Hello. Thank you for reading! Here is chapter 5, Jack and Will's fight and more. Read and review!
I apologise profusely for taking a month to update, but there is nothing I can do about it now. I really hope you enjoy this chapter. A reader's comment helped me a lot, they said that I didn't have to describe the scenes that I don't change from the film, as everyone knows what happens. The fight, however, is detailed as I had already written it but from now on I think I am going to summarise scenes that I am not changing, so I can get on with the story. Although from this chapter onwards, I think I am changing every scene. Enjoy!
The Blacksmiths:
Half a dozen of Norrington's men jogged past the damaged, wooden statue Jack was using as a hiding place. Seeing the coast was clear, he scurried out from behind the wooden man and into the adjacent doors of Port Royal's blacksmiths.
The Captain swept his gaze over the dimly lit room to make sure it was empty. He noticed several work in progresses scattered about, wagon wheels, gates, pipes, cannons. However the workbench was pristine, neat and tidy. Jack wobbled over to it and lifted a heavy-duty hammer from its holder, in the hope of using it to break the irons restricting his hands.
Jack swung around, unsteadily, when he heard something drop to the hay-covered floor. He acknowledged, for the first time, the drunk and unconscious Mr. Brown, wearing a leather blacksmith's apron, slumped and snoring on a stool in the far corner of the room. He cautiously picked his way across the room to inspect the sleeping man. Jack gingerly prodded Mr. Brown's shoulder, to see if he was sober enough to wake; he was not.
"Whoa!" Jack suddenly called loudly, confirming the man's drunken state. He returned to his earlier actions, trying to remove the iron chain around his hands. Jack angrily whacked the large hammer to the metal, receiving no damage to the irons. Jack gritted his gold teeth in frustration as he feebly tried to yank the metal apart. He looked around for another means of escape, and saw the heavy cogs connected to the contraption used to hold and move the swords, a plan forming. Jack picked up a white-hot poker and spurred the donkey attached to the machinery. The animal sprung forward in pain, and the cogs began to noisily grind. Jack held the chain in the path of the crushing cogs, which effortlessly broke the metal. Jack was free.
The Captain swung around in panic when, the latch on the door was lifted and the door opened. Jack ducked into hiding as William entered.
Will jumped down off the ledge to calm the donkey, then noticed his boss asleep in the corner, "Right where I left you" he said. Will turned to his workbench and the hammer Jack had left strewn over the top of it. "Not where I left you" he said in confusion.
Will noticed a worn, brown leather hat - Jack's hat - and he stretched his hand to pick it up, a question mark clear on his face.
The flat side of Jack's sword slapped him on the back of his hand, stopping William from touching the beloved hat.
"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate." Will worked out as Jack held his sword in defence position.
"You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?" Jack asked confused.
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." Will answered with disgust, making no attempt to cover his dislike.
"Ah, well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me?" Jack said in mock polite, as he turned to pick up his hat. Will grabbed the nearest sword and held it to Jack.
"Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" he continued amused.
"You threatened Miss Swann" William explained angrily.
"Only a little." Jack mused he as stroked Will's sword with his own, then lunged forward with his blade. The two men traded feints, thrusts and parries with lightning speed, almost impossible to follow. Will had no trouble matching Jack.
The two skilled swordsmen parried for a while then Jack admitted, "You know what your doing, I'll give you that. Excellent form … but how's your footwork?"
"If I step here? …" Jack continued whilst he crossed his feet, "very good!" as Will answered with the correct movements. "Now I step again" and Jack lunged once more.
"Ta" he thanked as he sheathed his sword and sashayed towards the door. Will realised the test of footwork was a trick, to remove Will from Jack's path to the door. He threw his sword at the wood, placing its point through the latch, barring Jack's exit.
The Captain, try as he might, could not remove the sword so he turned back to Will and complimented "That is a wonderful trick. Except, once again you are between me and my way out … and now you have no weapon." Jack smiled as William worriedly backed off. Thinking quickly, he snatched the rod with the white-hot tip Jack had used to spur the donkey, and held it in defence. Frowning, Jack started the battle once again.
Whilst duelling, Jack asked, "Who makes all these?" gesturing to the swords and weapons hung all over the walls.
"I do, and I practice with them three hours a day!" Will answered proudly.
"You need to find yourself a girl, mate!" Jack commented as he threw a knife at Will.
"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 continued, as the two men paused in battle and stared one another down. "You're not a eunuch, are you?" Jack asked, looking towards Will's breeches.
"I practice three hours a day, so when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"
"Ah"
The two men went back to battling. They jumped onto a cart and it began to sway, unbalancing the two fighters. Will managed to hook a knife into the broken chain on Jack's left wrist; he threw it up, embedding it into the wooden beam. Jack stomped on a loose plank in the cart, knocking Will off the back. Jack hoisted himself up, using his body weight to free himself just as William climbed back on the cart. Jack landed on his side of the cart painfully and heavily, throwing William up into the rafters. Jack confused, looked around in search of the young blacksmith. Will cut free a heavy sack, which then vaulted his opponent to the beams above, so the two men could carry on their battle.
A minute later finds Jack Sparrow with his gun pointed at a rather sandy William Turner.
"You cheated!" Will accused his enemy.
"Pirate" Jack simply explained with a look of 'what did you expect?'. The doors rattled wildly as Norrington's men tried to battle the door open.
"Move away!" Jack pleaded.
"No!"
"Please move!" begged Jack.
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape." Will said firmly.
"This shot is not meant for you." Jack announced, gaining a confused expression from Will.
A crash of shattering glass tainted the silence in the blacksmiths as shards fell over Jack's shoulders. The Captain fell forward and elegantly hit the straw covered ground, unconscious.
Port Royal's prison cells:
Several hours later Jack found himself sitting behind bars waiting for his death in the morning.
How could you be so stupid? You sorry excuse for a pirate! You're pathetic, foolish, cocky, incompetent, and arrogant! … Wait! What am I talking about? I'm charming! I mean, come on, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! … Although, I did just get beat by a drunken fat oaf and his scrawny, annoying whelp of an apprentice. Stupid bottle! … What about earlier? The girl, Tallulah…Lulu. God she was an angel, my sort of angel. That body! Christ! And those EYES! They were bloody beautiful. In all my years at sea, I've never seen anything as special or anything as stunning as Tallulah Swann; not the breathtaking sunset over the blue oceanic horizon, not a bottle of rum, not all the lasses in Tortuga combined. Nothing is as beautiful as her, not even the Pearl. … Jesus! What am I saying? My Pearl is by far the most beautiful thing to my eyes … isn't it? She wasn't that gorgeous, was she? What did she look like again? … Elegant, rose mouth, perfect smooth nose with adorable freckles decorating it, strong striking cheekbones, thick dark eyelashes surrounding the most angelic, magnetic, exquisite, beautiful pools of blue I've ever seen … No, she is definitely an angel, my angel. Her body was so flawless that I wouldn't put it past God to have put her on earth just to punish me, torture me. … Long legs tangled in the damp, sheer fabric of her under-dress … her hips protruding just far enough to define her exquisite, small waist … her perfectly formed breasts, the perfect size, large but not too, and round and magnificent … and perfect! … Ooh! A slight twitch in Jack's crotch drew his attention. Oh crap! … Hector Barbossa … Hector Barbossa … Hector Barbossa. … Phew! Crisis averted! Damn my colourful and vivid imagination; imagining her naked, what was I thinking? You know what your like! … Tallulah … ahhhh …
The prisoners in the adjoining cell were making a fair amount of noise whistling, calling and waving a bone at the guard dog holding the prison keys in its jaws. "Want a nice juicy bone?" one of the men said in desperation.
"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move." Jack informed them with a smirk.
"Oh, excuse us if we haven' resigned ourselves to the gallows jus' yet." One defended.
Chuckling, Jack turned his head down and resumed his thoughts of Tallulah and her striking ocean eyes.
A few minutes later:
Cannon fire echoed of the stonewalled cells.
"I know those guns." Jack exclaimed in excitement. He stood and grasped the bars of the small window. "It's the Pearl!" he murmured.
"The Black Pearl?" One of the other prisoners asked in fear. "I've 'eard stories. She's been preyin' on ships and settlements for near ten years … Never leaves any survivors."
"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" Jack asked amused. The prisoners were stumped. They crowded around their small window to catch sight of the destruction below.
Half an hour later:
A cannon from the attacking vessel flew towards the outer wall of the prison, dangerously blasting a large hole in the rock. The hole provided a decent escape route for the prisoners in the cell next to Jack.
As the last prisoner climbed through the gaping hole, he turned to Jack and said, "My sympathies, friend. You've no manner of luck at all?" before jumping though.
Jack then stretched his ring-clad hand through the bars of his cell and grabbed the bone the previous prisoners had used to try and get the attention of the shaggy dog in the corner. The Captain then presented the bone to the animal and whistled. "Come on, doggy. It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack. Come on. Come on, good boy." The dog edged forward. "That a good boy. Come on! Bit closer, bit closer. That's it, that's it doggy … Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." A loud crash from above the stairs scared the scruffy dog away, "no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. It didn't …" a second crash fills the air as the prison guard was thrown down the stone steps of the prison.
Two pirates, Jack recognised as Twigg and Koehler, came roughly down the stairs pulling a blonde woman in between them, her head bowed whilst she struggled against their grimy hands.
"This ain't the armoury." Twigg commented as he looked around, noticing Jack.
Koehler exclaims "Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." At this the blonde girl ceased her struggling and looked up. Jack muffled a gasp as he saw magnetic, ocean blue eyes. Tallulah!
Twigg spat on the straw covered ground and said, "Las' time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinkin' into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much."
Jack recovered from the shock of seeing the young girl and said, "Worry about you own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers."
Freeing Tallulah's arm, Koehler grabbed Jack's throat through the bars, the moonlight revealing his decaying arm, "So there is a curse … that's interesting." Jack mused. Tallulah was once again shocked into stillness as her eyes swept over the skeletal arm of Koehler.
"You know nothing of Hell." He replied to Jack.
Recovering from the shock, Tallulah realised she only had one guard holding her and started to struggle with aggression, "Let me go! … Please!" she begged, as Koehler released Jack and tried to grab Lulu's other arm, which she was throwing about. Her balled up fist met Twigg's jaw rather forcefully throwing him backwards into the wall. With no hands to stop her she ran from the men. The sound of a pistol clicking made her freeze and slowly turn to face Koehler pointing his gun at her head. Twigg, nursing his jaw said, "Jesus, she's bloody strong! … Maybe not worth it mate. We'll never get her to shut up, or keep still. We would probably come off worse than she would, after." He was talking about their plans for Tallulah. They had spotted her in the chaos and, considering her beauty, decided they would take her somewhere quiet later, and have some fun.
"You think, Twigg?" Koehler asked uncertain, his hungry eyes roaming over Tallulah's nightdress, much to Jack's annoyance.
"Aye, mate. Far too much trouble."
Jack mocked, "Bitten off more than you can chew, Lads?"
"Shut it!" Koehler sneered. "What do we do with her Twigg? We can't just let her go."
"Don't know. I wouldn't feel righ' about killin' her. You know morality an' all." Twigg said as he scratched his neck.
"Morality?" Tallulah asked in wonder, "So, let's get this straight, you would easily rape me, with no regrets or conscience, but you wouldn't want to kill me because that would be immoral?" She asked in outrage and disbelief.
"Quiet, you!" Twigg ordered, "See what I mean, she doesn't keep her opinions to herself, and stuff. Just yells them at us." He said remembering the comment she had made on the way here about his teeth and hat and personal hygiene.
"We could lock her up, I suppose" Koehler offered as he cornered the scruffy mutt holding the keys.
"Yeah, yeah. Lets do that." Twigg agreed, thinking it would be a shock in the morning for the guards to find a young woman in the prison cell.
Koehler stretched his hand, to the mutt, through a patch of moonlight, revealing his skeletal form. The guard dog yelped in fear, dropping his ring of keys. The two pirates chuckled as the mutt ran off up the stairs. Grabbing the rattling, rusty ring, Koehler tottered to the cell adjoining to Jack's and stabbed a key into the lock. After struggling with the stiff metal door, he successfully flung it open, only to realise the huge gaping hole in the opposite wall.
"Damn. What do we do now?" Koehler asked Twigg in annoyance.
"What? It was your idea to put her in there."
"No you blithering idiot. Look. … The wall. Blind fool." Koehler yelled.
"Alright, alright. Just put her in with Sparrow." Twigg tried.
"Fine. I don't care. Lets just get rid of her." Koehler agreed as he unlocked Jack's cell and cocked his pistol at is former Captain. "Not one move, you."
Twigg forcefully grabbed Tallulah by her hair and flung her through the door and onto the filthy ground.
"Ah! Mindless, inane, cretins!" Tallulah muttered under her breath, earning a low chuckle from Jack.
The two foul pirates locked the iron door loudly and stomped fiercely back up the stairs.
Thank God! I'm safe … ish. … He's staring at me. Do something you foolish girl! … God he's pretty! Tallulah thought.
O God! Tallulah. What do I do? Jeez, I'm staring. Do something! Help her up. Yeah, be a gentlemen, for once.
Jack gingerly stepped forward and offered Miss Swann his hand. She took it and he helped her to her feet.
"T…Thank you." She said shakily, his touch affecting her greatly. They both sat on the stone bench underneath the barred window, as far from each other as possible, trying to avoid one another not knowing how to act.
"Pleasant evening, isn't it? Lula offered sarcastically.
"One of the best." Jack chuckled, as did Tallulah.
After a rather awkward silence Jack decided to break the ice, "I'm sorry, Lu- Miss Swann."
"What about, Captain?"
"Earlier … you know the whole threatening thing down at the docks." Jack explained uncomfortably.
"Don't worry, it was the least I could do." Tallulah smiled, lighting up her eyes magically; throwing Jack off for a second. He couldn't help smiling back at her, and not one of his cocky smirks, a proper, genuine smile.
"What do you mean, Luv?" Jack asked, confused.
"You were right. … You saved my life, and I saved yours, we're 'square'" she explained, giggling as she used Jacks earlier word.
"Alright, we're even. But I can't help thinking that we haven't had a proper introduction." He smiled. Jack relaxed, he felt comfortable with the young girl.
"Ok then." Tallulah smiled as she gracefully stood and presented her hand.
Jack stood opposite and bowed low, taking Tallulah's hand gently.
"Miss Tallulah Alayna Swann. It is a pleasure to know you sir." Tallulah announced mock formally; with a small smile adorning her perfect features.
Jack bowed his head, with a happy grin, and brushed his lips, tenderly, to Tallulah's bare hand. "Captain Jack Sparrow at you service; and I assure you, the pleasure is all mine, Miss Swann."
"Please … call me Tallulah" she asked shamelessly.
"As you wish, Love. Call me Jack?"
"Of course … Jack." She smiled. Tallulah felt instantly at ease with the Captain, like she had known him for years. His smile opened up his face and made him even more beautiful – if that was even possible.
"May I ask how a young lady, like yourself, got into a predicament with the likes of Twigg and Koehler?" Jack wondered.
"Well, I suppose it began when I was woken by the sound of cannon fire. …" she began
Tallulah launched into the gruelling tale of that evening …
Thank you so much for reading. I'm not so sure about this chapter, so any comments will be gladly accepted. Do you like how I've changed it? The next chapter will explain how Tallulah's evening went so don't worry about that. Sorry again for taking so long. Lots and lots of Love, Evangeline xxx