Nothing new is going on. I've decided to thank my reviewers! Thank you!! I did realize I haven't gotten any flames. That suprises me a bit. Quick warning: I went a bit overboard with some of the British slang. Oh well.

Disclamer: If I owned PotC then I probably could afford to eat something other than Top Ramen every day....Who am I kidding? I love Ramen!

'This place has quite a few interesting toys. I can probably use one or two to get these irons off.'

So I'm looking around a bit and I see this sleeping bloke. He appears to have a bottle with him.


'Ah, good. He's passed out. That should help this process along smother.'

There are too many things in this place and I haven't a bloody clue as too which one to use in my current situation. This is far too complicated.

'It really shouldn't be this hard. Right, the hammer doesn't work. Perhaps that giant whell over there can do the trick?'

Luckily, for me, the wheel is able to snap the chain. And just as someone's entering; that's rather lucky.

'Who is this? Well, he looks quite familiar. I swear I've seen him before. Bloody 'ell this'll be bothering me 'til I get really smashed.'

So, the poncy bugger takes a look around, he must run the place, and after calming the donkey down, says, "Right where I left you."

'Perhaps, the old drunk is his boss. Doesn't seem like a bad mate to work for.'

"Not where I left you."

'Oh, bloody Hell! Apparently, he finds himself to be clever. No, he is not about to touch my hat.'

So, I step out to fetch my hat and possibly skewer the boy if he touches it. I don't let anyone lay a finger on my hat.

"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate."

'Good Lord, is he the only moderately bright person in this port? Really he's the only one to realize I'm a pirate. Bleeding- Who does he look like? Well, mind as well ask him.....'

"You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?" I put the question out a bit interestingly to make it seem as though it's not conserning me too much.

He has a bit of a snooty response, "I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."

'Yes, well I make a point of avoiding familiarity with smarmy blokes.'

"Ah. Well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me -"

'Hmm, so he wants a little duel? This'll be fun....'

"Do you think this wise, boy, crossing blades with a pirate?" He seems a bit nervous. I'll enjoy messing with his head quite a bit.

"You threatened Miss Swann." The boy seems to be rather mad.

'Word seems to travel fast here.'

"Only a little," I reply with a bit of a grin. Ah, the fight begins.

"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that. Excellent form but how's your footwork? If I step here;"

'The boy can fight. Well. I'm a bit impressed.'

"very good. Now I step again. Ta."

'Did he just throw his bleeding sword at me?! Stuck in there quite a bit. Ah, well, I didn't expect that to work anyway, but at least now I have an advantage.'

"That is a wonderful trick except once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon."

'The fight's as good as mine. Perhaps not, now that he has the burning sword and all. Bloody hell, there are a lot of weapons here. That has to be the fifth sword I've hit my head on.'

"Who makes all these?" I'm definately rather confused as this doesn't look like it's the type of place that could hire too many people, but bloody hell one person couldn't make all these. They'd have to have a lot of time of their hands.

I do! And I practice with them three hours a day!"

'Ok, so one person does make all this. Bleeding 'ell, he must do nothing else. He really needs to get something else to do. Maybe a nice girl.'

"You need to find yourself a girl, mate! Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?"

'Poor boy. That's probably why he doesn't have a girl.'

"I practice three hours a day, so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"

'Ouch, he really hit home with that one.'

So the little fight continues and I can't really handle to much more of this. I'm a bit tired, he's quite skilled, and people around here still want me dead.

'I need to end this quickly. Maybe I could use— No, I need to save that shot......Ah! But he doesn't know that.'

"You cheated!"



'What was that noise? I have to get out of here quickly. Why won't he bloody well move?!'

"Move away."


'Oh great, he has to be noble and what not.'

"Please, move."

'Ugh, please? I must be desprate to get out of here.'

"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."

'Am probably going to have to shoot this bugger!'

"This shot is not meant for y—"