Camille and Jack He stood there in front of James Norrington, his uncle. He was currently going on and on about coming in so late last night. His word's sounded distant to Thomas though, as he kept replaying the night he had shared with Camille in his head. She was very good, sweet, lovely, and the boldest girl he's ever seen. This pleased him... Last night, he was going to kiss her on her cheek, and he was grateful that she said he could. But she turned her head, so his lips pressed against hers. It was no doubt the greatest thing that's ever happened to him.

"What are you smiling about, Thomas?" Norrington asked sternly.

"Nothing... It was an accident. I was- wasn't thinking." He said with a bit of a grin, but his uncle only scolded at this. Thomas put on a straight face as he stared ahead.

"As I was saying..." Thomas made an effort to listen, but his voice once again sounded distant, as his mind wandered back to Camille. He wondered what she was doing. Thomas hoped she was thinking about him just as much as he was thinking about her. He hadn't seen her for... sixteen hours.

'Get a grip man.' His mind told him. 'She's the daughter of a pirate, she's a pirate herself. She's below you.'

'No.' A voice argued at the back of his mind, 'She isn't below you... Your below her, You being bossed around by your uncle non-stop. You hardly think for yourself... And so, she's a pirate, that makes her even more interesting...A pirate...'

Thomas felt a smile tug on his lips, and despite his best efforts... He could not help but smile.

"Thomas, this is a serious matter." Norrington sternly told his nephew.

"Right sir."

He folded his hands behind his back, looking at his nephew from head to toe. "And your to be taking Priscilla LerMoyle to the ball tonight."

This tore him out of his thoughts, "What?"

"Your to be taking Priscilla LerMoyle to the ball tonight."

"She's a-" Thomas stopped. He wanted to say a little spoiled brat who doesn't care about anyone.

"She's a what?" His uncle asked him, a 'don't say anything bad about her' look in his eyes.

"She's a- a... She's a very sweet girl."

"Well then, you should feel honored to be going with her."

"And I do feel honored..."

"Good... The tailor should be here in an hour, so stay here."

"I will." Thomas said disappointedly.

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Elizabeth, Will, Jack, and Camille all shared a carriage on the way to the ball. Camille and Elizabeth wore long dresses. Elizabeth's was a shade of a very navy blue, Camille's a pale pink...They also both had a type of mask to match their dresses. Will had on a very fancy suit... A black coat with two tails and silver buttons. A vest and shirt under that. He had on dark brown tresses, and very polished black shoes. Jack, on the other hand, had no fancy clothes. They were his every-day clothes. He was going as... Well, a pirate.

"How again are we invited?" She asked, looking to Will and Elizabeth.

"You'll be coming as our guests." Elizabeth told her with a cheerful smile.

"And plus the host owes Jack and I a favor." Will said with a wide grin on his face.

"What's the favor?" Camille and Elizabeth asked at the same time, Elizabeth looking at Will, and Camille looking at Jack.

Will and Jack exchanged glances, then Jack cleared his throat, "Can't be telling anyone, not even you two... Plus I wouldn't want to go and fill your innocent head with the story." He said with a grin, "Might ruin ye."

Camille gave a questioning look but had no time to ask further questions, the carriage came to a stop before a very large manor.

Slowly she followed in behind the three of them. The inside of very large, and filled with people in colorful costumes. Even the servants were in simple costumes, walking in and out of the crowd carrying trays of food and drinks. Camille smiled to herself in awe, taking in everything around her.

"You'll be alright without me, won't you Camille?" Jack asked, looking over to a group of girls that looked to be in their twenties. The girls blushed and giggled when Jack flashed a smirk at them.

"Well-"

"Great. You just need anything...find me..." Jack said, already walking away.

Camille looked to Will and Elizabeth. Elizabeth had her arm wrapped around Will's arm in a protective way. "Do you want to come with us?" Will offered her, "We could introduce you to a few people."

"There are plenty of fine young men here, Camille." Elizabeth said with a smile.

She shook her head, "No, I'll be fine... I'll come and find you if I change my mind though."

Will nodded and they both started to talk to an older couple that had just walked up to them.

Camille sighed and made her way into the crowd. Someone bumped into her, "Excuse you." Said a harsh voice and Camille turned around to see who it was.

A girl a bit shorter then she was with a very white powered face and blond hair pilled onto of her head said with a dark look. Her dress was a sickening green color with way too much frills and ruffles. The girl passed her with another scowl but that instantly changed as she looked away, "Thomas Norrington! There you are! I thought I told you to wait on the balcony!"

She leaned forward and saw a miserable looking Thomas force a smile to the girl. "Yes Priscilla but... But I- I grew worried and came to look for you, Priscilla." It was obvious that he was lying, but the girl, Priscilla, seemed to accept his answer.

Camille stepped into sight and lifted her arm, giving a small wave to Thomas. He looked over Priscilla's shoulder and smiled. Thomas leaned in and whispered something to Priscilla who in an instant left him and disappeared into the crowd.

She walked to him, "What did you say to her?"

"I said that she had one of the ruffles at the bottom of her dress were torn, and that her powder on her face was starting to fade away."

"I see." Camille said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"And nor did I expect to see you here... But I'm glad that I did." Thomas smiled softly and then bowed, "Camille, would you care for a dance with me?" He put out his hand for her and with a smile, she took it. He wrapped and arm around her waist, as she put a hand on his shoulder.

Camille smiled as he twirled her, then brought her back to him. Their eyes met and Camille looked down, blushing. He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "Your blushing..."

She looked up and saw that there was a tint of pink in his cheeks, "As are you."

"Men don't blush." He said in a mumble, his cheeks turning even more red.

She smiled as they slowly revolved in a circle, but a tap on their shoulders made them stop. They both looked away from each other to see a very anger Priscilla... Standing behind a scowling Norrington.