Welcome to the final part of my POTC/Hobbit fanfiction! In the last part, Jack and Bard met, and Jack tried to escape from the men of Lake-town. Find out what happens to Jack and Bard next! 🙂
With that, the pursuit began. Captain Jack Sparrow took the men of Lake-town on a chase that looped all around the city, through homes and businesses, over roofs and under bridges. Jack, exhausted, ducked into a building and stood there panting as the men of the town went running by.
“It looks like you could use some help,” a voice said right beside Jack.
Jack jumped, startled by the sound, and almost dropped his jar of dirt. Next to him stood Bard the Bowman.“Will! I knew I could count on you, mate. I always could. Well, except that time when you hit me over the head … ”
“Stop calling me Will!” Bard glanced out the window, watching for the men. “I am helping you because I believe you were unjustly accused. The Master is greedy, and he uses any opportunity to get … what are you doing? Get away from me!”
Jack, now inches from the Bowman, peered intently into Bard’s face, tilting his head back and forth and squinting his eyes to study the man more closely. “You know for a man who claims that he isn’t Will Turner, you look just like him. Same hair, same eyes … you do look a bit older, mate, but then again, having your heart cut out will do that to you.”
“I think, you crazy pirate, that you have been drinking too much rum!” Bard accused.
“Mate,” Jack said, “you can NEVER have too much rum.” Jack returned to the most pressing matter at hand. “So what’s your plan, Will?” asked Jack.
Bard shook his head, unwilling to argue again. “I’m not sure.”
“Good. Because I have a plan. We shall need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, one of us must learn to play the trumpet, whilst the other one goes like this.” At ‘this,’ Jack made a crazy motion with his hands.
Bard stared at him. “You know, I suddenly have a plan.”
“Are you sure, mate, because I know someone with a goat,” Jack offered.
Bard shook his head. “I’ve got a better plan.”
What that ‘better plan’ was, though, no one found out, for one of the Lake-town men had overheard Jack and Bard’s conversation, and the two of them were forced to run. Bard led Jack through the back passageways of Lake-town. “Your ship! It’s over here!” Bard and Jack began running down the dock.
They were almost at the Pearl, when Alfrid and his men cut them off, their swords drawn and barring the way. “Ah ha! At last, we’ve caught the smuggler!” Alfrid grinned happily.
Bard stepped in front of Jack. “When has carrying a jar of dirt become a crime here in Lake-town? Do you not see what the Master is doing to this town? He’s prohibits free trade causing our businesses to die. He imposes laws to keep us under his thumb. He taxes us until we can barely afford to feed our families. He is crippling our town! This man might be a pirate, but he is no smuggler! He should be allowed to keep his jar of dirt!”
All the men stood in shocked silence at Bard’s words, trying to take it all in.
Jack broke the silence and said, “I think we’ve all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically. And if you don’t mind, mates, I think I’ll be going.” He made his way through Alfrid’s stunned men and to his ship. Jar of dirt tucked under his arm, he started to climb the netting up to the deck. Turning back he announced, “Friends… This is the day that you will ALWAYS remember as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!” With those words, he jumped aboard his ship. The anchor raised, the sails unfurled, and the Black Pearl sailed off into the water.
“Will!” Jack called back to Bard on the shore. “Thanks for your help, mate!”
“For the last time, MY NAME IS NOT WILL!” Bard shouted back.
A faint “whatever you say, mate” echoed back from the Pearl. The people stood and stared out into the water, as the strange ship sailed away.
Thanks for reading!