Elizabeth Swan walked briskly toward the naval officer on duty guarding the Angelina, the ship that Jack was bent on commandeering. "Excuse me, Sir," she began, "could you tell me where to find a inn to stay around here?"
The guard took a moment to study her and finally said, "A fine young lady such as yourself might want to seek lodging in another city, or province for that matter, however, if you already have plans to stay here, then I would recommend Miss Betsy's inn. It's my sister who runs the place and she's a good woman."
"I thank you," said Elizabeth and turned to go, but then she turned back. "And where might someone find the afore mentioned Miss Betsy's," she inquired.
The guard continued to give her directions and Elizabeth frequently butted in asking for more specific details.
Meanwhile Captain Jack Sparrow crept on board the Angelina, which happened to be more work than he anticipated. There had never been any guards in Tortuga before, and if there had they had never done a very good job at performing their duties. Once aboard he set about preparing to set sail, he knew it wouldn't be easy sailing with only two crew members. Nevertheless he felt sure he could handle it. He got everything into place rather quickly. He climbed up on deck and attempted to signal Elizabeth, unfortunately she was too busy talking to the guard to notice. Jack slipped closer in order to overhear the conversation. He was just in time.
"So why are you stationed here?" Elizabeth asked casually.
"Actually," came the reply, "I've been sent from Port Royal by Commodore Norrington along with several others to find his wife."
"Really," said Elizabeth not seeming the least bit concerned, "For someone as renowned as the Commodore I wasn't even aware he was married."
"Well," said the soldier, "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I've heard that"-
He was cut off when Jack hit him over the head with a particularly heavy bit of pottery which happened to be laying around. "Sorry to interrupt your chat love," said Jack, "but we're ready to make way."
"Oh damn," said Elizabeth sarcastically and hopped nimbly over the ship's railing.
Striding toward her Jack commented, "It seems we've underestimated how far the Commodore is willing to go to get you back."
"No doubt with a little urging from our friend Mr. Turner," she grumbled. Then, with a mischievous smile placed herself directly between the steering wheel of the boat and its attendant. "Oh, Jack," she asked playfully, "How will you get to your steering wheel now?"
He laughed and pushed her slightly causing her to lean back over the wheel. "What shall I do with you," he murmured as he leaned over her. "Never mind, I have a pretty good idea."