By the other side of Port Royal, an old pair of black boots jumped off a tiny boat and landed with a thud on the pebbly shore.

"Damn my smarmy luck!" yelled a numbed, low voice belonging to the boots' owner. "Twice I've been to this God stained mount of sand and rocks! And TWICE I've arrived here lookin' like a fish!" He looked madly at the minuscule boat that the salty ocean's water had almost completely flooded. "Literally!"

"It's no'ye blemish, Jack!" observed Gibbs while helping the rest of the small crew getting out of the bizarre ship.

"I know it's not me blemish! Of course it's not me blemish! Who said it was?" He exasperated. Gibbs and Anamaria shook their heads in disapproval.

"What will we do, now, Captain?" she asked, feeling almost afraid to hear the answer.

"We'll do what we do best, luv! Pillage, plunder, riffle and loot! Jus'like the ol' good song says!" he answered, heading up to the lightened, cheerful village. His dark, sparkling eyes strolling around the dim shore.

"Who figured?" censured a short, young girl from the crew who followed Jack closely. "Finally! Land!" she sighted after speeding towards the town.

"No' just any land, Tammie! I would recognise this island even a thousand miles away!" said Jack with a cocky smile playing upon his lips. The young woman looked up at him reprehensively.

"So why didn'ya!" she spat back at him, irritably. Then strode again, heading for the lighted streets ahead. Jack stared choked at her, his pride and honour damaged by her words.

"And what do ye mean by that, lil' missy!" he yelled, jogging a bit to try to catch up with her.

"I mean…!" she shouted, stopping abruptly and turning to him. "I mean that we wouldn't 'ave seen ourselves lost in the middle of the CaribbeanSea if ye really knew what ye're doing! After all, ye're our Captain! And where did that lead us? To a stupid, feeble…SHOE! That ye had the nerve to very haughtily call boat!"

"Oh, c'mon, Tammie! That was just a…hiccup…in our journey! Better winds are comin', and I'll be here to restrain them! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! Just don't forget about THAT!"

"I won't! Ye certainly make sure I remember that fact! And…DON'T…call…me…TAMMIE!"

"Calm yerself down, Miss Rackham." Advised Anamaria, tired of their discussions. "Ye'll need all the cool ye can get when our Captain, there, start rallyin' the pubs!" she put her arm around the young girl's shoulders and accompanied her on their route up the city.

"I'm startin' to think I 'ave a problem with women…" mumbled Jack to himself as the members of the crew passed beside him one by one.

"Well…it sure looks cheerier than last time…" muttered Gibbs when they finally reached the crowded city streets. People were constantly bumping into them with their dangerous oscillating bodies.

"What, in the world, is 'appenin' here?" barked Jack, making way through the human mass, his eyes fixed on a spot above their heads. "Havin' fun without me? No fair!"

"I reckon ye weren't very welcome here…last time, I mean. Did you really expect open arms?" criticized the short girl, being almost smashed against a wall.

"I 'ave me reasons, Dear Tamora…" he stated. "Now, C'mon y'all! We don't wanna miss the party! Do we?"

"Party!" repeated Tamora looking around them. "Which party?"

"That party!" said Jack pointing a long finger at someplace above them. The crew followed the direction with their eyes and widening their stares as they realised the Captain's attention object.