Deep water {willxjack }

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Hi there

This is one of my rare-pairs and I had to make fanfic for them seeing as there isn't much out there. As always thanks for reading and ilysm.

Also sorry that I took down almost all of my books. I have to do a revision and a restructuring of everything and in the original of this book I wanted to keep Elizabeth as the strong, independent badass that she became in the movies but it turned out trash and she ended up as this whiny, spoilt, rich kid, and I hated how I had written her but I was too lazy to rewrite it then so I'm doing it now.

That was a lot of reading with no pause. Bad writing at its finest.

Anyway thanks for giving this book a chance, even after that complete and total train wreck of an info dump, and if you've read the previous version and are reading the new one now, please let me know what you think, or if you're a new reader for that matter.

I will say it once again, thank you so much for reading this, it really means a lot to me and I know this is overused but it's the truth so yeah. Love yall lots and now on with the book.

Bi.

Third person pov

"Gentlemen, my lady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jack exclaims as he shoves Miss Swann toward the group of Royal Navy soldiers before grabbing hold of a rope dangling from a stationary crane.

He swings away from the entire troop of soldiers led by none other than Commodore Norrington.

It was a shame that the darling Elizabeth didn't think it fit to properly thank him but she did help him, even if was against her will. (Pun not intended.)

He hears them as they scramble after him, and once he's too far too catch up with, they resort to shooting at him as he flees through the docks and into the town, before he hides cleverly behind a statue and the soldiers run straight past him.

He steps out from behind the statue and sees more soldiers along the street and decides to enter the building that he stands in front of. Which turns out to be a smithery.

"Maybe now I can finally get these infernal chains off!"  he thinks, hopeful of finding something within the smithery that would help him in his quest.

He carefully makes his way to a relatively small anvil and is about to begin trying to break the shackles from around his wrists, when to someone drops a bottle to the ground from behind him. He spins around to see the blacksmith sitting in a chair, hidden in the shadows of the barn.

Cautiously and slowly he steps toward the seemingly unconscious man, ready to turn around and run out of the smithery if needs be. He prods the man in the shoulder, and then again in his cheek, but draws no response from the inebriated man.

Then he suddenly shouts at him (which under different circumstances would be hilarious), just to make sure that he was really and truly unconscious before he makes his way to the anvil, once more trying to remove his shackles.

He fails a few times before noticing a strange machine, comprising of complicated looking gears and bars, all attached to the harness of a mule. He pulls a red hot piece of metal from the furnace and the fear of being branded gets the mule moving. He throws the chain of his shackles over the teeth of the bigger gear and just as he thought the chain is snapped as the gears rotate.