"Captain Sparrow," James Norrington addressed the pirate coldly, stomping on deck, his small army of British troops behind him. "Gunshots have been reported all over town. What on Earth have you and your pirate band been up to?"
"To be perfectly honest with you, Commodore," Jack explained, "we've been caught up in a battle."
"In my port?" Norrington asked, astonished.
He looked around the ship, and realized the men were gathering the dead. Each man of the crew wore a solemn expression on their faces.
"They actually care?" Norrington asked himself arrogantly, seeing one of the men say a silent prayer for the body he was holding before letting it splash into the deep.
"We're not heartless murderers," Jack said, answering Norrington unknowingly. "Commodore, there's something you need to see. Dom, the boy if you would," Jack asked softly.
"What is this?" Norrington asked as Dom carried a limp and still figure in his arms towards him. When he caught sight of the body, he gasped and stepped back in horror. He was staring at the lifeless body of his own son!
"Your son died trying to defend my daughter and crew. And Danielle Turner."
"No," Norrington said, completely shocked. He fought back his tears and stood erect, looking at Jack venomously. "You did this!" he hissed. "You're under arrest, Captain Sparrow. You and your crew. For various murders committed in my harbor, not to mention the offense of piracy!" He drew his sword and held it to the pirate before him.
Jack's crew instantly grew quiet and stopped what they were doing, ready to defend their captain.
"I didn't kill him. Nor did any of my men," Jack defended, "In fact, the man who was responsible for young Jim's death is now dead himself. Now I'll have to ask you to leave, Commodore; the Pearl's ready to make her sail."
"You're all under arrest," he repeated. "Men!" he called to the guards behind him. They raised their weapons and stood ready to fire. "All of you will march-in front of these men-to the jail house, where you will be read your sentences, then hanged tomorrow at dawn. Captain Sparrow, order your men to cooperate or I will be forced to open fire."
Jack looked at Norrington coldly, then addressed the crew.
"Men, you heard Commodore Norrington:" There was a pause while everyone on deck held their breath. "Open fire."
The pirates gave a loud yell in unison and fired their pistols at Norrington's men, who fired back in defense. Dom ducked behind a rum barrel and took out his pistols.
"Get down, Commodore!" Jack yelled over the tumult, and pulled Norrington to the deck. "Dom!" he called to the Scot firing his pistols beside him. "Get Elsa off this ship!"
Dom nodded and, as soon as was clear, ran downstairs to Elsa's cabin.