"Ye must be jokin', Jack…" started Anamaria, shaking her head.

"Isn' that…?" snarled a tanned and blond young boy.

"Aye! It is, Johnny, me boy! See ye haven't forgotten yer homeland yet!" Jack was teeming with eagerness.

"Isn' that what?" asked Tamora, lively. But no one spoke. Everybody in that small, seven-men crew knew what that building Jack was pointing at represented…everybody but her. "Hellooo…?" called the girl again. She was the only one who hadn't been to Port Royal at least once in a lifetime. "Which one of ye muddy beasts will tell me what the hell is that? Johnny?Gibbs?"

"That would be the Governor's Palace, miss Rackham…" muttered Johnny with his warm, silky voice. Tamora knitted her eyebrows together in suspicion.

"The Governor's Palace?" she repeated. Her big hazel eyes held by the power the enormous structure in front of them inspired. The crew stood there, gazing at the Palace, their minds emptied by the awe-inspiring moment. But as a good pirate Jack always was (the best, as some called him), he started to feel uncomfortable among that silence:

"Are we off, then?" he jolted.

"Off? And where do ye want us to be off to?" raised Anamaria placing her hands on her hips.

"Isn' that obvious?" reacted Tamora, smiling broadly. "We'll be gracin' that swanky, posh kafuffle with our delightful presence!"

"Oh…" Jack phoney cry made everybody's head turn to him as he embraced a shocked Tamora with his big, clever arms. "They grow up so fast! Ye know, Tammie, just yesterday ye wer' that little tiny baby we found overseas. Now…" he made a pause, looking directly into Tamora's deep, clever eyes. His stare flickering with laughter. "Well…ye're still a little tiny young woman! That's fo' sure!"

"Ye filthy, slimy…greasy…son of a thousand b…!" she yelledstarting to punch him in the stomach.

"Miss Rackham!" shouted Johnny while Tom and Ebony, the concluding members of the crew, grabbed her from behind, making her rise in the air.

"Let go o' me, ye scabrous mutts!" roared Tamora between the holding grip she was in. Jack was looking at her provokingly. He nodded so Ebony and Tom could release her.

"Now, now, Tammie child!" said Jack walking towards her, his long pointing finger placed in the tip of Tamora's nose. She was breathing heavy and had her fists closed tightly in an attempt of self-control. Her eyes were lividly piercing his. Jack continued to march, Tamora walking backwards, never looking away. "Ye'll be needin' that in a while! But right now, toddler, rest still!" and as he said that, Jack pushed Tamora and she fell back in a horse waterier. He smiled when she hit the water with a splash.

"Damn you, Jack!" she cursed, seeing herself all wet. "Ye...SEADOG! TRAMP! I despite the ground ye walk in! Ye brainless, stupid, grovelling bastard!"

"Ye shouldn't 'ave done that." Gibbs lowly reprehended him as Jack turned his back to the yelling Tamora and looked to the monumental house in front of them.

"Oh, she's no longer a baby, Gibbs! Y'all treat her like one, but she's not! She's almost a woman! And a very bubbly one!" Jack complained with an eye roll.

"Ye just luv naggin' that lass, don' ye, Jack?" asked Gibbs, smiling. Jack moved his head slowly to look him in the eyes.

"With every peace of me blackened heart, mate!" he said simply, narrowing his stare.

"Jack!" called Anamaria, jogging towards them. "Ye must be daft! Ye can't go in there! Neither of us can! They'll kill ya! Don't ye remember of their "policy" 'bout pirates?"

"Aha! And don' ye remember me litl'…adventure with Mr. Turner and Miss Swann? Or, as she probably is right now, Mrs. Turner!" Jack demanded. "If me gut isn't tricking me…they most likely are the new and improved Mr and Mrs 'Port Royal Governor'!"

"Even so!" persisted Anamaria. "Damn it, Jack! We can't risk our necks!"

"Believe me; we won't!" he reassured. "Now, go and help Miss Rackham. She's delayin' us!"

"Oho! That one's funny, Jack!" bellowed Tamora while Johnny helped her getting out of the waterier. "Very, very funny!"

"What can I do! I'm an amusing chap!" said Jack.

"Histerical…!" the girl mumbled.

The crew began, once again, to climb the narrow streets of Port Royal. They, now, knew where they were heading to, but that didn't calm them down. That didn't calm them at all! The thought of being hung by the neck in the middle of the big Fort wasn't very comforting and it seemed to them that their future with Jack in charge wasn't going to be much different than that. However they kept going, dark, gloomy ideas running through their minds, but never they stopped following their round the bend Captain.

"See ye've freshened up, Tammie!" teased Jack under his low, indistinct voice when Tamora passed beside him; her long, ragged skirt soaking wet.

"Oooh! Shut up!"