Sword - Summon

"Now, take the Sword," Cortes said.Jack reached out for it, but Cortes quickly pulled it away.

"Not like that," Cortes said. Then he drove the tip of the Sword into the ground. "Now, take it. But don't move from where you are."

"With all due respect, Cortsy, that sword is a good three yards away from me. How am I supposed to retrieve it from way back yonder?"

"Use its power. Concentrate and call it to you."

"Call it to me?" Jack said. "Here-swordy-swordy-swordy!"

"No! Call it with your mind. Call it with your soul," Cortes said. Jack gave Cortes a dubious glance, then redirected his attention to the Sword. “Concentrate," Cortes told him.

Jack looked at the Sword. He thought about all the things he could do with it. He could be the captain of his own ship. A real ship, not like the Barnacle. He could rule his own island. Sail the Seven Seas--and rule them, too. He would be free of all the constraints placed upon him. He'd answer to no one but himself. As Jack thought about all these things, the Sword slowly rose from the ground and floated into his hand. Jack gripped the Sword and felt a tingle of energy emanate from its hilt. He smiled.

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The Sword of Cortes, Chapter 2