"That's it." Norrington said with a scold on his face. In an instant he had tackled an unsuspecting Jack to the ground. Jack cursed aloud as he fell, but as soon as he hit the ground, his first hit the bottom jaw of the commodore, knocking him off. Norrington stumbled back, but caught himself against the wall of a shop. He wiped out the pistol, as did Jack.

"Ye don't want to be having a duel with a pirate, mate."

"A pirate?" He scoffed, "You're the worst pirate I've ever had to deal with. The other pirates that I've dealt with have all ended up in the gallows. Your no different, Sparrow."

"That's captain to you."

"Captain? Like someone such of my status in society would call you 'Captain'."

"You have all the other times I've told ye to." Jack said with a smirk.

Norrington chose to ignore this comment, "I will not call you 'Captain'."

"There is only one person, just one, who doesn't have to call me captain. You certainly are not them."

"And who is this one person?"

"That one single person is Camille."

"That wretched girl."

"She is not wretched. Take that back!"

"Well... If the girl was raised in the proper way. Well, she'd be a proper young lady by now. But you, Jack Sparrow, have turned her into a pirate. You have already wrote what her fate will be. It will be no different then the end that all pirates have faced. You're the one to blame." Norrington challenged him in a cold, commanding voice.

Jack's eyes narrowed as he cracked his jaw. His finger moved to the trigger of the gun, as he held it level to Norrington's head, "And your nephew... Who's being raised by you... Who is suppose to be the next commodore has fallen for a pirate. Haven't you taught him better?"

"You're a pirate... I wouldn't be punished at all for killing you. I'd be honored."

"You'd be run out of the town, though."

"Why would I be?"

"This whole port... They wouldn't let you kill me without anything happening to you. I've protected all of them before from other attacks. I might as well be the commodore here, if not the king."

James Norrington scowled but footsteps reached his ear, and he turned his head, ready to tell the person off for being out on the streets so late at night. But, he saw his nephew. "THOMAS!" His voice echoed all around.

Jack also looked, "Camille? What are you doing with him?!"

Camille froze as she looked at the anger faces of Jack and Norrington, "Um- Well-"

Thomas frowned and dropped his eyes to his shoes. Just hours before, he had asked Camille to marry him...and she said she would. A smile crossed his lips and his hand went to hers. Camille looked to Thomas's face and seeing him smile, she did the same.

"Let go of her hand!" Jack shouted in an almost desperate rate.

"Thomas!" Norrington yelled in the same way.

Thomas gave Camille's hand a gentle squeeze, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "It'll all be alright, Camille. I promise... Everything will be alright." She nodded at hearing this, and looked back to Jack. Thomas lifted his eyes to his uncle and to her fiance's father. "No."

"What?" They both asked at the same time.

"No... I'm not going to let go of her hand, I'll always hold it in mine." His eyes wandered to his uncle, "And I'm not going to come with you to be forbidden to see Camille again. The truth is, I don't want to be commodore." Thomas smiled softly at Camille before looking back to them, "I love Camille."

At this, both of their eyes widened. "No! You don't know what love is!" Jack told him. "You haven't a clue!" Norrington added.

"Yes, I do. And wether we've got your blessing or not... We are going to be married." He held up Camille's hand to reveal the gold ring on Camille's finger that had a single, but beautiful diamond in it. He had bought it for her after they left the inn. "We're going to get married."

A strange sound came out of Jack's mouth. Norrington just stood there, too shocked to say anything. And not the good kind of shocked. Thomas only smiled, as he kissed Camille's hand before letting their hands drop down slowly. "I love her. I know I do. And I will until I die." Hearing this, Norrington's face twisted into an expression that neither of them could read.

Camille wet her lips, looking to Jack, "And I love him. He's been nothing but sweet and kind and acted like a perfect gentleman to me."

Jack stood there but suddenly stated to shake his head madly as if this wouldn't make it untrue. "No! No, Camille! You don't know what a 'prefect gentleman' is! Ever since ye were six, you've been out on the ocean! Beside's the crew... you've hardly known any man! We didn't go to ports a whole lot! YOU DON'T KNOW!"

"I do." Camille said softly, "And if you really loved me, you'd understand."

"Really loved you?! You came to me when you were six! I've always got ye anything you've asked for! I do love you, and that's why I forbid you to marry him!"

Tears welled up in her eyes and escaped, rolling down her cheeks. "I do know! I love him! And I don't care if you like it or not, but I will marry him!" She lifted the skirt off of the ground, and turned starting to run.

"No!" Norrington shouted, "No! Thomas, I promised your parents! I won't let you ruin your future!"

"You don't care about what I want. You only care for yourself. Your reputation. I don't want to be commodore. I never did." Thomas said with a sigh. He took off the hat, and red jacket filled with numerous awards on the chest. He tossed them to his uncle's feet. "I know how I want my future to end up..." He turned, and briskly walked in the same direction that Camille left.

Jack Sparrow and James Norrington stood dumbfounded, in the middle of the street.

The blue eyes glinted in the darkness of the alley, "This is perfect. No doubt perfect. Things couldn't be any better, could they?" Jonathan turned away from the two men still standing in the street, exchanging glances, to face his first mate who was standing in the darkness, who nodded in agreement.

"This is going to be much easier then we thought."

He gave a single nod, and silently walked away, with his first mate following. They turned many corners, walking along the small, dirty streets. "The two young ones in such a deep love, that they'd do anything in the world for each other... And the two 'parents' would do anything do get them apart...Young love is so... easy to manipulate to work in your way. Isn't it?"

"Aye."

John grinned to himself, "Just like with my sister, rest her soul, and that Anthony fellow. When she died in birth with the child... Anthony was so depressed, very amusing, wasn't it?"

"It was."

"I mean, I loved my sister, but... Life goes on... But Anthony. Well, I didn't like him much from the start. All he needed where a few things whispered to him, and... He took his own life. Out of love, he killed himself."

His first mate laughed at the memory and John chuckled to himself. "Love... It'll cause you to act in the most ridicules ways."

"Love is murder." His first mate said in an amused way.

Jonathan grinned as his ship came into view, "It is, isn't it?"