Norrington looked down at his glass and frowned realizing it was empty. He then heard her turning to leave. He stood up to try and stop her and suddenly his head was spinning uncontrollably. "Wait!" he yelled as he took about three steps and then collapsed to the ground face first into the floor.

Gibbs followed Will back and was beginning to panic when he said the rum wasn't there. Jack would not like that one bit. He let out a sigh of relief when Will located them. He put a hand on Will's shoulder, "Do not scare one like that mate. I thought I was gonna lose me head if Jack heard they be no rum. Now, let's get them back to the Pearl."

Will just looked at him curiously as the men began to pick up the crates and head out. "Where is the Pearl anchored? I don't believe I saw her in the harbor."

Gibbs shook his head, "It's not in the harbor. We figured it be best if we didn't announce our arrival by docking in the harbor. We took rowboats into the harbor. They are docked there to take the crates back to the Pearl." Gibbs informed Will as he headed to exit the warehouse. Jack started pulling off the disguise, muttering as he walked away. Suddenly, he saw several of his crewmembers moving the crates, not realizing these were rum, not vinegar. "Wait! Where are you going with that?"

One of the crewmembers looked at the person that questioned them oddly and as he took a closer look he realized it was Jack. He began to laugh, "Hey mates! Look at the captain. He likes to be all purty in dresses," He began to laugh and the others chimed in unison. "Ain't he luvly?"

Jack glanced down at his outfit, and then glared at Gibbs and Will. "Well, if those two hadn't almost gotten caught by the commodore, I wouldn't have had to," Pulling the chemise off, "wear all these," dropping the petticoats, "bloody frou-frou clothes!" Standing there in his unmentionables he blustered at the crew. Then realizing how ineffective he probably looked, he started to put his own clothes back on. Once fully dressed he stared at them. "Now, what are you doing with that?" He pointed at the crates.

Gibbs saw Jack and chuckled as the crew laughed at him as well. Gibbs walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry about it Jack. Will here assisted us and we delivered the Pearl's rum supply to the mansion and this here be the warehouse supply we be returning to the Pearl. Will and I have it all taken care of while you enjoyed your cup of tea with the Commodore." Gibbs teased him as he chuckled trying not to laugh too much.

Jack started laughing when Gibbs mentioned the illustrious commodore. "Speaking of Norrie," Now he was laughing so hard he was almost crying. "I left him back there," laughing and pointing back towards the warehouse he'd just left, "drunk as a dog!"

Will had been laughing along with everyone else, when he heard the comment about the commodore he stopped and stared at Jack. "You have got to be kidding, you didn't, did you?"

Jack simply nodded.

Gibbs had lost it now. He was laughing so hard tears were coming from his eyes. "Now...now that has to be a sight. He should be quite good company at the ball tonight." Gibbs managed to stumble out in between his laughter and wiping his eyes.

"Aye, with a headache to boot!" Jack then looked at the crates. "Speaking of the ball, we'd best get these back to the Pearl and be off."

"Wait, Gibbs here said you were bringing this Tortugan rum just for the ball and then waiting until after so I could join you?" He looked at Jack suspiciously.

Jack's eyes grew round and wide, time to start tap-dancing again he thought. Darting a quick glance to Gibbs. "Yes, well. I just meant we'll be off as soon as you get there. Listen, why don't we let the crew get the rum back and we can go sneak a peek at old Norrie."

Gibbs gave Jack an apologetic look as Will questioned him. At the mention of a drunk Norrington, Gibbs began to chuckle again. "Yes I think it would be quite entertaining to get a glimpse of Norrington in that state. What do you say Will? I'm sure ye 'ave been dyin' to catch a glimpse of him in a not so authoritative state." Gibbs said to him as he noticed the crew was already taking orders from Jack and taking the rum towards the Pearl.

"Well... I suppose, it would be rather funny. But I must hurry. That ball starts soon and I still need to get ready," Will gestured down to his dirty work clothes which he still had on.

"Good, let's go," Jack started to lead the way back, "Speaking of the ball, what are the plans and such for it? Big to-do? Lots of drinks? Besides the rum of course," Starting to plot, maybe they could crash the party. Seeing everyone's expression when they drank the vinegar would be special.

"Hmm? Ball?" Will followed along. "Oh, I suppose so. I just was asked to make sure the rum made it to the party," They'd reached the building and he looked at it with a grin. "Drunk, eh?" Slowly opening the door, he peeked in.

Gibbs looked at Jack oddly, why was he questioning Will on the ball? Certainly they were just going to leave once the rum was loaded. Jack wasn't going to risk playing with fire anymore today or was he?

Norrington slowly opened his eyes and groaned. He looked down and saw dirt in front of him. His head was pounding and everything seemed to be swimming. What had happened? He wondered as he was trying to muster the energy to get up off the ground. "Tea...more tea" Norrington mumbled as he attempted to push himself up off the ground but it was no use he fell back down unable to hold his own weight.

Gibbs put his hand over his mouth as he watched. "I never imagined to see Norrington quite sooo .." Gibbs said trying to think of the appropriate word." a mess." Gibbs settled on trying to keep his laughter muffled. "Why don't ye go offer him some more tea?" Gibbs said as he nudged Jack.

"ME? I'm not going in there. Had enough of him," Jack then spotted the bottles of rum sitting on the table, "On second thought," He strode through the door, filled up the tea cup for Norrington and then grabbed two full bottles and ducked out the door. With a grin, he handed one to Gibbs.

"Jack!" Will laughed as he saw the man go in so boldly. "He's going to recognize you!"

Jack glanced back through the doorway at the man, "He'll think he was seeing things, savvy?"

Norrington thought he heard someone walk into the room, "Ma'am is that you?" Norrington spluttered out. He looked up and didn't see anyone. He shook his head. He wondered if he was coming down with something. He grabbed his head which was pounding. He slowly pushed up off the ground grabbing the crate next to him to assist him. His legs were weak and he grabbed onto objects until he saw his teacup on the shelf. He reached over and grabbed it and drank the whole thing in one swallow. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve as he tried to get his eyes to focus.

Gibbs took the bottle of rum from Jack, "Thanks," and took out the cork taking a swig. He then turned back to watch Norrington. He couldn't help but enjoy this. When he noticed that Norrington looked like he was going to make a run for it, Gibbs suggested "We should get out of sight before he stumbles out here."

"Aye, you're right," Jack snuck another look in, "But he does seem to be settling down, maybe..." A wicked gleam came into his eyes. "Will, you go get ready for the ball. Gibbs and I here will see to the commodore. Make sure he doesn't miss the ball."

Will looked strangely at Jack. "But Jack, do you really want to have the commodore know you're in town?"

Jack gestured towards the inebriated man, "He won't remember a thing tomorrow. And even if he does, it will be something he'd rather forget!"

"If you're sure," Will started to walk away. "But, what exactly are you going to do?"

Jack grinned widely, "Why, we shall deliver him to the ball, in style no less!" Peeking back in at the man. "Although, we shall have need of transportation for him," with a fiendish look at Gibbs, "Why don't you go find something? I'll keep a sharp eye on the man," Holding up his bottle, "And the rum!"

With a soft chuckle, Will started off. "I shall see you two later then."