Camille continued to run, bumping into people as she did. Who was she going to tell? Norrington? He didn't care much for Camille these days... Thomas? Yes, Thomas! No...No...she wouldn't be able to find him... She shook her head to herself. She'd know the right person to tell when she saw them.

"Camille!" Came a somewhat familiar voice from a distance ahead. "Wait!" The boy started running, and they met each other in the middle.

"What is it, Arthur?! I'm sort of in a hurry!"

"Oh.. Well... If your in a hurry..." He said with a shrug looking down at the ground.

She nodded and started to run again, but his voice pulled her back in an instant, "A letter from Thomas!"

Camille's eyes widened in happiness, "Really? Where is it?" She grinned, "I mean- no...I-" Arthur shoved it into Camille's hand. Staring at it, she had the biggest diffuculty making herself not read it at the moment. She shoved it into her pocket, "I'll read it later, but Arthur... There's a whole fleet of pirates not too far from here."

He stared at her, "What?"

"A fleet of pirates!" She shouted and at the same time, she heard someone else yell, "Pirates!" It was a man, staring out to the ocean. The whole group of people that were around them at the time spun around. After a few moments of letting it sink in, everything went into a frenzy.

Soon cries were heard throughout the port, "Pirates! Fleet of 'em!" People were hustling back to there homes, grabbing their children who were playing in the grass with others. It was pure chaos. At the fort was even more chaos, as they stood on top of it, staring out at the ships that were hastily coming closer and closer to docking. Norrington glanced around himself before shouting, "Ready the cannons!"

Thomas raced down up the street, hastily putting the hat on, and trying to straighten his jacket to look decent. Even in a time like this, his uncle would most likely bicker about Thomas's dressing. He dodged in and out of people that were trying to get somewhere, but when everyone is trying to get somewhere at once, it turns into a crowded mess. But Thomas kept running, every so often, nudging, or pushing a few people while yelling in an annoyed tone, "Out of the way!" He ran closer to the doors of the Fort and swiftly, he was inside, his gun in his hand, running up the stone steps to the top.

But not everyone was worried, not everyone was seeking shelter. One stood on the sandy beach, watching the ships sail in closer, closer, and closer. This one single person was of course Jack Sparrow. His black beaded hair was blowing softly in the wind as he stared at the ships with...a look on his face. The look was not a fearful look, but nor a joyful or excited one. It was... a thoughtful look? The 'trying to figure this out' look. Jack stood rigid, not moving at all, hardly even breathing.

He had sent Camille back to the house with Will and Elizabeth, and promised he be there very, very soon. But he had to see this for himself. A fleet of pirates. A fleet of them coming to Port Royal. His Port Royal. Jack, no, Captain Jack Sparrow was strictly the only pirate in Port Royal. The only accepted one, and... well-liked one. But a fleet? No. None at all. Jack would make sure that he was the only one.

Jack snapped out of his thoughts as he saw rowboats a few yards from shore loaded with men. About half already jumped out and were making their way to land. Jack's eyes darted around and he spotted a willow tree. Carefully, he moved closer to it. No, he wasn't hiding... But he didn't have any weapons with him at the moment. At what good would it do to be dead? He wasn't hiding, just... Insuring that he'd live so he could, when it was a bit safer, get weapons and then go after them. Yes, that was the plan.

The leader of this 'riot' carefully stepped out of the rowboat onto the sandy beach. He lazily looked around as he heard cries and screams from the townspeople.

Upon first glance, you wouldn't think him to be a pirate. He was so proper looking, nice clean, no-wrinkle clothes. The man was just above a young man. Twenty four or twenty five. His blue eyes seemed like they were a bit bored, but still had an amused look in them. His soft skin was a cream color, and also very clean. He had honey colored hair, but a dirty blonde color, that was tied back in a resting bow. The tips of his silk hair were curls. A smile played at his lips. His shoulders were broad and he was tall. He looked like an angel, or a god of some sort. Not at all did he look like a treasure obsessed, ruthless, stop-at-nothing pirate.

Looks can be deceiving though. And his looks were the most deceiving.

He took a golden pocket watch with a chain out of his inside of his jacket and he looked at the time. Smiling to himself and stood straight. Eight o' clock on the dot. Perfect timing. No doubt perfect. The sun was just starting to sink, and the people of this port were just beginning to go home, off-guard. Perfect timing.

He started to walk with a proud strut onto the grass, then onto the stone streets.

A sudden crying caught his attention and he looked down to see a little girl who was crying. He an annoyed roll of the eyes, he grabbed her arm and gave her a hard stare, and she gasp. He smiled at this and loosened his grip, and the look on his face, "Go home." He commanded to he in a high-and-mighty voice. When he let go of her, she instantly ran away. "Children." He muttered to himself in disbelief.

He took a deep breath and turned heel, ready to walk back to the rowboats to get to his ship until this was over but a voice caught his attention. "Here sir." It was gruff, one of his crew. He turned around and saw him holding onto a sixteen-year old girl with thick brown hair and green eyes. The man looked her up and down and a smirk spread across his lips, "So you're the daughter of Jack Sparrow? Your Camille?"

"Aye." She pulled away from the crew member to stare at this pirate, "I am. Who be ye?"

A grin replaced the smirk. She wasn't afraid of him at all. She was actually trying to stand up to him. How cute. He liked it. "Forgive me for not introducing myself, my lady." He gave a small bow, "I am Captain Jonathan Clarke. You may call me John though. If you wish."

"I'd rather not."

He gave a single nod, and he could easy read the look on her face, "We haven't meet before... I know you're thinking that I look familiar... You've meet my sister though."

She stared at him, "And who is your sister?"

"She didn't ever really give out the name Clarke too much. Her first name was Maud though. I believe you have meet her before."

At this, Camille fell silent her eyes widening. John smirked again, "Let us walk." He waved his crew member away, and he went back to terrorizing the port. John took a hold of Camille's arm, forcing her to walk with him, "I believe we have a few things to discuss."