Jill watched quietly out the window as Port Royal sped by. She could hear Elizabeth giving a tour in the back of her mind but paid her no real attention. Her thoughts were focused on Jack. That seemed to be the only thing she could focus on. She loved him and he loved her but Jack was a pirate. While Jill could live with that, she seemed comfy aboard the Pearl, she wasn't sure Jack would be happy being with her the rest of his life.

Elizabeth's voice finally broke though Jill's revere and Jill shook her head to try and clear her mind. She and Jack would have to talk sooner or later.

"What are you looking for?" Elizabeth asked, smiling across the carriage at Jill as she rode backward.

"Um, I'm not really sure but I'd like something for day wear. Jack got rid of my old dress so I'm borrowing someone's until I can get my own clothing."

"So another basic dress, then? Or another pants and tunic set?"

"Oh, um, just the dress, I figure."

"How about something more fancy as well?"

"I'm afraid there isn't much need for a gown on board a pirate ship."

"Maybe not but every girl needs a few in her wardrobe. Besides, Jack can afford it so why not splurge a bit?"

A smile crept across Jill's lips at the thought of Jack, and the look on his face when she's first enter in a stunning ball gown.

"I'm thinking a light blue like the sky on a clear day or maybe a dark navy, almost black. Really you would look splendid in any color."

"Jack already has a green dress he's been letting me wear."

"Then we'll go with a lighter color for warmer weathered parties."

"That sounds wonderful. Thank you."

A warm silence fell between the two women as the carriage stopped. The door opened and Elizabeth and Jill disembarked. Jill followed Elizabeth into a small dress shop, unaware of a very surprised and angry pair of eyes following them.

The shop was small and fairly empty, save for a small girl working atop a short wooden stool. There was a ball of white thread on the floor beside her as her small hands worked quickly around the growing lace trim. She looked up at the tinkle of the bell on the door and smiled broadly.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Turner. To what do we own the pleasure?" the young girl said, putting her lacework down and hoping off the stool.

"We'd like to see some of your day wear, Nicole. Nothing to fancy quiet yet."

"Yes, Mrs. Turner. I'll get mother for you then."

Elizabeth nodded and turned back to Jill as Nicole disappeared into a back room.

"So how do you know Jack Sparrow?" she asked, curiosity evident in her brown eyes.

"We were childhood friends in Tortuga. His father frequented my own father's general store before my family was killed."

"Oh, how awful. When did that happen?"

"I was eight years old. Out store was raided because of who we did business with. That was the end of a semi-respectable Tortuga."

"But you're been on board the Pearl this whole time?"

"No. I was taken in by some local women until I was kidnapped and sold into the slave trade at the age of twelve. I've been drifting ever since."

"How did you meet up with Jack again?"

Jill's answer was cut short by the appearance of Nicole and her mother.

"So sorry to have kept you, Mrs. Turner. Nicole tells me you are looking for some simple day dresses?"

"Yes, actually they are for my friend here, Jill Warrick. She will be leaving in the next few days and needs something simple."

Nicole's mother eyes Jill disapprovingly before turning back to Elizabeth. "I'll see what I have finished. Any color?"

"Yes, please. Whatever you have on hand," Jill answered, hoping to win the woman over.

"Anything else?" the woman asked, her speech still directed at Elizabeth.

"Not right now. We'll see how this goes first," Elizabeth answered, trying to quell the rising tension.

With anther glance, Nicole's mother turned on her heel and went back through the door into the back room. Elizabeth turned back to Jill.

"Well?" Elizabeth said.

"What?"

"How did you find Jack again?"

"Oh, um," Jill said slowly casting a glace at Nicole who was still in the room.

"Nicole, how about you go help your mom. We would both appreciate your expertise on the subject," Elizabeth said, turning to the young girl.

"Yes, Mrs. Turner."

Alone once more, Elizabeth turned once more, almost bouncing right in the middle of the shop.

"I was placed back in the trade a few years ago and remained there until a few days ago when Gibbs bought me as a present for Jack. Gibbs didn't know of Jack and I's past relationship at all. It's kind of fate really."

"Are you going to stay with Jack?"

"He owns me, I have to."

Elizabeth fell silent as this realization hit her. She hadn't put it all together and the fact that Jill was enslaved to Jack was a bit startling.

"Do you love him?" she asked quietly.

Jill didn't answer, only nodded slightly.

"And Jack?"

"He says he loves me. That doesn't

"And Jack?"

"He says he loves me. That he doesn't own me. It's just hard to rework your mind around freedom aster so long without it."

The room became a bustle again as Nicole and her mother returned, arms loaded down with day dresses in all hues. Jill resigned herself to the search and began trying on the dresses, Jack pushed to the back of her mind, for now.