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SwordOfTheGods: First off, only Logia fruits. Second off, Fishmen already exist as Davy Jones's men. Also, I've made it so that only Seastone can hinder Devil Fruit users, allowing them to swim.
2nd Voyage: Eight Years Later
"Oh... yes!" Elizabeth gasped in sheer bliss. Her back arched off the deck, but strong hands kept her hips pinned down. Her golden locks fanned out around her. Her lacy knickers had been pulled off so that her lover had full access to her dripping, needy core. He was making full use of it, ravenously devouring her sensitive womanhood chasing her from one peak to the next.
The fingers of her left hand were filled with coal black hair, her grip tightened in a way she thought was probably painful, but couldn't be helped. Her impressive bust shook within her blouse as he refused to give her any reprieve from his prodding tongue.
Finally, she couldn't take the pleasure any longer and pushed him away. His lips being sticky with her essence didn't diminish the pleased grin he gave her at the sight of how wanting he'd left her.
Kissing his way up her body, little sighs of approval escaped her and only made his sapphire eyes smile with self-satisfaction. He licked at her navel, kissed the valley between breasts, and sucked on each of her pale nipples, all before finally flash-freezing her shirt and ripping it off, allowing the shattered frozen pieces to rain down around them while she was left with nothing on her upper body except the warm gold medallion.
Elizabeth sucked an urgent breath of air from the sudden cold, before the wet heat returned as he lavished attention on the sensitive nubs and shuddered through another small orgasm.
As he made his way up her neck, she felt something big and spongy poking at the tender skin of her thigh.
'How is that gonna fit in me?'
She could feel his heartbeat as his hot cock pulsing, sending a shiver of need right down her spine. He must have sensed her trepidation as he kissed her jaw lightly.
"We'll go as slow as you want, Betty. And if you say stop, I'll stop, okay?"
Clutching his face so that he stared down into her eyes, Elizabeth growled. "Don't you dare stop."
Nodding at her command, Elizabeth gasped when she felt him slot his massive head right at her entrance.
"Here I come."
With that, he started moving his hips, his girthy shaft splitting her virginal pussy to a point she didn't imagine possible. After the first few inches, he reached her barrier and stopped.
He gave a few subtle thrusts of his hips, prodding at the thin, fleshy barrier.
"Go ahead. I'm read- Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Elizabeth Swann suddenly woke up from her dream with a sneeze. Taking a moment to regain her bearings, she growled at the lack of her midnight lover not manifesting into reality.
Giving a slight scoff, she swiftly went for the hidden compartment in her desk. Picking up the medallion from it's hiding spot, Elizabeth caressed the warm gold as she usually did when admiring the design. When she was satisfied, she put it on and admired how it hung just above her breasts.
Skimming a hand down her satin nightgown, she bunched it up around her hips and slid her hand down to her covered mound. There was a noticeable wetness on the cotton knickers as she traced a finger against her plump lips.
Pealing the damp material away from her dripping slit, she couldn't believe how wet the dream had left her. She sucked in a breath as her fingers brushed against her stimulated sex. "Oh…"
With her middle and index finger, she pushed into her wet heat with an audible squelch.
"Haah..." Elizabeth closed her eyes and imagined blue eyes between her thighs, always marveling at their warmth despite the power the owner wielded over cold and ice.
The palm of her hand grinded hard against the top of her entrance stimulating her engorged clit as she steadily plunged her fingers into her gripping hole. With her other hand, she pulled down the cup of her nightgown, freeing her left breast and letting the pale globe bounce with each movement of her hand between her legs. "Oh, Will..."
*knock-knock-knock-knock*
"Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth stiffened at her father's voice before flinging away the soiled undergarment, swiftly dressing up and tucking in the medallion between her clothed cleavage.
"Are you decent?"
"A-Ah? Yes?" Elizabeth answered after quickly checking her appearance and flushed cheeks. "Yes, come in."
Weatherby Swann entered with his smile turning into a sigh at Elizabeth's attire. "Still at bed at this hour?"
Elizabeth almost opened her mouth to ask what hour it was, only to get her answer when the maids entered and opened the closed curtains, revealing clear blue skies and the tropical bucolic town of Port Royal. A harbor with multiple ships could be seen in the distance as well as the ocean stretching out for miles and miles. By the looks of it, it seemed that over two hours had passed since dawn.
"It's a beautiful day." Swann commented on the clear weather, before gesturing at the servant carrying a giftbox and lifting the lid off when she approached. "I have a gift for you."
"Oh, it's beautiful." Elizabeth gushed as she fished out the gorgeous formal dress and beheld it. "May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?"
Smiling widely, she instantly went to her changing screen with her maids to instantly put it on.
"Actually, I... I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today." Swann spoke up, revealing that splurging on his daughter hadn't been a motive on its own. "Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony."
"I knew it!" Elizabeth hissed as she stuck her head out to glare at Swann.
"Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become." Swann smiled just as eagerly as his intentions were. "A fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know."
Elizabeth didn't consider that something that she was glad to be reminded of, especially when her maids pulled the dress's corset way too tight and nearly coughed out her lungs.
"Elizabeth?" Swann picked up on her distress. "How's it coming?"
"It's d... difficult to say..." Elizabeth gasped, her breathing strained.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."
Elizabeth choked as the maids somehow pulled the corset even tighter. "Did the women in London somehow become capable of not needing to breathe?!"
Swann rolled his eyes before being alerted to his butler knocking on the door. "Yes, Jeremiah?"
"Milord, you have a visitor."
Downstairs, William Turner, now a young man himself, looked around at the Swann Manor's metalworks. A walled candlestick in particular drew his attention, but seemed to be rather weak in structure as it fell off quite easily at a yank.
Hearing footsteps approaching, William quickly hid the broken off candlestick in the bin next to him and crafted an ice replacement up in the wall, getting away with it just as Swann came down the stairs with his butler.
"Mr. Turner." Swann greeted jovially. "Good to see you again."
"Good day, sir." William greeted back as he placed down the case he'd been carrying upon a nearby table. "I have your order."
Opening the case, William reverently carried up a freshly forged smallsword and gave it to Swann, explaining it's make as the governor unsheathed it from it's scabbard. "The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may?"
Upon receiving the sword back, William held it up with nothing more than just his index finger underneath the patch between blade and hilt as the sword stayed horizontal. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade."
Flipping it upwards, William smoothly caught it and extended it hilt forward for the governor to hold.
"Impressive. Very impressive." Swann commended as he admired the sword once more before sheathing it. "Commodore Norrington's going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your master."
William paused in his packaging to stare at Swann incredulously. "Um, sir, I'm the one who made this sword."
Swann raised a brow. "You? A mere apprentice?"
"I doubt someone could be as familiar to a freshly forged sword as I was to this smallsword unless they made it." William replied. "No craftsman is pleased to hear his work mistaken as someone else's."
"As you're not usually this boastful, I'll assume that you're being truthful and offer my apologies for the disrespect." Swann acquiesced before both men looked up to see Elizabeth fully dressed up as she came down the stairs. "Oh, Elizabeth, you look absolutely stunning."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply only to pause at the sight of Will, her steps quickening. "Will? It's so good to see you."
"A-Ah, it's mutual, Miss Swann." Will stammered as he took in the dress upon Elizabeth's figure. She was usually beautiful, but the way the dress just hugged her generous cleavage so tightly... Wait. "Miss Swann, pardon my rudeness, but are you feeling fine? You don't seem to be breathing well."
"Oh, this?" Elizabeth gestured to her constrained abdomen, ignoring her father's discomfort with her and Will being much more familiar than their social stations would've allowed. "I've just learned that this dress will make become a London lady who's transcended the need to breathe."
"But we're not in London." Will mildly protested. "You'll be fainting soon if something's not done about that dress."
"That is not for you to determine, Mr. Turner. Come along now, Elizabeth." Swann finally intervened, picking up the sword's case and moving his daughter out the opened door. "We'll see you another time, Mr. Turner."
"Bye, Will." Elizabeth waved him goodbye just before she and Swann entered into their carriage, leaving Will to wistfully stare after the woman it was carrying away.
"...bye, Betty."
It was fine morning for Captain Jack D. Sparrow as he sailed towards Port Royal's docks, atop his vessel's mast.
*splush!*
Unfortunately, it seemed that the Jolly Mon had a limit of what it could've handled as a simple dory in the high seas. That or it could barely handle Jack as it's owner.
Either were valid possibilities, Jack silently noted as he slung down from the mast and started to scoop out the accumulated water in the boat for the thirty-sixth time. Of course, he paused to show his respects towards the three pirate corpses being displayed as a warning as they hung from a rocky promontory.
He was a fellow Gentleman of Fortune, after all.
Entering properly into the docks, Jack basked in the stares he got as he sailed straight for the nearest available dock and disembarked off the mast just as the sinking dory finally touched the shallow bottom.
With nary a pause in his steps, Jack strode through the docks, almost missing the harbormaster.
"H-Hold up there, you!" The harbormaster called out, his young boy assistant at his heels. "It's a shilling to tie up your boat to the dock."
There was a pause in which the three of them regarded the dory's current state, the 'boat' only having it's flag above water.
"...and I shall need to know your name."
"What do you say to three shillings..." Jack fished out and placed the coins right over the harbormaster's open book. "...and we forget the name?"
"...welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith." The harbormaster quickly changed his tone, earning a wide eyed look from the assistant and a gratified nod from Jack.
As the two separated, Jack noticed a coin pouch unattended to on the harbormaster's stand and promptly attended to it after confirming it's jingling weight.
Meanwhile at Fort Charles, Commodore James Norrington's promotion was well underway now.
"Two paces... march! Right about... face! Present... arms!"
Underneath the raised musket rifles, Norrington marched forward sedately until he reached Swann and unsheathed the gifted sword.
Throughout the whole ordeal, Elizabeth was starting to find it harder to breathe with the rising heat.
Walking down into the separate docks for the military, Jack heartily waved at the two marines on guard, only to be accosted almost immediately.
"This dock is off-limits to civilians."
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know." Jack apologized. "If I see one, I shall inform you immediately."
Jack tried to step around them, only for the two marines to block his way again. While he could easily force his way through... "Apparently, there's some high-toned and fancy to-do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"
"S-Someone has to make sure this dock stays off-limits to civilians."
"It's a fine goal, to be sure." Nodding sympathetically, Jack made a quick step to the side, only to be rebuffed again. "But it seems to me, that a ship like that makes this one here a bit superfluous, really."
Taking a quick look out to the ships, the two marines really couldn't really argue against Jack's claim. The ship in the distance was the HMS Dauntless after all, one of the greatest warships in the Royal Navy. Closer to them was the HMS Interceptor, much more sleek in design but no less important.
"Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed."
"I've heard of one." Jack smiled smugly as he started an argument. "It's supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable... The Black Pearl."
One of the marines chuckled derisively. "There's no real ship that can match the Interceptor."
The other marine however gave him a confused stare. "The Black Pearl is a real ship."
"No, Murtogg. It's really not."
"Yes, it is." Murtogg protested. "I've seen it!"
The other marine raised a disbelieving brow. "You've seen it?"
"Yes!"
"You haven't seen it."
"Yes, I have!"
"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?"
"...no."
"No." The marine huffed in confirmation.
"But I have seen a ship with black sails."
"Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl, is that what you're saying?"
"...no, Mullroy." Murtogg admitted.
"Like I said, there's no real ship that can match the Interceptor..." Mullroy trailed off, him and Murtogg just noticing Jack's absence and finally discovering him to be aboard the Interceptor at it's helm. "Hey!"
Rushing onto the ship's deck after him, the two marines accosted him again, Jack being rather unconcerned with the rifles aimed at him.
"You don't have permission to be aboard here!" Mullroy huffed.
"I'm sorry, it's just- It's such a pretty boat- Ship." Jack hastily corrected himself.
"What's your name?" Murtogg asked.
"Smith!" Jack handily lied. "Or Smithy if you like-"
"What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?" Mullroy clarified.
"Yeah, and no lies!" Murtogg insisted.
"Alright, then." Jack stepped forward from the helm. "Very well, I confess. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew at Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts out."
The two marines stared at the pirate incredulously before Murtogg raised his rifle in warning. "I said no lies!"
Mullroy leaned over to whisper in Murtogg's ear. "I think he's telling the truth."
"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us!" Murtogg shot back.
"Unless he knew you wouldn't believe the truth, even if he told it to you." Jack chimed in.
Elizabeth fanned herself desperately in an almost futile effort to get some more air, multiple formally dressed guests were chatting amongst themselves around her.
Norrington approached Elizabeth. "Can I have a moment?"
When she nodded her assent, Norrington led her away from the crowd and towards the battlements overlooking Port Royal Bay. Elizabeth struggled to steady herself against one of the pillars, fanning herself hastily to catch her breath.
"Uh, you look lovely, Elizabeth." Norrington complimented Elizabeth on her dress.
"Y... Yes..." Elizabeth chuckled softly and half-heartedly but was clearly uncomfortable from the corset.
"I, uh, apologize if I seem forward, but I... must speak my mind." Norrington began awkwardly. "This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved."
Norrington turned to look at her. "A marriage to a fine woman... And you have become a fine woman, Elizabeth."
"I... I can't breathe..!" Elizabeth wheezed on the verge of passing out.
Norrington obliviously turned his back to Elizabeth. "Yes, I... I'm a bit nervous myself."
At that moment, Elizabeth finally fainted and toppled over the ledge, plummeting towards the rocky waters a hundred feet below.
*SPLASH!*
"-and then, they made me their chief..." Jack paused in his story with the two marines now holding their muskets passively, all three of them turning to stare at the splash zone.
"Elizabeth?" Norrington finally turned around, noticing Elizabeth's absence. Glancing around and then downwards, he realized as he saw the froth in the seawater indicating Elizabeth's fall. "ELIZABETH!"
Hastily about to shed his uniform and dive after her, he was stopped by one of his subordinates.
"The rocks! Sir, it's a miracle she missed them!"
Completely unresponsive, Elizabeth sank deeper towards the bottom of the bay.
Back aboard the Interceptor, Jack, Mullroy and Murtogg watched the scene unfold.
"Will you be saving her, then?" Jack asked Mullroy.
"I can't swim!" Dee said with a helpless shrug.
Jack then glanced at Murtogg who stared back at him, indicating he couldn't swim either.
"Pride of the King's Navy, you are!" Jack scoffed before handing his coat, hat, flintlock and sword to the two marines. "Do not lose these. If you do, you'll be having permanent problems with your breathing."
Shivering in dread, Jack climbed over the railing and dove into the water to save the drowning person.
As the unconscious Elizabeth kept sinking, the medallion slipped free of her bodice and released a powerful tremor that rippled far through the seawater.
Aboard the Interceptor, both Mullroy and Murtogg noticed the strange pulse that seemed to course through... everything, causing them to exchange dumbstruck looks.
"What was that?" Murtogg asked Mullroy, who simply shrugged.
A strong wind suddenly blew across the dock, surprising the marines as it caused the ship's flag to start billowing in the opposite direction and nearly blew their hats off.
Just as Elizabeth's body finally hit bottom, Jack reached her and hefted her up. Discovering the dress on her to be unhelpfully restrictive, he ripped it off and made a break for the surface, where Mullroy and Murtogg were already waiting to help out.
"She's not breathing!" Mullroy said in alarm as Elizabeth was laid down onto the dock, still passed out.
"Move!" Jack said as he shoved Mullroy aside with a knife in hand, which he then used to cut open the corset, allowing Elizabeth to wake up spitting out water and gasping.
"Never would've thought of that..." Mullroy admitted while Murtogg was flustered with the ruined corset just tossed into his arms.
"Clearly, you've never been to Singapore." Jack said to Mullroy before looking down at Elizabeth and noticing the medallion around her neck, recognizing the golden design. "Where did you get that?"
*SHING!*
"On your feet."
Looking up to see Norrington's sword, along with several muskets held by several freshly arrived marines, pointed at her head, Jack calmly stood up and backed away.
"Elizabeth!" Swann showed up and helped Elizabeth to her feet. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Elizabeth confirmed.
Swann then noticed Murtogg holding Elizabeth's torn corset. Murtogg promptly dropped the garment and pointed at Jack to avoid getting in trouble.
Swann diverted his glare to Jack, hissing as he draped a blanket over Elizabeth. "Shoot him!"
"Father!" Elizabeth protested before addressing Norrington. "Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?"
Norrington sheathed his sword and offered his hand. "I believe thanks are in order."
Jack hesitantly reached out to accept the handshake, only for his reluctance to be justified when Norrington suddenly grabbed his wrist and rolled up the wet sleeve to reveal a 'P' branded into his forearm.
"Had a brush with the East Indian Trading company, did we, pirate?"
Swann glared at Jack again. "Hang him!"
"Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette, fetch some irons." Norrington commanded, then noticed the tattoo of a bird flying into the horizon on Jack's arm just above the "P" mark. "Well, well... Wild Card Jack, isn't it?"
"I also go by Captain Jack D. Sparrow, if you please, sir." Jack elaborated. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"D.?!" Swann stared at Jack in surprise, pulling his daughter back away.
"Well, I don't see your ship... Captain." Norrington looked around mockingly. "Or a crew, for that matter."
"I'm actually in the market for both, as it were." Jack explained.
"He said he's come to commandeer one." Murtogg informed Norrington.
"Told ya he was telling the truth. These are his, sir." Mullroy said as he handed his superior Jack's possessions.
Norrington inspected Jack's belongings, starting with the flintlock pistol. "No additional shots nor powder."
Dropping it for the compass, Norrington raised a brow as the needle pointed in Elizabeth's direction instead of behind him. "A compass that doesn't point North."
Dropping it, Norrington pulled out the sheathed cutlass, revealing it to be worn and rusty. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
"But you have heard of me." Jack said with a gesture, only for Norrington to suddenly yank him along to be put in irons.
"Commodore, I really must protest!" Elizabeth complained as she followed them.
"Carefully, Lieutenant." Norrington instructed Gillete, ignoring Elizabeth.
"Pirate or not, this man saved my life." Elizabeth reminded Norrington.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness." Norrington refuted.
"Though, it seems enough to condemn him." Jack noted.
"Indeed." Norrington bluntly agreed.
After finished with slapping irons onto the pirate, Gillette moved away from Jack.
"Finally." Jack murmured before he quickly wrapped his irons around Elizabeth's neck and held her in front as a shield.
The marines aimed their weapons.
"No, don't shoot!" Swann pleaded.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." Jack joked to the frantic governor before turning to Norrington. "Commodore Norrington, my effects please."
Norrington hesitated while Swann shot him an indignant look for endangering Elizabeth.
"Commodore~" Jack drawled.
Norrington scowled and grabbed Jack's belongings from Mullroy.
"Elizabeth. It is Elizabeth, isn't it?" Jack asked.
"It's Miss Swann." Elizabeth answered curtly.
"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind." Jack said while Norrington handed the effects over to Elizabeth. "Come, come, dear. We don't have all day."
Jack snatched up the pistol and aimed it at Elizabeth's head as she was forced to turn around so the two were facing each other. "Now if you'd be very kind."
Elizabeth angrily strapped on Jack's sword and put his hat on.
"Easy on the goods, darling," Jack murmured as he enjoyed their glares.
"You're despicable." Elizabeth snarled.
"Sticks and stones, love." Jack brushed her insult off. "I saved your life, you save mine, we're square."
Jack spun Elizabeth back around to face the marines. "Gentlemen, milady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Wild Card Jack!"
With that, Jack shoved Elizabeth away into Norrington's arms as he made his escape.
He grabbed a nearby rope connected to a crane and kicked it's belaying pin. This released a cannon used as a counterweight that lifted Jack high into the air. The cannon fell and smashed through the dock, causing a few marines to fall into the water beneath.
As Jack reached the top of the crane, it began to pivot and turn, sending him swinging around in a circle.
"Now, will you shoot him?!" Swann shouted impatiently.
"Open fire!" Norrington ordered and the marines opened up with their muskets. However, their efforts and accuracy were for naught as they all witnessed many bullets passing through's Jack's body and exiting in puffs of smoke instead of blood.
"Hahaha! Wrong metal, schmucks!" Jack, current Smoke-Smoke Logia, cackled managed to swing over on top of another crane further down the dock, plumes of smoke wafting off his body and covering his tracks.
"Give me that!" Norrington grabbed Murtogg's musket and aimed, the entire rifle turning glossy black in his grip.
*BANG!*
Everyone surrounding him winced at the much louder sound Norrington's shot made, especially when Jack's loud yelp of pain followed. "Tch! I aimed for his head! He must have Observation to go along with that ability."
Handing Murtogg back his musket, Norrington galvanized the marines to take chase. "On his heels!"
Dropping down nearby, Jack hissed as he gingerly fingered the missing notch of his right ear before keeping on his escape. The marines continued firing and narrowly missing Jack as he flew across a stone bridge, eliciting shocked cries from nearby townspeople, disappearing into the streets of Port Royal just as Norrington and Gillette arrived on the scene.
"Gillette, Wild Card has a dawn appointment with the gallows." Norrington informed his lieutenant. "I would hate for him to miss it."
William huffed as he finally entered into the forge, frowning from the memory of being shot by a marine's stray bullet. Sure, it hadn't hurt him but it was the principle of the matter!
Removed his coat and spotting his boss, Mr. Brown, passed out in a chair with a bottle of rum in his hand, Will scoffed. "Right where I left you."
Tossing his coat aside and switched his gaze to his anvil near the forge, William noticed a bucket filled with water along with a soaked rag in it atop the anvil. "Not where I left you."
Looking around suspiciously, Will searched around for more discrenpancies until his eyes landed on a hat. A hat that neither Will nor Mr. Brown owned. "Now, who left you?"
"That'd be me." The flat end of a sabre smacked the back of his outstretched hand, causing William to back away when the blade swiftly moved up to his neck, allowing Jack to retrieve his hat.
Noting the small bit of red trailing down Jack's right sleeve, William glared in realization. "You're the one they're hunting. The pirate."
"You seem somewhat familiar." Jack hummed in curious recognition. "Have I threatened you somewhere before?"
William scowled. "I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."
"Ah. Then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So if you'll excuse me..." Jack said, deciding William was no threat as the former turned his back on the latter, only to pause when William grabbed one of the hanging blades and pointed it forward. "Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?"
"You threatened Betty." William accused with a glare.
"Betty? Betty... Ah, Miss Elizabeth Swann, you mean." Jack tapped his sabre against William's, letting the metals ring out as he dragged it along. "I only threatened her a little."
With that, the two men began dueling, exchanging parries and thrusts with speed, precision, and skill. Despite being much younger, William had no problem matching Jack.
"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that. Excellent form." Jack complimented William's prowess. "But how's your footwork? If I step here..."
Jack shifted a step in a circular motion. William stepped the other way with a smirk, maintaining his position opposite to Jack as they exchanged a few more blows.
"Good. And now I step again..." Jack said as they continued dueling in a circular motion until they stood opposite of their starting positions, with the pirate now backing the entrance. "Ta~!"
Promptly sheathing his sword, Jack turned around and made for his escape. Surprised and angry at being tricked, William gathered ice into an orb in his spare hand and flung it at the door, causing ice to spread over it upon impact.
"...I didn't know that you possessed the Chill-Chill power." Jack huffed as he turned around and sauntered back towards William via a tilted wagon. "And this really bothers me since I knew the last person who owned that power. Which means that since you're a Logia, and I'm a Logia..."
Jack paused to stare down at William, smoke wafting off his body and thickening in density as he raised his sword and imbued with his Armament, all traces of playfulness gone now. "I actually have to take you seriously-"
Jack stilled before cursing and turning about just as something smashed through frozen entrance, a mighty shockwave echoing through the forge as Norrington locked armament-imbued blades with Jack hard enough to send Will flying from the shockwave. "Hey there, Commodore!"
"Wild Card, you have an appointment with the gallows tomorrow." Casting a glance at the surrounding ice and the dazed Will clutching the back of his head. "Excellent work, Mr. Turner. You've assisted in the capture of a fugitive."
"Just doing... my civic duty... sir..." Will replied, his speech a bit slurred from hitting his head against the wall without using his power quickly enough.
"No, no. Mr. Turner here almost assisted the capture of a fugitive." Jack protested as the surrounding smoke densified and compressed into small cannons that fired at Norrington after Jack kicked him back. "[Smoke Cannonade]!"
Using his sword to cut through two of the four smoke cannonballs, Norrington dodged the third one before diverting the fourth to smash it's way out through a wall.
"Tch! Let's up the ante, then, shall we?" Creating four more smoke cannons, the fired shots flew at Norrington even faster than before.
Unlike before, Norrington cut everyone of them down as they reached him, even as the impact sent him back a meter for each attack.
Shifting into a steady stance, Norrington counteracted with a heavy swing. "[Arondight Impact]!"
Jack barely managed to cross his arms and harden his entire body with Armament before the imbued shockwave of the heavy swing slammed into him, smashing his body as half the entire back of the forge got obliterated from the attack.
"Huh... I almost expect you to get torn apart from that swing, but here you are, still alive." Norrington commented as he glared down at Jack's unconscious body. "Pirate, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Wild Card Jack almost escaped custody of the Navy."
William looked around the destroyed forge and raised his arm-
"Do not fret, Mr. Turner. I shall personally pay for the damages wrought to this forge, if only that you keep producing blades as magnificent as this one." Norrington sheathed his sword after gesturing with it, then signaled to the marines that just arrived while Will lowered his raised arm. "Clap this man in Seastone cuffs and take him away."
"Cough, cough!" A pile of rubble gave way, revealing the drunken Mr. Brown as he finally woke up. "Wha? What happened?"
KingVessel: Hey, hey. Don't you just love how even the most basic One Piece-level fight gets crazy destructive?