"Verona?" Harry called. "Father wants us downstairs. "Are you ready?"
The door creaked open and Verona walked out of the dressing room. She was wearing a bright pink dress and her dark hair tied in a perfect bun on the top of her head.
Indeed, she was beautiful, Harry thought. Her blue eyes fixed his and she sighed.
"Don't you know it's rrude to 'asten a Lady?" she disapproved. "Forr God's zake, Harrrry, iv you vant to be a trrrue gentleman you should begin by changing zese kind ov attitudes…It'z zo degrrrading!..."
Verona walked passed him. Harry couldn't help but rolling his eyes before sensing the sweet scent of her perfume floating behind her.
"If only you were a mute…" Harry said to himself.
"Excuse me?" she asked, turning to him.
"Er…I said…How you like my suit?" he jolted quickly, forcing a smile.
Verona wrinkled her nose in an evaluation process. She looked up and down Harry's outfit and shrugged.
"It vill 'ave to do, I guess." She said arrogantly. "Now, veren't you ze one in a hurrrry? Let's go, zen!"
Her high-pitched voice echoed in the empty corridor.
'What did I get myself into?' Harry thought as he sighed and started descending the stairs with Verona clenching his arm stubbornly.
"Ye're gettin' us all killed, Jack Sparrow!"
"Stop worryin', Anamaria…" advised Tamora calmly as she tried to see beyond the foliage that embraced the tall iron fence surrounding the Governor's property where the crew lingered.
"Don' ya see, Miss Rackham?" Anamaria exasperated. "We're all gonna be slaughtered because of tha'……man!"
"Stop naggin' woman!" shouted Jack while he observed the crowd in the garden starting to turn their attention to some occurrence inside the building. "I already told ya: I know what I'm doin'!"
"Suuure you do!" Tamora uttered. Jack cast her a nasty look. "What?" she said with a mischievous innocence.
"Anyway, men…we're here, aren't we? Why not go in and just…revisit old friends?" the captain proposed with what everybody considered to be an evil grin.
"Friends! Right! Ye won't be callin' them friends once they chop off yer pretty head! Or worse! ALL our pretty heads!" Anamaria persevered.
"Okay!" Jack let out with an angry sigh and turned abruptly to her. "You listen, and you listen good! I haven' eaten in three days! No food, hardly anything to drink and no human heat whatsoever! Just us, the water and the seagulls who are, in general, extremely annoyin' and even a bit vicious when it comes to sharin' rations! So quit the pesky speech and let me 'ave a bit more in life than a nasty and, if I may add, painful sunburn!" he despaired.
"And be sent to Davey Jones Locker AGAIN? Sure! What are we waitin' fo'?" continued Anamaria.
"Yeah! What are we waitin' fo', captain?" repeated Tamora, her eyes fixed in the huge palace closed behind the heavy iron bars. She felt a hand landing on her shoulder.
"An opportunity, dear toddler." Jack's voice muttered. "And we might be gettin' lucky as I'm seein' one goin' that way."
The crew struggled to spot whichever opportunity Jack was referring to and, once they succeeded, they, all, felt a rush pumping inside their veins, making them restless.
With an amazing diligence, everybody stationed outside the house moved to its inner part. Through the huge glass windows, thanks to the intense, blinding lights coming from the great hall, a gargantuan staircase adorned with what looked like expensive golden snakes of ribbon could be seen, standing out due its enormity.
Suddenly, the music coming from the Governor's party grew louder as the buzz from the crowd seized and two figures started to descend the staircase: one of them, Tamora examined, wore an intense pink-coloured dress that contrasted with her black hair; while the other, the figure of a young man, was dressed in a dark suit which matched his ebony locks.
"I'll be damned…" Jack muttered, frowning. Tamora looked at him, intrigued.
"What?"
"Strong inheritance…" he responded vaguely. "He looks just like 'im…"
"Who?" the girl insisted. "Who looks like whom?" but an answer never came as Jack quickly looked at the gates and whispered "Follow my lead!" before setting off catlike towards the gateway.
When all of the seven members of Captain Sparrow's crew stood behind a beautiful stagecoach, concealed from the guards at the gates of the manor, Jack spoke: "Here's what we're goin' to do…"