What if your best friend was THE Captain Jack Sparrow? What if you fell for him? What if love was the one thing that drove you insane?
Catalina Perez had grown up with Jack Sparrow and had fallen for him more and more everyday. When he goes missing...
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3rd Person's POV
Jack slips through the door at the Blacksmith and takes a look around. There are no windows and the forge is dark, lit by lanterns. Work-in-progress is scattered about: wagon wheels, wrought iron gates, pipes, even a cannon with a crack in it. But every tool is in place; the workbench is tidy and neat.
Jack is startled by a noise, a man in a blacksmith's apron snores in the corner, cradling a bottle. Jack gives him a hard poke. Another. Brown snorts, turns away.
Satisfied, Jack sheathes his sword, takes a short-handled sledge from its place on the wall. Moves to the glowing coke furnace in the middle of the room.
Slowly... he holds his right hand over the furnace, the chain down in the embers. The chain begins to glow. Jack sweats and grimaces at the pain.
Moving quickly, he wraps the chain around the nose of an anvil, brings the sledge down with a fast, hard stroke on the glowing links. One shatters. Jack drops the sledge, plunges his manacled hand in a bucket of water. Steam billows.
Jack pulls his hand out, flexes it. Blisters form beneath the manacle but his hands are free.
The sound of the latch on the door making Jack dive for cover.
