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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters.

Michelle nervously thumbed the cuff of her shirt. All the crew was dressed as gentleman with their hair combed and their faces clean. The only person who wasn't dressed up was Jack, who was wearing a cloak over his regular attire. "There's no way I'm going to wear those," he said when Michelle complained to him about why she had to wear the outfit and he didn't.

"You've worn a dress before but you're not going to wear some decent clothes?" Will commented.

"That was a one time thing, and that was under. special circumstances," he replied with a small smile. Michelle rolled her eyes. It probably had something to do with some wrenches, rum, the navy, or all three. So, while Jack got to dress regularly, the whole crew had to suffer in the English clothes.

Michelle's stomach was queasy. She was going into society, and as a man. When she voiced her concern to Will, he started giving her instructions on how to act like a "proper gentleman." This involved speaking right, manners, and even. kissing a woman on the hand! That's what worried Michelle the most. She didn't want to kiss any women. Will told her she will be fine. She swallowed back a wave of nausea. She hoped he was right.

The Black Pearl, with the British flag waving in the wind, eased its way into the harbor. The crew dropped the anchor and prepared to dock. Before everyone got off, Jack said, "Everyone! Remember, we are not pirates. If you so much as mention pirates, the red coats will be on you faster than you can say parley." With those comforting words, the crew left the ship and stepped foot in Port Royal. Jack wasn't kidding about the red coats: they were everywhere! She started walking off the dock and towards shore. But, when she hit dry land, she started to walk funny, like the floor was moving beneath her. She hadn't walked on any unmoving surfaces for a long time. She started to zigzag around until she finally was getting used to it and started walking in strait lines. While walking through town, she passed many shops and people. She looked to her right and saw a bunch of girls looking at her. When they saw her look at them, they started blushing and giggling to each other. Michelle practically gagged. If only those girls knew that she was a woman. She smiled as she pictured the shocked look they'd have if they found out that that "boy" was actually a woman. She saw Will walking down a street and ran after him. "Hey Will!" she called to him. He turned around and waited for her to catch up with him. "Where are you heading to?" she asked.

"I'm going home to go see Elizabeth."

"You're finally going home to see the woman you can't shut up about."

"I don't talk about her that much," he said defensively.

Michelle snorted. "Know what I just ran into?

"What?"

"A group of giggling girls looking at me."

Will smiled. "So, you've finally met some women. Was it as bad as you thought?"

"It was so embarrassing!"

This made Will laugh. "Get used to it. You'll see that a lot. Who wouldn't be attracted to you? You have such great masculine features."

Michelle punched Will in the arm. "I'll leave you to your wife now." She turned around and walked back to the main road, leaving Will rubbing his arm where she hit him. He turned around and started walking to his house.

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Michelle wandered around town, eventually finding Jack in a dirty pub she passed three times before realizing it was there. She walked in and saw Jack sitting at a table in the back drinking some rum. She walked over and sat down in front of him. "Having a fun time?" she asked.

"Very much so." He called over a barmaid and asked her for two more rums: one for me and one for himself. When she left, he kept staring at her, most likely at her butt. This brought a surge of hate through Michelle. "What is with me?" she wondered to herself. She took a deep breath and calmed down as the drinks came. Jack and Michelle were talking about the ship and when they were going to leave when the woman came over and sat on Jack's lap. Just like that! And Jack didn't look upset! Before Michelle was about to explode and tell the woman off, another woman came and sat on her lap! That was too much. Michelle abruptly stood up and said, "Gotta go," making the woman fall to the ground.

She left the pub, leaving the women and Jack with puzzled looks on their faces, and walked towards the dock. That woman at the pub was the last straw. She couldn't take being a man anymore. She was going to stay in her room on the ship. But, she couldn't hide there forever. They were staying in town for a while and she couldn't disappear for the whole time on the ship. There was no food on board. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the window of the shop next to her. "This is too hard," she thought. She opened her eyes and looked into the window that she was resting her head on. It was a dress shop. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. Maybe she could dress up as a woman. It would allow her to stay in town. There were so many things that could go wrong, but it was the only thing she could think of.

She went into the store and bought a dress, undergarments, corset, white gloves, and shoes in her size, telling the woman it was a present for his girlfriend. She took her purchases and went back to the ship.

Once on the ship, she walked up to the door to her room and gave it a hard push. The salt from the sea had messed up the hinges, and the door sometimes stuck. Once she finally got the door to open, she walked in, closed the door, and took the dress out of the bag. It had been a while since she had held a dress, and she realized how much she missed being a woman. She undressed and put on the undergarments. Next, she put on the corset. She hadn't worn a corset that went over her stomach in ages, and she found it difficult to breathe. But, she figured she'd get used to it since she had worn them before. Then, she put on the dress and shoes. Finally, she slid the gloves on to hide her calloused hands. It felt so different to be wearing a dress again. She took her hair out of its usual ponytail and brushed it.

She looked into the mirror that Will usually used when he shaved. Her hair didn't look right to her, so she put it up in a bun with the string. Some brown strands streaked blonde from the sun were too short and fell down, framing her face. She looked pretty good for a woman who had spent a long time pretending to be a man on a pirate ship. The wine red silk of the dress looked great against her tan skin. Her breasts looked extremely pale though. She looked down at her bare neck and thought she needed some jewelry. She looked through the treasure she had collected from raids and picked a silver chain. Looking back into the mirror, she fastened it around her neck. It wasn't flashy, but it made the outfit look complete.

Satisfied, she turned around to open the door. Only, when she tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. She changed her grip and pulled harder on the handle. The door remained where it was. She kept pulling and pulling. Because of the physical strain, it became harder and harder for her to breathe and she started to see black dots dancing in front of her from the lack of oxygen to her brain. Then she heard feet on deck. She started banging on the door. "Help!" she called. She heard feet coming towards her. She banged on the door one last time before darkness clouded her vision.

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