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Challenge: [179] Conflict
Title: That Be He
Word Count: 326
Notes: Aye, pirates. And Sparrow. :D

The hollow cavern echoes with the roar of battle, the shots of pistols ringing in the air, followed closely by the resonating clink of steel upon steel. He leaps backwards, narrowly dodging the glinting edge of the pirate's pickaxe, and calls for a finishing spell before quickly glancing around for his friends. There is Donald, swinging his staff wildly, and Goofy, trusty shield deflecting everything the pirates throw at him. And Jack.

Who is nowhere in sight.

He tightens his grip on the Keyblade anxiously, feeling that familiar twist in his gut as he scans the stretch of the battlefield for any sign of his wayward swashbuckling friend.

There, in the far corner, where two figures duel like no others, their swords clashing with each successful swing, one after the other, fluid and unwavering in a dance to the death. He can practically feel the high tension, crackling like lightning, and the knot in his stomach tightens two more notches as he realizes full well that the match is one-sided.

"So what'll it be, Jack? You against me, I who cannot die? You don't stand a chance."

"That," he frowned, "is where you're wrong."

"And how be it so?"

No, he can't just stand to the side and watch his friend face the enemy alone. But the moment he places a foot in the direction of the fight, he is stopped. He looks to his friend, pleading for him to understand that he can't just stand by helpless like that, can't bear to watch a friend fall if he has a say about it. He's not going to let that happen. Not again.

His friend scratches his head in that contemplating manner of his, and chides, "Gwarsh, Sora, I'm sure he'll be fine, or have you forgotten?"

"You completely underestimate me, mate," he sighed, sounding a little hurt at the thought. "Or have you forgotten?" He took a step back, and shrugged, the shadow of a triumphant grin upon his face. "I'm Capt'n Jack Sparrow."