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Squirrel blinks. "Jack," she whispers hurriedly, "Norrington's coming this way."

Jack looks quickly over his shoulder. "Ignore him, he'll go away." He grins, flashing his gold-capped teeth.

"Jack Sparrow." Norrington's bored drawl draws both Squirrel and Jack's attention away from the dance.

"Or not." Jack nods. He untangles himself from Squirrel and waves his hands in Norrington's face. "Captain. It's Captain Jack Sparrow. How many times do I have to remind you, Commodore?"

Squirrel holds her breath and backs slightly out of the way. Norrington's mouth goes into a thin hard line.

"Indeed." He holds out his hand. "Your invitation, Captain?"

Jack rummages in his borrowed clothes for the white card, then holds it up for Norrington to read. "Written by my good mate Will, I think you'll find, Commodore. Nothing the matter with a friend of Will's being here, is there?"

Norrington narrows his eyes. "That all depends on whether the friend is willing to kill to come to a wedding."

Jack grins, tucking the invitation back into his shirt. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Commodore."

For some reason, that answer makes Norrington's scowl deepen even further. "I see." He catches sight of Squirrel, and his scowl suddenly fades. He pushes past Jack. "Good day, Captain."

Norrington takes hold of Squirrel's hand. "I'm still waiting for that dance, Miss Grey." He presses his lips lightly against the back of her hand. Squirrel turns her brightest shade of red and tries not to make a nervous squeak. Norrington bows.

Jack sidles over, standing next to Squirrel as Norrington fades into the crowd. "What was that about?"

Squirrel cringes. "I d-d-don't kn-know…"

Jack raises an eyebrow. "You turn the most interesting shades of red, d'you know that?"

Squirrel blushes again, but regains her practised accent. "Sorry."

"Come on." Jack says, turning Squirrel around. "Let's finish this dance and get out of here."

Squirrel tries to meet Jack's eyes, but he's glaring over her shoulder. He mutters under his breath, and Squirrel catches a few words.

"No-one… bloody Norrington… with my… Squirrel…"

Once again, Squirrel curses her ability to suddenly and for no reason blush. It has to be a lie. 'With my Squirrel'? Jack just said that…And back then, looking for my mother's treasure, he wouldn't've told me he loved me if he didn't mean it. That pirate must've lied. It's nothing more than a jealous lie.

She looks up, trying to see Jack's face, but he's still making sure that Norrington is gone. She smiles slightly, and then, outside the white of the tent, Squirrel catches a glimpse of blue and yellow feathers. Squirrel smiles wider. Still watching out for us…

The smile freezes on her face. The man smiles and waves. Jack accidentally steps on Squirrel's foot, and she gives a yelp of surprise.

"Sorry, luv!" Jack apologises. "But I thought you said you knew the dance!"

Squirrel looks up again. The man is gone. It's that pirate! I know it was!

"Squirrel?" Jack asks gently, "Are you alright?"

Squirrel tries to smile, but her eyes flick back and forth, searching. "It's n-nothing." She catches herself, and smiles at Jack. "I saw Mister Cotton's parrot, that's all."

Jack rolls his eyes. "Splendid. Now everyone's going to know I'm dressed like an English pansy."

Squirrel only just holds back a giggle. "It doesn't really suit you at all. Why are you dressed like that?"

Jack raises an eyebrow. "But Will said that you said that you…" Realisation dawns, and Jack scowls. "Where is that scoundrel Will Turner? He's going to pay for…"

"For what?" Squirrel says, trying not to smile.

Jack shakes his head, scowling. "Nothing." Squirrel can't help but wonder about the reddish tinge to his ears. But as the dance progresses, Squirrel finds her thoughts wandering more and more. It was that pirate. I know it was. But what is he doing here? And what does he want?

A/N: What indeed?