"Rebecca…back away from me, you wouldn't do any thing that rash to poor Captain Jack would you? 'becca put that knife down right now…no, back away from me… Heel girl! ...NOOOOOOO!"

"Jack Samuel Sparrow! Stop being such a baby and let me cut your Hair!

"I WILL NOT LET YOU!!! YOU EVIL FIEND!!! BACK AWAY, YOU WITCH OF THE BLACK SEA!!! BACK!!!"

"Jack if you want to get into Port Royal, with out the Commodore setting his dogs after you. You at the very least have to change your hair. It worked back in Singapore, right?"

"I would rather be drawn, quartered, and let my innards be chewed out by wild dogs then let you touch my hair. Savvy?" Jack had his pistol drawn and cocked at the ex-bounty hunter. She threw her hands up in submission.

"Fine, then let's at least get you a new hat or …something. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Jack they'll arrest you the moment you come within fifty feet of shore."

"No! Never touch the hat; never even think of breathing on the hat!"

"Well then…how do you propose we get into Port Royal?"

"Why are you coming again?"

One you can't exactly take the Pearl and go gallivanting into Port Royal like you own the place, two I wouldn't let you come within a five mile radius of my ship unsupervised, and three when ever I leave something happens to you, I couldn't bare it if my sole source of income got himself killed."

"How on earth am I your sole source of income?"

"Because, despite your incredible luck, you still couldn't win a game of poker against me to save your life."



"Excuse me, sir? But, does a…" the man closed his eyes in thought, as if trying to remember a face long forgotten by time, "William Turner live here in Port Royal?" he fixed his gazed at the guard standing before him.

"What would you have with Mr. Turner?" The guard shifted nervously under the strangers piercing stare.

"Thank you." The man flourished a half bow and left. The soldier felt his shoulders sag in relief, unbidden.