Full Summary: When Jack has no choice but to pose as a Navy officer in order to get his precious Black Pearl fixed from a sea battle against another crew of pirates, he ends up finding help in one of the most unlikely of places.

Prologue

The soft moonlight shined down from between clouds in the night, the blueish-white beams picking out shapes that seemed to appear out of nowhere. One of these shapes was the unmistakeable silloutte of a ship limping along through the calm sea. It's sails were a brilliant white, while the wood that built the ship was a deep black. Eluminated by the moonlight were the moving shapes of crew members, rushing about to disguise both themselves and their ship.

At the helm, standing tall with his chin raised and one hand grasping a spire of the wheel, was the captain. Instead of wearing the clothes that recognised him, he was dressed in white stocking and breeches, shining black buckle shoes, a smart white shirt and a blue frock coat with gold lace. The trinkets had been removed from his hair, and he refused to wear that damned white powerdered wig, but he would where the black tricorn embroided with gold. His beard and mustache had been trimmed to neatness. All in all, he gave the impression of an honourable man.

Another man, more rounded with greying hair, rushed up the steps and stopped, panting before his captain.

"We're nearly there, cap'n." He heaved, trying to catch his breath. The captain quickly pulled out a small brass spyglass and looked forwards, finding the curve of the bay in the darkness, and past that, the faint amber glows picking out the small settlement.

Snapping the spyglass away and snuffing it back in his pocket, he nodded and stood watching his crew for a few moments, adjusting the wheel so they entered the bay smoothly. When they neared the docks, he ordered for the sails to be rolled and the anchor dropped.

When all this was done, someone rang the bell. One in the morning. There was no point in going ashore now, not until morning. There would be no one awake to start repairs on his ship, and there would be no brothels open for his needs; this was not a pirate port. This was a Naval port. He had even had to change the name of his ship at the back until he could leave.

So the captain quickly strode down the steps, sending his crew to their quarters, and entered his cabin, the door closing behind him.