Liz stood there looking at Jack as he stood. "Where have you been? The crew hasn't seen you in 10 days."

Jack grinned. "Drunk, me darlin' girl! How drunk, you might ask? Well, let me tell you, I— Lizzie, is that you? Am I dreaming? How did you get here?"

"Jack! We must find Will! He's looking for you in the whorehouses."

Jack blinked; he really was quite drunk at the moment. "Come again, luv."

Lizzie stepped into his face. "I SAID, MY HAWT BOYFRIEND'S LOOKING FOR YOU IN THE WHOREHOUSES OF THE TOWN!"

"Oh, well no need to shoot, luv, savvy?"

Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, she shook him. "We have to find Will!"

"OK, luv, okay. Don't get your under things in a knot. We'll find your dear William, then take ourselves to the Pearl, aye?" he took a swig of rum. "Let's be off, shall we? I happen to be quite familiar with the brothels in this town."

Jack and Liz went to a ladies of the evening house and they looked around.

Elisabeth though to herself, 'Oh my, all the naked bodies. How terribly improper!'

'Yet lewdly intriguing at the same time, wouldn't you agree?' replied her inner self.

'Why yes...I mean, certainly not! A lady like me shouldn't be in a place like this.'

'Not in those clothes, no.'

Liz looked down to her brown pants, white pirate shirt complete with black undershirt, grey vest and purple sash. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "The fact you're wearing clothes in a whorehouse is a surprising feat, if you're asking me, luv."

Liz was about to reply, denouncing Jack's comment and pronouncing its impropriety or perhaps making a lewd one of her own when a strange old woman walked into the room.

"Son!" cried she, and she threw her arms around Jack. "You've come to visit! Can I get you a girl for the night?"

"No, Ma...maybe later. I've come looking for my super cool swashbuckling hottie friend Will Turner. He's about yea tall" he motioned around his chest area, "with swords, morals. You'd know him: eunuch. Not much for one of your girls to due with 'im, savvy?"

"Well I ain't seen him." She turned to Lizzy. "An' what you be doin' here, luv? Lookin' fer a job...or are you already on patrol as it were?"

Miss Swann's eyes went wide. Jack pushed her behind him. "You know, Ma, not every woman I hang with is a whore."

Jack's mom raised an eyebrow.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Never mind, Ma. We're going now." They embraced again. And Lizzie thought she heard Jack whisper "Luv ye," before leaving.

Walking out of the whorehouse, they went into another.

Meanwhile, Will went into a yet another whorehouse, for Port Au Prince was quite littered with them, and he was flabbergasted by all the nakedness and couldn't believe what he saw, and he was glad Mrs. Swann hadn't come.

"I'm glad Miss Swann didn't come," he said and shouted aloud for Jack. Jack didn't answer back.

So he asked some women where Jack was, but they didn't know, and he decided to leave. But as he was leaving a woman came up to him and prepositioned him for the night. Will refused, explaining that he was in love with Miss Swann, but the hooker got mad and knocked him over the head with a handy bottle of rum.

Meanwhile, Jack and Elizabeth had no luck finding Will at the next whorehouse, so they were about to leave when suddenly they heard cannon fire from the harbor.

A/N: Chapter two is done; yay! So please review and receive a Victor's Secret catalog for your trouble!