Camille walked off of the large ship unto the docks. She tied a white bandana on the top of her hair which was in about twenty or thirty braids. Jack was ahead of her just a bit, nodding to a few people passing by and Camille smiled at the raised eyebrows the people gave him. Passing by a cart with apples on it, Camille saw that Jack took a large shiny red one calmly, even saying a "Hello." To the man that was pushing it. Jack tossed the apple over his shoulder and Camille caught it with a smile.

She took a bite of the juicy red apple and looked up into the clear sky. It was a very deep shade of blue. It was a wonder to her of how the sky could be so blue sometimes, then other times a pale blue that almost seemed white. People were chattering with others, trying to get the owners to lower the price. A small girl with blonde curls passed Camille, holding onto her hands. The girl had on a silk plum purple dress, a small white shall draped over her shoulders.

Jack must've seen Camille looking at it. He flashed a grin, "Would you like a dress like that?" He had gotten her a green one when she was younger. Then a pale pink dress when she was ten. Jack had also gotten her a yellow one when she was fourteen. "I suppose you could get one next year in March...For your birthday. Or maybe sooner?"

She shrugged and grinned, "I don't know... It doesn't make a difference I suppose."

"Doesn't it?"

"Well...It wouldn't hurt to get one sooner, I guess."

"That's what I thought." Jack said flashing another grin. "Well c'mon, we're suppose to be there for dinner."

Camille nodded and Jack started to walk again. She followed him looking at her own plain brown pants. She wore a plain white button up shirt. Camille was fine with it, after all... You couldn't wear a fancy dress and hat while being a pirate. Dresses got in the way of things... But every now and then Camille liked the dresses, they always made her feel like some wealthy lady.

Blinking a few times, she quickened her pace, falling into step with Jack.

Taking another bite of the apple she looked at Jack, "About being a pirate... How long do you plan on being one?" She asked him.

"You ask an awful lot of questions..." Jack said, putting his hands together behind his back, thinking.

"This is only...like the fifth question I asked you today."

"Well...I'm not sure... I mean still some years... But I suppose I can't be a hundred years old and still jumping from one ship to the next...I want to go out with my boots on, in a fight, in action...Maybe a hanging and everyone will remember the day they finally quite and hung Jack Sparrow."

Camille frowned at hearing this, she loved Jack and didn't want him to be hung...she really didn't want him to die at all, "Oh."

He put an arm around her shoulders "Don't you fret Camille... That'll be ages from now. Besides I think I'll give you the Pearl when I finally do go up there." He said nodding to the sky. "Or... Down there..." Jack said glancing at the ground. "Either way... I think you could handle the Pearl, couldn't ye?"

Camille stared at him, "Really?"

Jack nodded, "Why not?" He took his arm off of her and took a flask of rum out of his pocket.

"What about Anamarie..."

"I didn't say anything to her about giving her the ship. She's the first mate, so if I die...Well she'll have control of the ship... But you'll own it...Maybe I should make one of those things, that give my things to people..."

"Do you mean a will?"

"A will! Yes, yes, that's it!" Jack saw the look on Camille's face and he smiled, "Don't worry... It's just to sort things out. You want the ship, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do."

Jack nodded, "So tomorrow I'll get you a dress... And get one of those will things...Or something such as that."

They continued to walk, pointing things or people out to one another. Camille had missed Port Royal for months. Besides the ship, Port Royal felt like her home. She was felt that things would be alright when she was in Port Royal. Meeting people, seeing the different shops, looking at other ships gave her things to do.

"Ah, Mr. Sparrow and Miss Camille Sparrow." A familiar voice suddenly said. They both turned to see Norrington standing to the side of them.

They both stopped, "And if it isn't Commodore Norrington!" Jack said in amusement, throwing up his arms in mock surprise. Jack looked at him, "I haven't done anything recently. Not anything that I can remember, at least."

Camille looked at his white wig. "Except stealing that apple just a few minutes ago..." Norrington turned to Camille "Still with Jack I see." Norrington said to her.

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow to you, Commodore. Only I can call him Jack." From the corner of her eye she saw Jack grin. Camille knew that there was a bit of a rivalry between them, but it was the friendly type. Though neither would admit it, she knew that they wouldn't hurt the other one, well seriously hurt them anyways.

"Indeed..." He said with a bit of a scowl. He let it fade though, looking around, "Thomas!" He called, looking around.

"Yes?" Answered a boy that was hastily running to them. Camille gazed at the boy. He had a soft complexion, but was a bit tan. The boy had dark brown hair that was tied back in a small pony tail, and his eyes were hazel with specks of dark brown. She smiled, he was quiet handsome. She didn't know the boy was noticing her suntanned skin. She wasn't aware that he was amazed by her emerald green eyes. He looked at her brown hair in braids, they looked a bit shiny and soft. The boy tore his gaze away from Camille with much effort, "Yes?" He asked again.

"This is my nephew, Thomas... Thomas Norrington. He's in the navy now, but he's well on his way to being the new Commodore." He said with pride.

"So... Do you always parade him around, making sure absolutely everyone knows who he is?"

"Thomas-" Norrington said, ignoring Jack's comment, "This is Jack Sparrow. He's the pirate others have been talking about."

Thomas nodded, and then looked at Jack with a grin, "Are you really? I've heard all kinds of stories of you. It's an honor-"

"Thomas... He's a pirate, not exactly the most honorable thing."

"And yet, you're introducing your nephew to one."

He also ignored this comment, "This is Camille... His daughter." He said, nodding to her.

Camille didn't correct him and say she wasn't, nor did Jack. She considered him her father, and he, his daughter. "Pleasure to meet you, Thomas..."

"The pleasure is mine, Camille... A beautiful name if it isn't too bold for me to say." He said, bowing his head to her.

"It is too bold." Both Norrington and Jack said at the same time.

"She does have a beautiful name... But it's a bit bold for you to say, lad." Jack said with a scowl.

"Sorry, Sir." Thomas said to Jack, but he still gazed at Camille a soft smile on his lips.

"Come along Thomas, we've got more important things to do." Norrington said firmly, putting a hand on his nephew's back, leading him away from Jack and Camille. Thomas still gazed at Camille for a few moments longer, until he nodded again and looked ahead.

"We better be on our way Camille." Jack said, continuing to walk.

Camille didn't move though, she continued to watch them as they disappeared into a group of people.

"Camille... Are you coming?" Jack said, looking back at her, holding out his hand.

She looked back to him and hurried to his side, "Yes..." Camille said, lightly holding onto Jack's hand, swinging it happily as they walked.