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Three weeks had past since the incident with Jonathan Clarke, and no news had came of him yet. Nothing. It was like he had vanished, or, just remained well hidden. Then again, he didn't seem the type that would hide. No, he seemed like he was more the type to shout to everyone where he was, and when they came, they'd be in a trap, awaiting their fate.

Jack wasn't one to just give up though. He had known John since the boy was twelve. How much could his ways of thinking had changed since then? He was one to stay quiet and listen, always listen, wether you wanted him to or not. Sometimes he'd look directly at someone while they were having a conversation with another person, which, in no way, involved him. Other times, he'd pretend to be interested in something else, but constantly he was eavesdropping. That's how he made his plans. By figuring out what yours were first.

Well not this time.

No. Jack wasn't uttering a single word to anyone about his plans. Of course, he didn't yet have any plans. How was he suppose to find John? He seemed to be lost in the world. John could be inland, on the coast, or in the deepest parts of the sea. Jack was usually quick with ideas, but now... he wasn't so sure of himself. He had doubts. Jack Sparrow had doubts of his plans.

Jack folded his hands together in his lap, sliding down further in the chair. Slowly, he let his hands go, bringing one up, so his chin could rest on it. His eyes moved over to the side of the manor and he raised his eyebrows in a thought. The sun was setting, the night was slowly coming down on Port Royal. The rum tasted, if it was even possible, better at night. Next to some beautiful woman. Yes. Get some rum, a beautiful woman, go to the beach...Get a lot of rum, two women, if he could. That'd be even better yet. Surely that would help him think. With the smirk on his face, Jack get out of the chair, and walked out of the house.

Camille and Thomas fell back onto the bed of the inn and Camille let out a giggle of happiness. Thomas let, running his hands through her soft hair. Her hands ran up his arms, shoulders, and came to rest on his neck, as she kissed his lips. Thomas kissed her and let out a laugh, looking into her eyes. She smiled and then sat up, kissing him again.

He let out another loud laugh, and Camille also laughed while trying to quiet him, "Shhh!" She put her finger to her lips and grinned. Thomas nodded in agreement, kissing her forehead. He stood up and looked around for the bottle of rum he dropped, he saw it in the corner of the room, hastily, he got it, but nearly tripped over the chair. Camille let out a squeal of laughter. He looked back at her, a big grin across his face. Thomas grabbed the bottle, and stumbled back to the bed, putting the bottle to his lips, and tipping it up.

After many letters (more then two back and forth each day) they had finally got together. It was a secret, of course. But a great one. After dancing at the place where they first danced, the had gotten a few bottles of the finest rum. Finest, maybe it wasn't the 'finest', but even still...and a 'few' bottles of rum where actally about a few each, not too mention buying even more. That's when they had the genius plan. Buy a room at an inn. They couldn't be bothered.

And now... They weren't about to let this night slip away.

Camille reached out for the bottle, and he handed it to her. She smirked at Thomas. The classic smirk she had developed from Jack over the years. Taking a swig, she let it drop to the wooden floor. She looked at it at the floor, then looked back to Thomas, who, even in a very giggley and drunken state could still gaze at her softly. He loved her green eyes, they weren't like anyone else's eyes. Nobody's.

"What is it?" She asked with a smile as she laid back (well, actually just let herself drop down). She looked to the wall as she closed her eyes.

He crawled next to her, and laid him down next to her. Thomas leaned on his elbow as he stared down at her, "It's nothing..."

"It is so." Camille looked back to him as she lifted her hand to his cheek, softly beginning to trace the line of his jaw.

Thomas reached up, and held her hands into hers. He pressed his lips against her hand, then looked down to her, "Well, it's only just... I'll be twenty next year. Twenty years old!"

"That isn't old, Thomas."

"I know... But then, just a few years after that... I'll be a commodore." His smile faded from his lips, as he laid his head down onto the pillow, next to hers.

She gazed at him, "And... Do you want to be?"

He shrugged, "I'm not sure. Actually...no. I don't want to be. Too much responsibility. And... I just love you so."

Camille's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, "What?"

Thomas smiled softly as if he seemed to realize what he just said, "I love you. I do." He said this under his breath, to himself, "I do." His eyes flashed back to hers, "I do! I love you!"

She smiled, "I- I love you, too..."

He laughed in a dazed way, but he suddenly stop as he sat up.

"What is it?" She asked, her eyes full of concern.

"I love you. I don't want to be a commodore. I do love you. Camille Sparrow. The daughter of a pirate! I, suppose to be commodore, love the daughter of a pirate!" He said with a grin, his voice dripping with happiness and excitement.

Camille grinned, "Yes...?"

He reached over her, to get the bottle of the room. Taking the last swig, he wiped his sleeve across his mouth as he looked at Camille. His hands pulled at the end of his white shirt in a nervous way. "We'll... what would you think of...to get married?"

She sat up, staring at him, "What?"

"Married. Would you marry me? I mean...If I asked you?"

Camille looked down to the floor and shrugged, "I don't know... That's an awful big deal, Thomas..."

Instantly, his eyes dropped down to the bed, a fallen look on his face. "I know... I shouldn't even asked."

"Oh. So you were asking?"

He kept his head lowered, but his eyes looked up at her, "I- Well... Would- I mean... Will you marry me?"

"I would."

Thomas shot up, standing rigid, "Really?"

"Yes."

A large grin spread across his handsome face as he quickly hugged her, picking her up. "Oh, this is great! Perfect!"

Camille laughed and kissed his cheeks, "But... when?"

"Erm- As soon as possible."

"Really?"

"Yes..."

"Where... I doubt any place here would let us."

"Your right. So let's go to Paris or London."

Her mouth dropped in surprise, "England? France?"

"Only if you want to."

"I do! But... how'd we get there?"

"I've been on the ocean ever since I can remember...I'm sure you have to..."

"But not just any ship would let us on..."

"Well..." Thomas began, folding his hands behind his back. He let out a sigh, in deep thought. "Well then...We'll just have to 'commandeer' a ship won't we?"

"Steal one?"

"Commandeer. Commandeer a ship out of the port to-"

"France." Camille said with a grin.

He tilted his head to the side and gave her a soft look, "Commandeer a ship to France. We can pick up a crew on the way."

Camille smiled and threw her arms around his neck, laughing in happiness.

"Shall we go celebrate?" He whispered in her ear.

"How?"

"Get some more rum, dancing... Anything..."

"Alright... Get some more rum, go to the beach for a while, go dancing again."

"So... we bought this room for no reason at all?" He asked in a drawl, looking into her eyes.

"You'll just have to wait to see if we wasted it... or not." Camille gave him a smirk and he returned it back to her.

"Let's go." She took his hand, leading him out of the room, out of the inn. They started to walk up the dark streets of Port Royal, unaware of the two people that were just ahead of them. Two people who won't be the happiest to see them together.

James Norrington and Jack Sparrow.

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