William and Jim were just out the door of their villa when Jim asked his father, “And are we really going to the port?” Jim was eight years old, he had never been to the port. His mother was strongly against showing the boy the poor and less social neighborhoods of the city.
Young Jim ran and danced back and forth in front of his father. They were already at the old Brown forge where William grew up and later worked. It was here that he had met Jack Sparrow for the first time. He could still remember the encounter very well. William stopped and turned to Jim with a big smile. "Would you like to hear a new pirate story?" Suddenly Jim came running towards his father. "Oh yes!" the two sat down in front of the forge, which had long since closed.

"I gave the sword for Comander Noringhton's promotion to your grandfather. I was just back here when I noticed a strange hat on the anvil. When I was about to take it, a pirate got in my way.It was Captain Jack Sparrow. I fought against him. He's a very good fencer, so I fought with two swords. Everyone tried to anticipate the next step of their opponent. We fought under the wheel on which forged iron is allowed to cool and on a wooden cart that began to sway with our steps and our weight. Jack was on the run and had only come to our forge to get his hand irons. He broke it in half, so the chains were still on his arms. I thrust a sword through one of the chains into a wooden beam. Jack couldn't reach me with the sword, so he stepped firmly on one of the wooden boards of the cart, which came up on the other side in front and threw me on the ground. Jack took this opportunity by pulling himself up on the chain and pressing his feet against the beam. Just as I was about to get back on the cart, the sword came loose, Jack fell onto the cart, and I was catapulted onto the joists.At the top of the ceiling were a pair of barrels in a net on a rope. I cut the rope and carried Jack upstairs to me. We continued to fight on two thin beams until I knocked his gun out of Jack's hand, then he fled downstairs and poured rust dust on me. He was about to leave when my Master, Mr. Brown, put a glass bottle on him from behind and the Navy caught him. "

Jim always listened carefully to his father when he told of his adventures he had experienced with Captain Jack Sparrow, he always found these stories very exciting and funny at the same time. He would love to get to know the captain of the Black Pearl once! "Wow, that must have been very exciting!" exclaimed Jim. "Oh yes it was," answered William. He could remember his fear only too well when suddenly a pirate stood in front of him.
William got up. "Come on, we still have a little way to go," he said to his son. "I'm on my way."