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BY: Erica*** Captain Jack Sparrow ran madly through the streets of Port Royal. The officers of the British Royal Navy were hot on his trail after the pirate had threatened the life of the governor's own daughter, Elizabeth Swann, to save his own. He quickly ducked for cover behind an old statue, just as a troop of guards ran past. As soon as they were clear of him, Jack backed his way into the city's blacksmith shop where, after numerous unsuccessful attempts, he was able to break the chain connecting the shackles that bound his wrists. Unexpectedly, the blacksmith's apprentice, young Will Turner, entered the shop after delivering the finest sword he ever crafted to Governor Swann's home for Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony. Jack once again had to dive for cover to avoid being found by whoever was entering. As soon as Will entered the shop he had called home for the past eight years, he noticed something was amiss. Mr. Brown, the master blacksmith, was right where Will had left him, sleeping off the effects of his alcoholism in a chair in the corner. Bessie the mule, however, was all in a tiff as though she had been spooked. Will gently calmed the poor animal before walking the modest shop to see what could have frightened the mule. As he reached for a hat that did not fit at all in the blacksmith shop, nor in the whole of the city of Port Royal, a sword came sharply down, flat upon his hand, effectively causing Will to pull his hand back in surprise and a bit of pain. Captain Jack Sparrow stepped out of hiding. "It`s you," Will gasped in astonishment as the pirate was revealed to him. He let his gaze wander over the strange appearance of the man standing before him. He took in the wild dress and the untamed hair upon which now sat the three cornered hat which had caught Will's attention before. But what now captured the young man's attention were Jack's eyes. The dark, enigmatic orbs seemed to possess the ability to stare right through Will, straight down to the deepest corners of his soul. "You`re the one they`re hunting. The pirate," he spat, drawing a blade from a post next to where he was standing. "You seem somewhat familiar," Jack replied, also drawing his blade, "have I threatened you before?" Will took his time sizing up his opponent. He watched the pirate carefully and intently, attempting to predict his moves before he even thought of making them. Then he struck. Will lunged at the pirate, trying to skewer the brigand with a passion that amazed Jack. "I try to avoid familiarity with pirates," Will sneered in response to Jack's question while continuing his onslaught. Swords clanged and rang as the pair maintained their duel. "You wound me, Will," Jack pouted. "What's wrong, Jack? A big, bad pirate like yourself can`t handle a few harsh words spoken in jest?" Will mocked. It was an old game. A game they played each time Jack rolled into port, found himself in trouble, and took refuge in the familiar blacksmith shop. Will and Jack had met some time ago, on a rare chance, when Jack had been in Port Royal searching for news about his beloved ship, the Black Pearl. After Will's initial attempts to kill the pirate, the two men grew quite close, and eventually began an affair that lasted to this very day. "No, Will, I`m serious. You wounded me, look." Jack held up his hand, dripping with blood from a particularly nasty cut, for emphasis. "Oh! Jack, love, I`m so sorry!" Will exclaimed rushing over, carefully taking Jack's injured hand into his own. "Here," he said grabbing a spare cloth off the counter, "let me bandage that for you." When Will finished wrapping the cut, he placed a gentle kiss atop the makeshift bandage and wrapped his hands protectively around that of the pirate. "You always take such good care of me, love," Jack cooed. "It's the least I can do for my favorite pirate," Will replied leaning in and placing a meaningful kiss on Jack's lips. "Welcome home, love. I missed you." |
