They all stared as each other in silence. Priscilla was holding her head up, her nose high up in the air, her arms folded across her chest, giving her a very dramatic look. Norrington was standing with his back straight, his black boots planted firmly to the floor, his eyes were glaring at the two of them. Thomas was just standing there, still holding Camille, a very surprised and shocked look on his handsome face. Camille stood there looking equally shocked, staring back at Norrington.

If Camille saw this from someone else's view, she would have laughed at the situation that they all were in. But she was in front of Norrington, trapped in his angry stare.

Dancing, talking, and laughing were still going on all around them, but to the four of them everything seemed deathly silent. The silence was unbearable. A bead of sweat, Camille noticed, ran down the side of Thomas's head. Slowly Camille looked away from Norrington to Thomas. Thomas glanced at her and Camille took a breath, trying to say something, but she her voice wouldn't come into her throat, so she looked back to Norrington.

"I'm telling my father, Thomas." Said Priscilla with a scold, "Very disappointed. My father will be also. He's one of the wealthiest in the port, and the ports and towns all around here. You won't be commodore, you'll never be commodore...Thanks to her." She added coldly, saying 'her' in a very disgusted way.

Thomas let go of Camille instantly as he glared at Priscilla, he brought himself to his full height, 'You Priscilla are a very, very rude and spoiled brat. Every since I was nine I could not stand you. I dreaded every time I had to go to the same place that I knew you'd be also. I feel sorry for the man that will have the displeasure to marry you.' Is what Thomas would've said given the chance... But his uncle spoke before Thomas could utter a word.

"Now, Priscilla, dear..." He began in a soft tone, turning to her, "Thomas isn't that horrible is he?"

"Well..." She took a breath, looking at James Norrington with a suddenly very sweet smile, "No. I think he's wonderful... He'd make a great commodore. It's just that this girl-" She nodded to Camille, "Has polluted his mind... She's the daughter of a pirate. I bet she's branded with the 'P' as well...And again, she's the daughter of a pirate. A low-life pirate. No better then the filthy dogs in the filthy alleys chewing on their grimy, flea-infested fur."

"That was a mouthful you little brat." Camille said angrily, "And if you don't want to get hurt I suggest that you never say anything like that again. Ever."

Priscilla took up this challenge as she looked to Camille, "Your father is the worst pirate in all of the world. He's like the disgusting fleas on the filthy mutts I just mentioned."

And in an instant, Camille had whipped her hand across Priscilla's face. For a moment, she regretted it. But that quickly disappeared as Priscilla shoved her back into a dancing couple.

She stumbled back into the couple, causing them to also stumble. But she caught herself before she fell. Camille took a lunge at her, knocking her down to the ground, falling on top of her. Priscilla let out a high pitched girlish scream, starting to pull Camille's hair. By now, the dancing had stopped as the guests watched the girls fight. But no one made an attempt to stop them.

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Jack looked through the crowd and his eyes widened. He began pushing his way through the people who stood watch.

"Stop!" Someone's voice shouted, but at the moment Camille couldn't identify who it was. Pulling on her hair, Camille stood up, pulling Priscilla up with her.

"STOP!" The voice shouted again and Camille was yanked away from Priscilla, trying to get loose from the hands on her arms.

Scowling, Camille glanced over her shoulder to see who the person was. Her anger melted away but was placed with frustration as she saw that it was Jack. "Calm yourself, darling." He said, still holding onto her arms incase she'd try to go after the girl again.

"Your ill-mannered daughter, girl, whoever- " Said Norrington, helping Priscilla to stand on her feet, and as well holding her back, "has caused this. She has ruined the party, and has bruised-"

Jack let his hands drop to his sides as he stared at Norrington, "That's enough." He interrupted him, "Camille did not cause this. She knows not to get into a fight... In less for good reason. My guess is that that girl-" He nodded to Priscilla, walking closer to Norrington, "Caused this."

"Your wrong. I was right there, and Miss Sparrow took the first move to Miss LerMoyle."

"Well, I guess that LerMoyle didn't get to hurt. I mean look at her." All eyes flickered to her, "She's breathing, she's standing, she's fine." With this, Jack turned back to Camille, "I thought I taught you to fight better then that Camille." He said with an amused look on his suntanned face.

Thomas cut it, "But- Priscilla did make very rude comments to her, so-"

"Thomas!" His uncle warned him.

"So she did cause it then." Jack said in a 'I knew it, I told you so' way.

Norrington's eyes looked back to Jack. The already heavy tension in the room put on more weight as Jack Sparrow and James Norrington glared at each other.

"You're a pirate." Norrington said suddenly, a smirk on his lips.

"I'm aware of that, but thank ye for telling me."

"I believe the sign is still at the harbor. The sign reads, 'Pirates ye be warned', doesn't it? There are no pirates allowed in Port Royal, Sparrow."

"Captain." Jack growled, clenching his fists together.

"Fine then... Captain Jack Sparrow." Norrington's voice was dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe a night in the jail is for you." There were a few gasps in the crowd. Jack had come to the port many, many times and had always started some sort of a small brawl, but never had he been thrown into jail for it.

With this said, Norrington nodded to some men, who were out of uniform. After a brief moment of confusion, they took Jack's arms.

"You can't do that... He didn't do really do anything..." Muttered Thomas, who was pulling at the bottom of his shirt.

"Thomas, he is a pirate. A pirate... He's already done enough crimes to earn him a thousand times to the gallows."

"We do not associate with pirates...of any sort." Norrington added, throwing a look to Camille who was standing there, Will and Elizabeth behind her watching helplessly as Jack was being lead away. "You should thank me, for not sending her with him."