Jack and Will stormed the small ship, weapons at the ready, and stopped short at the sight before them. Tori and a stranger were spinning about at a dangerous angle, hands clasped and laughing.

"I thought you had left for good-"

"I stowed away with my brother-"

"-searched everywhere-"

"-sent me back, but that ship sank­-"

"-missed you so much-"

Irritated at being ignored, Jack cocked his empty pistol and aimed it at the foreigner.

"Right, what's going on here and who's this?" He inquired forcefully.

The duo stopped spinning, and the boy pushed Tori behind him.

"Who're you?" he demanded, defiantly taking a step forwards.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous."

Tori stepped out from behind him and strode over to Jack, plugging the pistol with her finger and lowering it with an exasperated look on her face as she spun the barrel to prove to Jack she knew it was empty.

"He started it." Jack said defensively.

Tori rolled her eyes. "Shea, this is Captain Jack and Will Turner. They were bringing me back on my brothers' orders when the storm hit like I was /trying/ to tell you before." She flashed a glare at Jack who merely shrugged with an irritating grin.

"How do you do." Will gripped Shea's hand briefly. Jack half-tapped his bandana with a finger in salute.

"This is Shea," She introduced the sandy-haired lad, "my childhood best friend.

"How much does my brother owe you for tending this ship?" She asked, turning to him.

"Don't worry about it Tori-lass," Shea replied, blushing slightly.

"Let's see, three years last September? That's 69 pounds 30." She handed him a bag of coins from her belt. "Keep the change, but don't tell my brother." She whispered with a wink. "We can get supplies before we leave." Tori said to Jack and Will.

"You're leaving?" Shea asked desperately, "Now?"

"Shortly. I've got to. and No. Jack? Starboard anchor?" Jack pointed the anchor out to Will who obediently went to raise it. The current pulled the ship out of the cave. Shea raced down the deck after her.

"No?"

"No, you can't come." Tori swung down onto the beach and headed for her house trailed by the others. She disappeared in the door and emerged before Shea had caught up to her. She walked past him and handed the bag to Will.

"See we get only what we need." She nodded her head meaningfully at Jack. "Easy on the rum. I'll meet you back here."

Will and Jack walked for the village and Will risked a glance back at Tori who was effectively going over the ship with Shea dogging her, but he was starting to lag. A small smile played on Will's lips and it only intensified when he caught Jack glancing back as well.

"His prospects aren't very good, are they mate?" Jack asked, grinning

Will laughed a bit forcedly. "Not good at all I'd say." He replied, watching Shea frantically attempting to follow his acrobatic friend.

"She's cute." Jack noted casually once they reached town.

Will had been watching the antics of a rather large, unsightly woman beating a roguish customer about the head with a broom. Will started and looked disbelievingly at Jack.

"No lad," Jack sighed, watching a busty blond saunter by while tossing apples and other fruits at Will. "The spitfire back at the ship."

"Tori, you mean." Will replied, catching them carefully.

Jack flipped a coin at the man behind the stand. "Aye. The lass taking over my ship and command."

"She certainly gets what she wants." Will chuckled.

"Aye, but why didn't she mention a brother, I wonder." Jack mused, and moved on to the butcher, leaving Will to flounder after him.

"We're ready to sail!" Tori called, as Will and Jack roamed into sight.

'What about young Romeo?" Jack asked meaningfully, swaggering on deck as Will stumbled along trying very hard not to drop his enormous load.

"Shea? He's a little tired." She indicated the napping boy under a tree with a twisted grin.

"What did you? Knock 'im over the head?" Jack joked accusatorily.

Tori smirked "Remember the 'Pride of the Kings' Navy?' Same lil trick."

"There are fresh clothes below if you want to change, or-" she wrinkled her nose "at least use until you've washed yours."

"We've washed ours?" Jack asked dubiously,

"Oh just put them in a pile. I'll do it." Tori rolled her eyes, as was becoming a common habit, and smiled drawing the wheel to head back to The Bängala.

The anchor was raised, and the little vessel /The Heart of Gold/ sailed off into the blazing horizon.