A/N: A character in here by the name of Siri was Barbossa's love, the character who did the prologue.

Ok. That's settled……and it starts into Barbossa/Jack slash a little.

"I didn't think you'd be coming back here to Port Royal anytime soon-"

"Yet here I stand," Barbossa cut him off. "No pleasantries? No warm reception? You don't watch yourself more closely, you'll end up being stiffer than most of your shitty regiment."

"Don't curse in my presence, Captain. And I'll have you know they are very well-trained soldiers, prepared for anything."

"Really? Well, that doesn't explain why they weren't more prepared for when I came back last time."

"It had been awhile since any sort of attack-"

"Now, none of that. No excuses, James."

"Commodore, if you would be so kind."

"My apologies." He paused, then added, "Commodore."

He let his hands fall to his sides, and noticed Norrington's grip on his pistol tighten.

"Kill me and get it over with if that's what you're planning on doing," he said with a slight smile.

Norrington looked uncertain for the first time since he caught him.

"But it would only seem fair if you would spare me, seeing as I did spare you by killing one of my own crew in order to save you last time."

"Yes, but-"

"And I remember hearing that you gave Jack Sparrow a day's head start after he escaped the gallows."

"That's true-"

"Then I would be very gratified if you would give me the same courtesy also."

Barbossa did not let his eyes stray from Norrington's. He uprooted Norrington's own code of order and conduct within himself with just his gaze. He knew he had Norrington backed into a corner.

Norrington sighed and slowly lowered his pistol. Barbossa nodded in approval.

"You unbelievable devil. Go to hell," Norrington said quietly.

Barbossa smiled wickedly. "I believe I've been there before."

He laughed. Norrington cringed.

"Thank you for the escape, Commodore," Barbossa said sardonically.

He turned and walked away, leaving Norrington alone in the dark alley.

"Shit," Norrington muttered, as he turned to walk in the other direction back to the Turner household.

Barbossa and several other men left the ship and went into the town. They had docked in Tortuga after making a safe getaway from Port Royal.

Barbossa had someone to meet, and he knew just where to find him.

He entered the crowded pub named The Faithful Bride. It was filled with people, mainly men, who threw punches at each other and were very drunk. He shoved his way through, glancing around nonchalantly, and spotted the man in a corner of the room at a table and three others with him. His hair was in its same form; trinkets dangling and placed ever so carefully in his black hair. A tail of his red bandana rested on his right shoulder. His triangular hat was positioned on his head perfectly, and his unmistakable gold teeth shined slightly when he grinned. The black kohl around his eyes was faded, and Barbossa knew it would be reapplied soon to be made dark and mysterious once more. His dark amber eyes looked at the man sitting next to him, and one glance toward the bar counter made his smile slowly fade from his face. Barbossa smirked in return, realizing he was the cause of the man's now perplexed expression. Barbossa saw him speak to the men he was with and then they got up and left. Barbossa got two mugs of beer and headed over to the table. He sat down next to his former Captain.

"Hello, Jack," he said dryly, with a charming grin playing across his lips.

"Barbossa……I didn't expect to see you here, mate."

"I could say the same about you. Is that your first?" he asked, noticing Jack had a cup in front of him.

"It is. I'm about to get myself another, so if you'll excuse me-"

"I've got an extra."

Barbossa slid the second mug of beer he had gotten to Jack.

"Thanks. They're out of rum, the bloody bastards."

"Why is the rum gone?"

"Too many drunken scallywags around comin' in here askin' for it. They take several dozen mugs of it for their crew, so it was easy to run out."

Jack took several gulps of his beer before he placed it back onto the table. It was halfway gone, and Barbossa had not even started to drink his yet. He was watching Jack sternly, not having time to bother himself with the alcohol. He was counting instead.

"What's new with ya, Jack? It seems I have not seen ye for quite some time."

"Nothing much is new, really. A few raids here and there, another trip back to the East India Company and made it out of there just in time. I've also been to see Will and Elizabeth a couple of times and I've visited Siri too."

Jack saw Barbossa's stern expression falter into depression, but as soon as he noticed it, the trace of sadness left him and he gazed upon him with satisfaction once again. He waited for an answer from Barbossa, but realized he would receive none.

"She's fine. She looks even more beautiful now. Hell, I'd fuck her if only we weren't just friends."

He flashed his smile and his gold teeth glinted in the candlelight. Barbossa gave an awkward grin in return.

Jack went back to chugging his beer, then slammed it against the table once he was done.

"These don't last long, do they?"

"I'll get ya another."

Barbossa got up and went to the bar counter. He returned moments later with two more mugs, both of which he set in front of Jack.

"Thanks, mate," Jack said, his words beginning to slur together more.

Jack had completely lost it. He was intensely drunk. The large alcohol consumption made him lose his reasoning skills, and he had no clear idea of what he was doing and why he was doing it.

"Another one! Another one," he shouted.

Barbossa readily obliged, and presented him with yet another mug of beer. Jack took it greedily and drank it.

"Thank you, thank you," he said quickly. "How can I thank you?" he said with a smile, as he placed his hand on Barbossa's knee beneath the table.

"Now, Jack-"

Jack grinned, removed his hand, and moved his chair closer to Barbossa. He leaned dangerously close to Barbossa. He was about to kiss him, but Barbossa's strong hand gently pushed him away.

"Not here, Jack."

"Why not? Everyone does!"

"It wouldn't be proper."

"Where do you propose we take our little improper, inappropriate act then?"

"Follow me."

Barbossa stood up. Jack attempted to, but was so drunk, he collapsed right back into his chair. He roared with laughter, causing Barbossa to laugh slightly also. Barbossa hauled him up and placed his arm around his waist. Jack placed his arm across Barbossa's shoulders and let his fingers play with Barbossa's hair. They stumbled out of the pub and into the busy street. They made their way around everyone. All the while, Jack kept making advances towards Barbossa and Barbossa would always push him away slightly and say, "It wouldn't be proper."

They finally came to an inn. Jack was incredibly dazed and practically oblivious to everything except Barbossa.

"How many occupants?" the innkeeper asked.

"Two," Barbossa replied.

"How many rooms?"

"One."

The innkeeper gave Barbossa an inquiring look. It changed to disgust when Jack began to kiss and lick Barbossa's cheek. He handed a key to Barbossa and mumbled a room number.

Barbossa, still helping Jack walk, left for the room, watched by an appalled innkeeper.

A/N: Don't review saying it's most unlikely Norrington would let him off. Just go with it:)