A Pirate's Life For Me: Captain Jack Sparrow

Chapter 3

Along the way, she saw the groups of soldiers inspecting each street, looking for the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. He's probably already far away from here (Y/n) thought. Being honest, (Y/n) thought her interaction with the pirate was rather... thrilling. Never had anything gotten her heart to race like it did when Jack held her. That got her thinking, 'was it the experience, or being held against Jack Sparrow's chest?'

When she got to Mr. Brown's smithy shop, she heard talking inside. (Y/n) was confused, for Mr. Brown was usually passed out drunk on a barrel. One of the voices she knew to be Will's, but the other she couldn't place. It was familiar, though. It was when she heard the unmistakable sound of swords clashing did she open the door.

"(Y/n)!" Will stated, a sword in his hand. The dreadlocks (Y/n) saw from the other man alerted her who Will was fighting. Here was the man the Navy was searching for.

Jack turned around, slightly shocked to see the girl he threatened before in trousers with a sword hanging from her side. She seemed like one of those high-class ladies that didn't give a damn about other people. Well, until she defended him.

Walking down the ramp, slowly, (Y/n) joined Will's side, hand gripping her sword's hilt. She wondered what Jack was doing here when she saw his hands free. The chains holding his hands together were broken.

"Hello, luv." Jack said, smirking. "Now, if you'll excuse me. Ta." He walked back towards the door intending to escape, but Will threw his sword with deadly accuracy above the doors lock, barely missing Jack's face.

"Nice shot." (Y/n) muttered.

"Thanks." Will said back.

Jack looked back at the boy in shock, stopping the sword from moving. The pirate struggled to lift the board from the door, repeatedly attempting to open it. He looked back at Will, annoyed.

"(Y/n), stay behind me." Will said. (Y/n) didn't argue. She could stand up for herself, but she knew when she should not fight. Battling a pirate in swordplay was dangerous enough, but if you only knew the basics, you were dead meat.

"That is a wonderful little trick." Jack said, waltzing forward. "Except, once again, you are between me and my way out. And now," Jack drew his sword, "you have no weapon."

Will reached behind him and grabbed a sword which was heating in the fire, the tip white hot and scalding. Jack's smirk dropped for a moment. The donkey which controlled the gears and machine which held all of Will's tools brayed in fear, obviously bothered by the heated sword, whatever that was about. (Y/n) drew her own sword, just in case.

Jack, attempting to get away through the machine, ran to the side, to which Will matched, their swords meeting. Sparks flew from Will's as he struck it against the pirate's. They attacked and parried until Jack used the chains around his wrists to flick away Will's sword.

"Will!" (Y/n) shouted, and threw her own sword towards her friend. He caught it, and continued his fight with the pirate. They fought around the poles, swinging their swords.

"Who makes all these?!" Jack asked, looking at the tens of swords on display.

"I do!" Will said as he clashed his sword with Jack's. "And I practice with them" he turned once more "three hours a day!"

Jack threw a hammer a Will, which landed near (Y/n). She picked it up in case Jack got any funny ideas.

"You need to find yourself a girl, mate." Jack said, grabbing another hammer as Will grabbed another sword. They fought until they were at an impasse, holding their weapons above their heads as Jack spoke. "Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is because you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet." Jack's face fell as he said, "You're not a eunuch, are you?" He didn't see (Y/n) sneaking up behind him, hammer held high, but he knew she was there.