How odd it felt to him being on dry land again. Jack was uncertain if he was liked it. Land didn't sway at all it just stood there strong, whereas the sea moved to a rhythm of its own, a rhythm that Jack was familiar with. He swaggered along enjoying the clatter of his boots on the planks of wood that built up the dock, all the time humming a favourite tune of his. Gibbs and Cotton followed their captain. They were a peculiar bunch, the type who'd cause you to turn and look twice. The type, which stood out from the bland and boring civilians. Jack, with his abnormal strut and fascinating attire, Cotton with his dry withered mouth sealed and a brilliant blue parrot perched on his shoulder and Gibbs a man who's once dark hair had turned grey, however he still owned a sharp glint in his eyes.

Jack had only one thing on his mind and that was, rum. He hadn't had any in days and could feel the symptoms of withdrawal creeping up on him. The last Rum he had drank had been of a poor quality that made him feel off-colour for days. However this was Port Royal and from his drinking experiences here Jack was certain that a place as superb as Port Royal wouldn't dream of serving rank rum. The three made their way through the hustle and bustle of the marketplace and found a small tavern on the outskirts of Port Royal's busy centre.

The place was dull due to there being little light coming in through the dirt-encrusted windows and there was a stale smell of tobacco and alcohol lingering in the air. Just how Jack liked it. It reminded him vaguely of Tortuga except there were no lovely ladies around to make passes at.

"What can I get ye?" questioned the bartender, who was cleaning previously used mugs with a tattered rag.

"Rum! And plenty of it!" Jack answered taking a seat at the bar. The bartender then went about serving his customers. Finally some quality rum, thought the pirate as he guzzled it down as if he hadn't drank in weeks. He slammed the hollowed mug onto the counter. "Another!"

The bartender eyed him suspiciously before pouring the alcoholic liquid into his mug. Soon Jack's pace in drinking slowed and he sat humming that faithful tune again occasionally some of its lyrics spilling out from his lips whilst listening to the sound of mind less banter that was being discussed in the dimness. Cotton's parrot often added to the noise, squawking some recognisable pirate jargon.

"A'har me mateies!" it screeched flapping its magnificent coloured wings.

"Ye'd better shut that blasted bird up otherwise I'll throw ye out with it!" warned the bartender who was getting annoyed with it's racquet. Gibbs then started to explain Cotton's situation, Jack listened half paying attention when he over heard a conversation of interest. Two red coats sat sipping ale whilst chatting loudly.

"You're havin' me on aren't you?"

"Nah! I swear! He's gonna marry her." Exclaimed the gossiper. "Heard it from his master, the blacksmith. He says he's gotta ring an everything!"

"Hm! Like it's really gonna last. I mean he's a blacksmith for crying out loud! Why she didn't except the Commodores proposal is beyond me!"

Jack rose from his seat and stumbled across to the two soldiers, swaying worse than before.

"'Scuse me, but were you gentlemen talking 'bout Will Turner and Elizabeth Swan?" He slurred taking another gulp of rum.

"Maybe, what's it to ya?" questioned the gossiper who gripped at his gun that was stored in his belt.

"Hey you look familiar..." Commented the other "You're a Pirate aint ya?" Jack dumbly looked around before saying,

"Who me?"

"He's a pirate!" exclaimed the gossiper who whipped out his gun and shoved his in Jack's face.

"Gentlemen, true I'm a pirate but a local tavern isn't the best place to be playing heroes and waving ye guns 'round is it now? Also I've noticed that there are a hella alot more pirates in Port Royal than there used to be, so either you boys aint doing your job or maybe the standards of ye navy are slipping?" He smirked raising one eyebrow. The soldier lowered his gun.

"Yer well the Commodore is to blame for that. He's gone chasing after Captain Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl. Now that he's out of Port Royal every pitiful pirate has been showing up!"

Jack's smile broadened when he heard this, finally the idiots in Port Royals navy finally got their formalities right, 'Captain Jack Sparrow'.

"Well then I wish ye both luck with that." He said still smiling as if it were permanently etched on his face. He turned quickly on his heal and strutted out the door.

"Hey! That scoundrel didn't pay!" Boomed the bartender. Cotton and Gibbs turned round to see their captain breeze out of the tavern.

"Captain!"

"Shiver me timbers!" Exclaimed Gibbs and Cotton's parrot in union.