Tori turned once she got in the back hallway and cornered her admirer against the wall.

"I need Gibbs, Jason. Go get him."

"How did you know me name? Anyways, I'm right 'ere love, you don't need 'im."

Jason felt something sharp poke him in the stomach.

"Please."

The icy-eyed maiden smiled sweetly, but it was somehow offset by the dagger in his stomach. Jason froze, and nodded mechanically, wondering why this girl seemed so familiar. "Of-of course milady. I'll go get 'im!"

The girl seemed to warm again, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Send him over to that table by the window. And do hurry." She smiled sweetly.

Jason hurried away from the frightening girl, and Tori resumed her seat.

"Will, won't you have some lemonade?"

As Will reached, the bar maiden hastily reached and took it away. "I think I sarw a fly fall in sir, maybe I'd better get another."

But she didn't leave.

"Will, do you know of Captain Diablo?" Tori asked suddenly,

Will shook his head. "I've never heard of him. Why?"

"Oh, I just wondered why everyone was talking about him being in port, that's all. I wondered if he was the likes of a Navy captain."

Will shrugged, but Brandy gasped and scurried off almost immediately, dropping the lemonade glass.

Tori barely had time to grin sadistically, for she caught a movement out the corner of her eye, though the scent hit her first.

"Damn my eyes if they lie! It can't be Master Will Turner!"

Gibbs and Will clasped hands, and Will wrinkled his nose slightly.

"Good to see ye mate!"

"And you Gibbs! What's the news?"

"Oh not much, and you?"

"Well actually, it's Jack."

"Again? I thought you 'ad 'im!"

"Me too." Will replied "But I haven't heard from him. He promised a week."

"Schedules get mixed up, Will. Ye 'even't given 'im the time!"

"Elizabeth doesn't have time!"

Tori listened carefully, while trying to look otherwise interested. Elizabeth? Time? What is this lad up to? She absentmindedly reached across the table and picked up Will's untouched mug of ale and took a healthy drink.

"What if something's happened to him? I don't even know where he is! If he doesn't find it, Elizabeth dies! I can't stand just sitting here! I'll go back out in that boat and look myself if you'll give me a clue!"

"That "boat" is likely at the bottom of the harbor by now." Tori interceded quietly.

Gibbs and Will looked at her as if she had just appeared. "I'm sorry, but it was barely afloat when we docked."

"'Oo's she!" demanded Gibbs

"I rescued her! She's the daughter of a fisherman, but he was… um, sent to David Joneses Locker."

Gibbs winced at Will's awful lack of jargon.

"Does she…?"

Will stared at him, confused. "know" Gibbs mouthed. Will shook his head, still confused.
"Abou' Jack's…occupation, the, er, expedition…"
"Oh!" Will's eyes lit up in understanding, "No! No, no. Not… no."

"Look," Gibbs dropped his voice. "Take a room for th' night. I'll send ou' a thing, if 'e's aroun', 'e'll get it an' come over." Gibbs pulled out a slip of parchment and scribbled something on it with a piece of charcoal, and folded it, handing it to Will."

"Jus' stay 'ere. It'll be safer than wandrin' aroun'. Get's dangerous fer a-- well, fer you. Catch?"

Tori finished off Will's ale, amused by Gibbs' dancing around the subject.

"An', keep an eye on yer lady. She-, jus' keep 'er safe with a knife if ye need."

Tori blushed in surprise, and Will stuttered, flustered.

"She's not mine, I just found her, er, rescued her until we get home- She goes to her home, or a home, er…"

Gibbs laughed, and the town clock gonged midnight.