sword higher.

'More like being forced to apply him with his equipment to avoid getting strangled,' Hermione put in, lowering her sword.

Jack smiled at her and then turned back to look at Will with an arched eyebrow. 'See, only a little. Not to mention I needed some way to escape, did I not? She was a perfect way out,' Jack said as Will, in his fury, swung his sword. It clashed with Jack's, and he turned so he could purposefully get in front of Hermione to protect her.

Will assumed an en garde position, and Jack couldn't help but appraise him. He felt a little disappointed that Will seemed to know what he was doing. Jack attacked then, and the two men stood in one place trading feints, thrusts, and parries with lightning speed. It was almost impossible to follow. Hermione lowered her sword, stepping back so she wouldn't get into the middle of it, or get hit. Will had no trouble matching Jack which impressed her.

'You know what you're doing; I'll give you that. Excellent form, but how's your footwork? If I step here…' Jack stepped to the side in an imaginary circle. One foot crossing over the other to his left and Will followed correctly. '…Very good. Now I step again,' he said, striking at Will a couple of times. Hermione realised that they were now precisely opposite of their initial positions. Jack had recognised this as well and saluted Will. 'Ta,' he said, bowing to him. He turned and ran towards the door, which was behind him, and sheathed his sword.

'Will!' Hermione shouted as Will registered this now with angry surprise. With a vicious overhand motion, he threw his sword, and it buried itself into the door just above the latch. It just missed Jack who looked at the sword in alarm. Hermione, remembering her wand, shot a sticking charm on it discreetly.

Jack growled and pulled on the latch, but it would not budge because the sword was now in the way. He rattled the lock and tried tugging on the sword a few times, but it was stuck in there. Mouthing a curse, Jack turned back to Will with a grin. 'That is a wonderful trick…, except, once again you are both between me and my way out,' he told them, looking from Will to Hermione. 'And now you have no weapon,' he added pointedly to Will, stepping back down off the platform. Eyes on Jack, Will sidestepped to his right, picking up a new sword that was burning in the furnace, the tip glowing. Jack slumped in dismay before leaping forward.

Hermione sat on the bench, watching Will and Jack duel. 'This is just ridiculous,' she grumbled, shaking her sleeve to free the tip of her wand in case she needed it.

She watched their blades flash and ring as they clashed together. She stood in concern when Jack began swinging the chain still manacled to his left hand at Will's head. She felt relief when Will ducked it, but he was wide-eyed. Jack swung the chain around again, smashing it across Will's sword, which disarmed him. Will was not fazed as he turned, picking up another sword. Jack paused, becoming aware that the entire room had bladed weapons ranging from swords, knives, and boarding axes in all sizes and various stages of completion. Jack's eyes widened in trepidation before they began fighting again, moving around the room. 'Who makes all these?' Jack yelled out, scanning the room at all the weapons.

'I do! And I practice with them… three hours a day!' Will barked back, striking at Jack.

'You need to find yourself a girl, mate!' Jack retorted, clashing swords with Will again. '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 smirked, glancing at Hermione. He frowned in horror then and peered back at Will. 'You're not a eunuch, are you?' he asked, glancing down towards Will's groin.

Will, coiling even more with anger, swung his sword and hit Jack's hard enough to send him stumbling backwards. 'I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!' he barked as they continued fighting once more.

Hermione looked on in slight panic as they continued to fight around her. 'Do you have to fight while I'm just standing here!' She yelled at them. They briefly stopped to stare at her but continued right after that. Hermione shook her head, leaning against a table, but pulled her hand back as Jack jumped up on the table she was leaning on. Will ran past her, jumping up on the table as well.

Jack managed to disarm Will again with his chains. Will was furious now, he kicked a rack, causing a sword to fall into his hand. He then used his foot to bring his dropped sword up into the air, catching it. He attacked Jack, both blades flashing dangerously. Jack, feeling a little worried, parried with his sword, while trying to disarm one of the swords with his chains. He managed to wrap it around the sword, but Will was betting on this, and he twisted the handle of his guard through a link. Will thrust the sword up into the ceiling, and Jack's left manacled hand suspended from the ceiling, and he knew this was not good. He continued to parry using one hand, twisting and dodging around the furnace. Their swords were clashing together forming sparks.

Jack twisted to the side to avoid getting skewered, and a sudden idea popped into his head when his eyes caught sight of the bellows. Blowing a shower of sparks into Will's face, Jack grabbed the chain and hoisted himself up. Using his momentum, he swung and kicked Will, knocking him back. Using his full weight, he managed to yank the sword from the ceiling and picked up a nearby mallet. He hurled it at Will, hitting the Blacksmith on the wrist causing him to drop his sword again and he fell to the ground.

Will shook his head and got to his feet as Jack aimed his pistol directly at his face. Hermione moved over to them, standing in front of the back exit. Will rubbed his wrist tentatively, glaring at Jack. 'You cheated,' he muttered darkly as his glare intensified.

Jack smirked at this as if to say, "what did you expect?". 'Pirate,' he said simply in answer as if this was the only excuse he needed. Banging came from the front door as the soldiers tried to get in upon hearing the commotion. Jack glanced at the door in alarm, before taking a step forward only now realising that Hermione was blocking the back exit. 'Move away,' Jack warned her.

'No,' Hermione answered as Will came to stand next to her, his sword pointed at Jack threateningly.

Jack glanced back at the door when a louder bang came from the other side. 'Please move,' he said again, almost pleadingly this time. He pointed the pistol at Hermione and then Will.

'No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape,' Will shouted defiantly.

Jack cocked his pistol, pointing it at Will for a long moment. To Hermione, it seemed as though he did not want to shoot at all. 'This shot is not meant for you,' he whispered cryptically with a sigh. He un-cocked the pistol surprising Will and Hermione who began reassessing the Pirate. Before they could say or do anything, there was a smash of broken glass, and Jack crumpled to the ground unconscious revealing Mr Brown standing behind him holding his broken bottle.

The front and back doors flew open, and soldiers filled the room heading over to them with guns trained on Jack. Norrington pushed through the throngs of soldiers, smiling upon seeing Jack on the ground. 'Excellent work, Mr Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive,' he praised, and Hermione frowned, squeezing Will's hand as he sighed. It always seemed that other people got praise for his achievements.

'Just doing my civic duty, sir,' Mr Brown slurred, still drunk even though he had been sleeping.

Jack let out a pained groan from the ground, and Norrington's smile widened. 'Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away,' Norrington ordered to the soldiers. They picked him up, carrying him out of the Blacksmith's.

Will watched them go, his hand tightening around Hermione's slightly. He glanced back at Mr Brown who snarled, taking in his broken bottle. 'That ratter broke my bottle!' he barked before chucking it into the corner and shaking his head as if his world had come to an end.

Will smiled, shaking his head and Hermione giggled which caught Norrington's attention. He looked over, finally noticing Hermione, and he frowned. 'Miss Swann, what are you doing here?' he questioned in a bored tone.

Hermione glanced at Will before looking back at Norrington. 'I… uh…' she tried but could not get the words out.

Norrington sighed, shaking his head and turned to Will. 'Mr Turner, I trust you will escort her home this instant,' Norrington ordered Will before turning on his heel and walking out.

'Better do as he says,' Will muttered, putting his sword back. 'Come on,' he beckoned, leading her out of the shop and through the town towards the Governor's manor.