Camille walked through the streets of Port Royal in her deep red dress. Her brown hair was out of the many braids and had many small waves. Camille held her head up with a soft smile on her pink lips. She looked up to the moon which looked larger then usual, small stars lazily hanging in the sky all around it. It was a very clear night. There was a cool breeze that blew the smell from the ocean up in between the buildings, on streets and in alleys.

It was the perfect night.

She folded her hands together behind her back, letting the wind softly blow her hair behind her. Her mind wandered back to Jack, wondering what he was doing...Maybe he drink himself to sleep. It wouldn't be unusual; in fact... it'd be quite normal. Sometimes on the ship, she'd find Jack sleeping at the desk in his quarters, a bottle of rum in his hand. Shaking her head, she brought herself out of these thoughts.

Looking around she saw that most people were tucked away in their homes, but a few were out, walking the streets like she was. Most of the few people seemed to be drunk, and probably were utterly drunk.

"Hey, You there!" Someone called to her, but Camille ignored him, continuing on. "You there!" They yelled again, their voice growing angry, "Wench!"

Camille stopped abruptly and turned to stare at the man. His face was roughly shaven, he looked to be in his late twenties or earlier thirties. She wet her lips and walked closer to him, "Excuse me? What did you call me?" She asked, a scowl on her face.

"Wench." The man said again loudly. He grabbed her arm, "Come along with me, lass."

"Let go of her!" Someone shouted and both the man and Camille turned to see who. There stood Thomas, who was in his uniform, his sword raised to the man. He walked closer to them with a glare on his handsome face.

"She's mine! I got her first!" The man growled to him.

"Let her go or it'll be your..." Thomas paused for a moment, "It'll be your death."

"I got to her first!" He shouted at Thomas again, "She belongs to me!" The man pulled Camille closer and leaned into kiss her.

Thomas opened his mouth to shout again but Camille had threw her fist in his face. The man gave a cry, and stumbled back in surprise, putting his hands on his nose, "You broke my nose! You broke my nose you wench!" He yelled at her in pain.

Camille scowled, and grabbed Thomas' sword out of his hand and jabbed it lightly at the man's stomach, "Oh shut-up and get out of my sight!" The man, feeling the sword at his stomach took a few steps back, but Camille followed, "Keep walking!"

She gave him a last jab before he turned, nearly running from her. Camille smiled to herself then to back to Thomas who still had his arm raised in shock, "You... you hit him... I've never seen a girl do something like that..."

"And then I took your sword right out of your hand." She said, walking back to him, "Not very lady like I guess..." Camille said with a shrug, handing the sword back to him.

"No, not very lady like at all." Thomas said putting the sword but in it's sheath, "But..."

"You were amazed? You liked it?" She asked looking at his face.

He gave a sheepish grin then admitted, "Yes..."

Camille pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him, he was a few inches taller then she was, "So you're the commodore's nephew?"

Thomas nodded, "And he never lets me forget it."

"What do ye mean by that?" She asked, tilting her heard to the side slightly.

"I've always got to be my best... 'Thomas do this and not that', 'Thomas if you want to become a commodore you have to do so on and so fourth..."

"Doesn't sound too exciting."

"It isn't." He said with a sigh.

Camille looked down to the ground then back to him, "When's the last time you had any entertainment?"

He seemed to be in deep thought.

"That long? Well...can't have that, it's not good." Without another word, Camille took his hand leading him down the road.

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Camille stood in a corner of the bar next to uneasy looking Thomas. Camille smiled then tore off some of the dress, so it was more easier to move in. He watched her, "What are you doing?"

"I suppose I'm not too lady-like at all... Take off your hat." Thomas glanced around but did so and handed it to her. She set in on the table infront of them then looked at him, "Now your jacket."

"What?" He asked, his eyebrows quirked.

"I said to take off your jacket...so do it." He looked around then slowly unbuttoned the gleaming silver buttons and set it next to his hat. Camille looked and his perfect white shirt, with no wrinkles in it. She laughed slightly at this and loosened the collar of the shirt. She grabbed a few random spots on his shirt to make it look at least a little bit wrinkled.

Thomas watched her, his mouth opening and closing as if he was trying to say something. Camille looked over her shoulder, a group of others were dancing to the up-beat tempo of the music. She pulled him into the group of dancers, "I'm not sure about this..."

"Just loosen yourself up a bit, okay? Trust me." She took one of his hands and put it on her waist. Camille put his empty hand in hers then put her other hand on his shoulder as she smiled, "Trust me." A grin spread across his face.

x Little did they know that across town... x

Jack looked around, "Where's Camille?"

"She stepped outside..." answered Will, clearly not paying too much attention to Jack.

Jack shook his head, "I was just outside...She isn't there."

"Maybe she went for a walk then."

Jack let out a sigh as he took a drink from his rum bottle. He set it down and made his way towards the door, but stopped. He walked back to the table and picked up the bottle taking another swig of it. Jack looked around then walked outside, rum in hand, to look for Camille.