Crystal stood in a corner. Dinner was served and Crystal took the moment to slip out of the dining room, but little did she know that Norrington saw her with the corner of his eye. He excused himself and followed after her silent as a mouse. Crystal found Beckett's study, which was locked off. She took a hairpin out of her hair and fiddled around with the lock in the doorknob. Then there was a CLICK and Crystal gently pushed open the door and slipped inside. All the candles in the room were out but she could see where she was going thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window. She saw a map of the world painted on one wall. Then she caught sight of a desk with a special box on top of it. She went over to it and was about to observe it when a voice said: "Curiosity killed the cat." Crystal quickly turned to see Norrington standing in the doorway.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"To you my name is Mr. Norrington," he replied.

"Ah yes, the former Commodore."

"You know me?"

"I've heard about you," Crystal said. She pulled out a pistol and held it in front of her. "Now I suggest you back to dinner and not say a word of this meeting while I finish my search or I'll kill you."

"You aren't from around here are you?" he asked.

"No. If you must know, I'm from Turtoga," she answered.

"Then you aren't with the Governor?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I won't tell you."

"You're name isn't Molly Patterson, is it?"

"No."

"What is your true name?"

"Why should I tell you?" she hissed at him. Norrington pulled out his own pistol.

"I suggest you be a good girl and answer my questions," he snapped at her.

"Good girl?" she echoed and laughed. "I'm a pirate. Why would I start being good now? Besides from what I've heard you aren't exactly Mr. Good either."

"You seem to hear a lot of things," he commented.

"When you work as a barmaid in Turtoga you hear things," she hissed.

"I see," he replied. "Why are you here?"

"To find something," she answered.

"What?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because I told you to."

"I'm going to listen to you."

"Why you little-!" he started when Crystal picked up the box that was on the desk. "DON'T TOUCH THAT!"

"Oh," she said and smirked at him. "You want this? Well too bad, you can't have it!"

"PUT IT BACK!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

And they went back and forth. Then Crystal slammed the box on to the desk and then opened the lock on it with her hairpin and gasped at what she saw inside. "Found it!" Norrington raced over to the desk and slammed the box closed before Crystal could grab it. Crystal smiled, pleased with herself and opened up the window and went on to the balcony and very ungracefully jumped off it, landing with a loud THUMP on the ground. She scrambled up and ran away as Norrington shouted for people to chase her and bring her back to him.