Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor do I own any of its characters. It is an inspired work and more a sequel of the story.

Author's note: How do you like it so far readers? Well here's another chapter for you. Enjoy. Oh yeah by the way, it might be morning in Port Royal but because of the time difference and everything it could be night on the Black Pearl. I just wanted to tell all those confused by my last chapter.

Summary: Distinctio Basilicus Festival is on and only the two girls can share it with each other. Will Jack and Will ever manage to get back, or will they cause more mischief and havoc on Vantague?

The warm radiant golden sunshine seeped through the closed wooden cabin windows. The salty air was fresh and there was a light cool ocean breeze. The Black Pearl creaked as it rocked and swayed to the waves below. Cotton's parrot could be heard above squawking random lines that he had heard from the crew. All were busy, attending to maintain the Pearl. Gibbs was tying ropes, others were cleaning the cannons, few were washing the deck, Will was sharpening swords and Jack was fast asleep.

As Jack arose from his slumber, he tried to remember what had happened the night before.

"What damned man blew holes in my ship?!" yelled Jack. There were two holes in the ceiling where two bright light beams managed to stand. The wood around it seemed undisturbed; however there was a big hole, and wood chipping seemed visible on the floor. He trudged over to his table and noticed an empty rum bottle and its contents dried onto the floor. Jack stared at it for a moment, trying to put two and two together. With the migraine he had, and an empty rum bottle he managed to recall what had happened. He looked from the bottle to the wood pieces to the bottle to the hole.

"Anamaria!" he called to himself.

He flopped onto his bed again and stroked his unshaven face. His stubbly sideburns were growing out of control. He felt his plaited chin hair.

"Loosing yourself looking for me..." Jack said to himself, as if Anamaria was right next to him. He grinned, and chuckled. "I'll get you back".

Jack sat up again. He rushed over to his map and examined it. The red lines and the black simplistic shapes, that were islands and countries, stood out from the rest of the brown stained background. Vantague was the closest island from where the Pearl as anchored. It wasn't a big island and was mostly docked for merchant sailors. The island as known for selling some of the best supplies around the world. It sold everything for ships, a perfect place to stock up and be ready to set sail.

"We set sail for Vantague!" Jack exclaimed, "Bring up the anchors, and send up the sails! Get to work you dogs. We stop for Vantague and head for Port Royal."

Meanwhile, back at Port Royal the sun was saying goodbye and covered the sky with pinks, oranges, yellows, purples and blues. The moon was becoming clearer but all of Port Royal was celebrating. It was an annual event celebrating the founding of Port Royal. People would dress up, wear masks, dance and socialise while music was played and rides were made up for the children. Plays were acted out on stages, exhibiting how Port Royal was found. It was a time of laughter, joy, happiness, fashion, music and dance. Everyone looked forward to the 'Distinctio Basilicus Festival'.

"How are you feeling?" asked a fair, honey blonde woman wearing a pastel peach frock with gold lacing.

She held a mask up to her eyes as she spoke, as did everyone. It was custom to wear masks at the festival. Masks brought mystery, curiousity, and playfulness to the event. Townspeople were able to do things they couldn't normally do, so it only left a comfortable mood to the celebration. The woman's mask was decorated with golden feathers, and silver sequins under a peach fabric. The mask seemed elegant and delicate like a swan.

"I don't like this," responded the other woman, "I'm not comfortable".

This woman wore a romantic red gown. It was very different from the other woman's. This woman's garment was flowing and made of soft thin material. It was simple and yet so elegant and refined. Her tanned olive skin complemented the dress and her locks of jet-black hair curled down to waist. She wore white silk arm length gloves and black shoes. She too had a mask. It was white with a red bloomed rose. The mask was outlined with an orange circular pattern.

"Oh, don't worry. Enjoy the festivities. No one's going to recognise you with your mask on" reassured the lady in pink.

"It's not that, it's this dress! I'm bare. You can't fit anything in this dress, not even my pistol! And besides, this dress is so restricting, and I think I've had about enough of those stockings. Elizabeth, what's going go happen?"

"I told you Anamaria, everything's going to be fine–"

"But how do you know? You haven't heard from Jack nor Will," interrupted Anamaria, "That dog, who knows what's running around in his mind. I told him we should have left, and, oh, yes he did, but without me!"

"Calm down Anamaria," said Elizabeth. She unmasked herself and, again, gave Anamaria the warm, reassurance that she needed.

However, it wasn't just Anamaria Elizabeth was trying to reassure. Part of that reassurance was for herself. Will had been long gone, almost a few weeks, and still, there had been no word from him. She wondered what had happened but she tried to remain positive.

"Come along girls," interrupted Mr. Swann, whom was dressed like a King. He wore royal robes of red which were decorated with intricate gold stitching with a matching golden mask, "You don't want to miss anything. It must all be very exciting for you Anamaria, seeing all of this for the first time. Well, hurry on. Distinctio Basilicus!"

The girls hurried along the streets of Port Royal, carrying a Kerosene lamp. Marvellous displays of sword fighting were held. Elizabeth and Anamaria stayed to watch, while Mr. Brown from the Blacksmith, tried to play his role as a Port Royal officer. He stumbled on lines, and mumbled others but his sword fighting performance was grand. Mr. Brown advanced and struck on que. His footwork, as Anamaria had pointed out, was perfect- as perfect as his stumpy legs could get him. In the tragic climax, he pretended to drive his sword into the beast. The crowd hollered and clapped, while Mr. Brown and his accompaniment bowed in gratitude.

Elizabeth looked at Anamaria, and for a split second, Anamaria seemed as if she had forgotten about Jack and the crew and her dress and her stockings and her hair and her pistol. Anamaria looked back and smiled.

"Oh, I was meaning to ask you, what does Dist-inc-to Basss-il-lilly-cus mean?" asked Anamaria

Elizabeth laughed, as she tried correcting Anamaria.

"No. I'm curious," continued Anamaria.

"It's in Latin. Distinctio Basilicus. It means 'found royalty'," answered Elizabeth.

As that subjected started to end, the ladies headed elsewhere. Later and later into the night, Anamaria seemed to enjoy herself more and more. They watched other plays and demonstrations- one of which, she even got to go on stage and be herself. A man wanted volunteers to improvise roles, and knowing the one thing Anamaria could think of being, she was a pirate. The man gave her a feathered hat, and a pretend gun. She swayed and trudged back and forth of the stage, yelling out random pirate lines with a manly voice.

"You looked quite odd Anamaria," laughed Elizabeth "You had your mask on the whole time while you acted out. You looked so out of place with the pirate hat and a gun with a dress and a mask."

"Did you see me walk?" giggled Anamaria at herself "I just thought of Jack, and did what he does."

"Oh, it was splendid Anamaria," said Elizabeth happily, "Care for a drink? I'm thirty after all that fun."

"Sure."

They started for a place to have a drink, and saw Estrella, one of the maids of the mansion. Elizabeth introduced Anamaria to Estrella and chatted for a while until she had to leave. Anamaria led Elizabeth to a bar she knew of. It was the place where the Jack and the crew had stayed.

"We can't go in there," Elizabeth said warningly.

"And why not?"

"Ladies like ourselves?" questioned Elizabeth

"Yes, like ourselves. Let's go!"

Anamaria took Elizabeth's hand and led her in. Men and women were together- boisterous ladies sitting on the men's laps, holding their drinks.

"What can I do for ya ladies?" said Boson

"A pale blue spirit," called Anamaria.

Boson took a shot glass, got the spirit bottles but stopped.

"Wait a moment... I know that voice," stated Boson, "who are you?"

"No one. I don't believe we've met," said Anamaria softly, trying to hide her voice with a sophisticated accent. Luckily, she had her mask. She felt so embarrassed being seen the way she way she was.

"C'mon. I know a voice when I 'ere it, poppet. Show me who you are," said Boson with a grin. He was pushing it. "Who are ya' missy? Don't worry. Whats you say, me n' you talk this over a little nightcap?"

Pow! Straight in the face! A blow to the head! Anamaria was as quick as a cheetah on its prey. She had punched Boson right in the face. Elizabeth rushed over.

"Anamaria!?" yelled Elizabeth in surprise "What-"

"Anamaria?!?!" said Boson, "Wha' in Davey Jones locker are you 'ere doin' 'ere? 'f I knowns it were you I woudn' dun' it."

He stood up, holding his lip in amazement. It was bleeding. One side of his face was red and started to swell but he didn't seem to notice that much.

"But gee, Anamaria, you're lookin' quite the dame 'f I say so meself. Still, my offer still stands. Still up for wha' I mentioned we could-"

Pow!

"Cap'n, I can see shore" said a skinny dark tanned, black haired boy.

"Ah. We're almost there," said Jack, patting the boy on the back.

He walked over to Will that was looking over the side of the ship into the clear waters.

"Look Jack. Huge fish are following us," exclaimed Will in amazement, "Will they hurt us?"

"Not unless you touch 'em," said Jack, not excited by the site, "Vantague is just up ahead to the east. We can get supplies there, and start heading back for Port Royal, savvy?"

Will nodded. He was missing Elizabeth. Although he hadn't said it aloud, it was clear as crystal he was thinking about her before Jack had interrupted.

"C'mon. We've got work to do," commented Jack, killing the silence, "Better get ready."

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