A/N: Here is chapter 2. Enjoy! …Again…lol!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from POTC, Disney and whatnot.

Chapter 2: Return To Port Royal:

"Aye, 'asn't changed a bit." Jack said he gazed out at the island before looking over his shoulder at Marty and Duncan who were also in awe by the island. I knew they knew this place.

"Let go the anchor!" Jack bellowed, taking on the 'captain' mode. Duncan and Marty jumped in alarm, coming out of their trances before racing off to the capstan.

"All right, ye all 'eard the Cap'n'!"

Anamaria left my side at Duncan's cry of order to help, leaving me at my spot at the mizzenmast, perplexity bubbling inside me.

The ship was about fifty feet or so away from Port Royal. What was the point of stopping the ship now? I heard splashes near the back of the ship as both anchors were lowered and noticed as the ship started to slow down. It drifted for a few feet before completely stopping with a big jolt knocking me to the floor. I scrambled back up and headed over to question Jack.

"Jack, why are we stopping?" I was very confused, "Why don't we just dock in their harbor?"

Jack looked at me wide-eyed, "Are ye mad?" he exclaimed, "Commodore Norrington wouldn't want me missing me appointment with the gallows."

I knew immediately who Jack was referring to. I could remember the look of hatred and annoyance that grazed Jack every time he would tell me his tale of his infamous escape off of Fort Charles after a menacing battle with the Commodore and his men.

Or at least that was what I was told by Jack…

"Cap'n," Mr. Gibbs appeared carrying a long black coat and a matching fancy looking hat, "We've lowered the boat and are ready to disembark."

He handed the clothes to Jack and headed for the boat. I followed him. There was a rope ladder tossed over the side of the Pearl leading down to a small boat in the water. Anamaria was already in the boat and Mr. Gibbs just finished climbing down the ladder.

I swung my legs over the side and climbed down the ladder. Jack followed shortly after; dressed in the clothes Mr. Gibbs gave him. I hid my face as I tried not to laugh at how he looked. Anamaria and Mr. Gibbs started rowing us to shore.

"What the hell are you wearing?" I said.

"Ok, listen to me sweet," Jack said completely ignoring my question, "Once we hit land don't call me Jack. Call me John…uhhh John. What was it…oh yes! John Smith."

"John Smith? Isn't he an English captain?"

"No, thought of that name me self." Jack said in a drunken (but proud) manner.

"No Jack, you didn't"

"Yes I did"

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did"

"No you didn't"

"Yes I did"

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Are we there yet?" Anamaria muttered to Mr. Gibbs annoyingly as Jack and I continued our argument.

It wasn't long before we reached the port. Anamaria and Mr. Gibbs stop rowing and tied the boat to the dock. Jack was first out of the boat. Once he was up on the dock he turned around and held out his arms to me. I took his hands and he hauled me onto the dock.

Jack put his arm around me and started heading into the town. It was quite a warmer night than most I have spent. A number of many types of ships and boats were docked in the harbor and the late night merchant sailors tended to their duties before an early morning sail.

The harbor disappeared as we moved forward into the city, stopping in front of a tavern.

"All right, ye three just go on in. I got to go meet someone." And with that he stumbled down the road, swaying in his usual drunken manner.

Mr. Gibbs put his hand on my shoulder and led me into the tavern, "Come now lass."

The smell of booze hit me like a brick wall. Many men sat in the tables set up around the pub. Some were alone drowning themselves in the pleasure of liquor, others were in groups either engaging in conversations or courting the barmaids.

I followed Mr. Gibbs to the back where there were private booth seats. I sat down and Anamaria and Mr. Gibbs sat together across from me

"What'll it be, mates?" I never noticed the barmaid approach our table. Her curly blonde hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, she wore heavy eye make up and a burgundy dress that had her breasts practically coming out of her dipped neckline.

I furrowed my brows in disgust.

Anamaria held up four fingers "Bring us four rums…"

"…And keep 'em comin'."

Jack slid around the barmaid and sat down next to me. She went off and in almost an instant came back holding a tray with four tankards on it. She handed one to each of us and walked off.

"Drink up me hearties yo ho.", I said as I swung my glass forward as if proposing a toast. I put the glass to my lips and took a big gulp. I was quite used to the burning liquor so I barely felt anything.

"Heh, that's my girl." Jack said as he patted my back, a smile spread across his face.

"So where did ye go off to, Jack?" Mr. Gibbs asked taking a swig from his glass.

"Off to see a certain someone about a certain somethin' but he wasn't home." I noticed Jack's emphasizing on someone and something.

"Ah yes that." Mr. Gibbs seemed to know what he was talking about.

I pondered for a minute on what they might be talking about but decided to let it go.

The barmaid picked up the empty tankards and put down four more on the table.

A Couple Hours Later

"Okay…go!"

Jack and I picked up our glasses and chugged the rum in them as fast as we could. I slammed my glass down on the table and smiled triumphantly.

"Well what do ye know?" Jack said drunkenly.

"I win again, Jack." I said rubbing it in his face. I sighed exaggeratingly as I felt that comforting burning sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"Ye gotta admit Jack," Anamaria mutters, "She is a better drinker than ya."

Jack looked taken aback. "Now listen here luv…" he paused as if trying to find the words. He rocked back and forth a bit before falling forward. He hit the table face first with a loud bang and didn't move.

I leaned in towards Jack. I poked him several times and laughed as he started snoring.

"Heh, is he dead?" I asked out loud to no one in between giggles.

"Ye know. I think it was all that rum he drank." Mr. Gibbs said with a drunken tone.

I suddenly stop laughing and faced him, "You think so?" I was very confused. Suddenly the three of us just burst out laughing. "I think we need to get a room."

Anamaria stood up, "I'll take care of it."

She stumbled a bit but managed to make it to the counter. She got the attention of a man standing behind the counter and they started talking. He walked around the counter and followed Anamaria as she made her way back to our table.

"They've got some rooms for us." She informed.

I got up from the booth and Mr. Gibbs slings Jack over his shoulder. The innkeeper led us to a door on the other side of the pub. He opens the door and goes in.

He picked up a pair of keys that hung on a hook on the wall. I followed him up the stairs with Anamaria by my side and Mr. Gibbs behind me carrying Jack who was still out, mumbling incoherently.

I staggered as I made my way up and fell onto Anamaria, pushing her against the wall. We both started to giggle furiously.

The innkeeper gave us both an impatient look and we shut up (or at least tried to). We tried to keep our laughing quiet, as we were led down a lantern lit hallway and stopped in front of two doors. He unlocked them both.

"These are the only two rooms we have available." He stated.

"That's fine. We be stayin fer just the night." Mr. Gibbs replied.

Anamaria pulled out a few shillings and attempted to put them in his hand. She swayed forward and dropped them on the floor.

The innkeeper picked them up with a huff, "Thank you miss." He pocket them and headed back down the hall looking quite annoyed.

"So who is sleeping where?" I asked, helping her up.

"I'll be with Gibbs in here." She said heading into the left door, "G' night, Lia."

"Good night." I replied.

I walked into my room. There wasn't much in the small room, just one bed with a night table. A lantern was sitting on top of the night table and there was a comfy looking chair in the corner of the room.

Mr. Gibbs came in with Jack. He headed over to the bed.

"Nuh uh, no way Mr. Gibbs. The bed is mine." I slurred defensively, I quickly caught myself as I felt my body tip to the side.

Mr. Gibbs simply shrugged and put Jack on the chair.

"Good night, Mr. Gibbs." I said as he headed for the door.

"G' night lass." He left the room. I stumbled over to the bed and sat down. I peered out the window. The town had become completely dead except for a few militiamen walking around.

Over in the distance I could see the Black Pearl; just where Jack left it.

"Hmm, wouldn't someone spot it out there in the open?" I wondered out loud.

"Because… mate, I'm… Captain Jack Sssssssparrow…" Jack slurred in his sleep in between snores.

I shook my head and laughed as I pulled down the bed covers and climbed in.

It wasn't long before I too were fast asleep.

The Next Morning:

I fluttered my eyes open as soon as the first rays of the sun hit my face. It was probably about seven in the morning. I arched my back and stretched my arms, as I got ready to face what the day would bring.

I sighed in relief noticing quickly that I wasn't hung over from last nights drinking binge.

"Well that's one thing Jack is good for." I said in the middle of a yawn.

I kicked away the covers and sat up. I saw that Jack wasn't in the room.

'Hmm that's odd.' I thought out loud. It wasn't much a concern anyhow. Jack was always up and about.

I quickly shrugged off the thought as I unrolled a bandana I had wrapped around my wrist. I raked my fingers through my hair before pulling it up into a messy ponytail and tying it up with the bandana, leaving my one braid hanging down by the side of my face.

"Should we go in now?"

"No!"

"Oww, what was that for?"

"Just shut up!"

Sort murmurs were coming from behind my bedroom door. I pulled out my cutlass and slowly started to walk towards the door.

I knew the cutlass wouldn't do much but it was better than nothing.

I felt my heart race as I inched closer to the door. I slowly reached out my hand and began to turn the doorknob. My grip on the cutlass tightened.

I threw opened the door and pointed my cutlass in front of me, ready to fight.

Jack, Mr. Gibbs and Anamaria all toppled to the floor like fallen dominoes. A small box slid out of Anamaria's grasp as she hit the floor.

The box slid across the floor for only a second before hitting my foot.

I quickly secured my cutlass in its scabbard as I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell are you playing at? You scared the shit out of me!" I cried.

The trio clumsily scrambled to their feet, apparently still stumbling from the fall. Jack picked up the box as he stood and quickly straightened up to look presentable.

"Surprise!" they said in unison as Jack unwrapped the box revealing a small chocolate cake.

I gasped in total surprise, "Oh you didn't have to do that."

Jack smiled, "Well its not everyday yer only daughter turns eighteen, now is it?"

Anamaria put a single candle on it and lit it.

I was about to blow it out when Jack put his hand over my mouth.

"Nah you gotta make a wish, sweet."

I closed my eyes and searched my mind for what I desired. I didn't really know what to wish for (and I REALLY wanted that cake) so I just faked a wish and blew out the candle.

Everyone clapped and with a final happy birthday, they helped themselves to the cake.

"Was this 'the certain something'?" I asked Jack, imitating the way he said it last night.

"Oh no Lia. That's somethin' else. Somethin' fer later." Jack replied with a mischievous smile.

After eating, we all headed down to the bar. Since it was quite early in the morning, it was a lot emptier than last night. I sat on one of the chairs surrounding the counter.

"Jack, can I go explore around the city?" I had to admit, after weeks of being out at sea I sure could use the exploration.

"Sure, go knock yerself out." He said, waving his hands toward the door.

Without thinking twice, I got off my chair and headed out of the tavern

"Don't get into trouble now!" he hollered.

I simply waved my hand in a lazy manner, "Yeah, I know…"

Jack's POV:

As soon as she was out the door I turned to Mr. Gibbs who was busy ordering a drink.

"Ya I will have a…HEY!" Before he could finish, I grabbed his collar and pulled him off his seat.

"Follow her," I ordered, pointing out the door. "And make sure she doesn't do anythin' stupid."

Mr. Gibbs nodded and left the tavern in a hurry to catch up to Lia.

I sat down at the counter and grabbed a drink. I quickly noticed Anamaria's annoyed glare at me.

"See somethin' ye like, luv?" I grinned as Anamaria rolled her eyes.

"Not even close, Jack." She broke her glare and looked out the window, "Do ye really not trust her?"

The curiosity was thick in her voice.

I sighed, "Trust is not an issue here I'm afraid…"

Anamaria scoffed, "That's persuasive."

I pointed a finger at her, "Let me finish!"

She smiled and held her hands up in surrender.

"After the spot of trouble she put me in, I tend to keep 'er out of harm's way which I've noticed she is quite a genius at getting into."

A/N: Ok this is where I leave you for now. Hope you are enjoying the modifications.