Gibbs watched as Will wondered off, "Thanks for yer help again mate." Gibbs said to Will with a wave. He looked at Jack and chuckled as Will was out of sight. "He has no idea what is in the crates that be waiting at the mansion right now." Gibbs said to Jack with a grin. He then nodded his head towards Norrington, "Now what about him? What would be the most outrageous appearance he could make?" Gibbs asked as he looked back into the room.

Norrington began looking around on the shelf when he noticed the teapot. He poured all that was left in there in his cup. He then downed that. He ran his hand over his head knocking his wig halfway off his head. He lifted the lid on the teapot and noticed it was now empty. "Darn" he snapped loudly. "This tea was really helping my head." Norrington commented as he took a step back and nearly fell over and grabbed onto a crate to steady himself.

"Trust me, the commodore shall make an appearance that will keep Port Royal's tongues wagging for months to come," Shooing Gibbs off, "Now, go find a cart or something, as I certainly am not carrying him," Glancing back into the building, "And he's in no shape to walk."

Returning to his lodgings Will began the process of cleaning up and preparing for the evening's festivities. Shaking his head as he thought about his crazy friend Jack, he began to wonder what the two would do with the commodore. He still had a feeling they were up to no good.

Gibbs nodded, "Aye Captain." as he took off in search of a cart. He ran up a street in Port Royal that seemed to contain stables. "Oh my this should work quite nicely." Gibbs commented as he grabbed the nearest cart and began to push it back towards the warehouse holding his breath as much as he could.

Norrington slowly rose to his feet again as his head swayed and he was attempting to make it towards the door. He was slowly moving one foot at a time barely able to move each. His feet were crossing over each other. He did not understand what had caused this.

Jack entered into the building, certain that even if Norrington recognized him, he could pass it off as some prank or another. Walking up to the man, he grabbed his arm. "Here, mate. Let me help you. You look like you could use a spot of tea? Not feeling quite the thing?" He handed Norrington a bottle of rum instead of even bothering with a cup of tea. Hearing some noise outside, he started to steer the man towards the door.

Norrington looked up, "Shparrow? Shwhat are yoush doing here? Guardsh!" Norrington stuttered out half of which was unintelligible. Norrington jerked his arm away and stumbled backwards only able to remain standing because he hit the wall. "Tea? You have tea?" Norrington asked as he stumbled forward falling into Jack taking the bottle of rum and taking a drink out of it.. "Ahh, tea from Slingapore. Ish quite good. Never had any before today. Woulds yoush likes shum?" Norrington began to ramble on and on forgetting who he was talking to.

"I can see," Jack grinned as Norrington took a big swig of rum. "Singapore, wonderful place. Ever been there?"

Gibbs stopped the cart once he reached the warehouse. He peaked inside, "Jack, Best to hold yer nose when ye get out here." Gibbs commented to him. "The cart I got...Well it has an awful smell to it." Gibbs said in a low tone to Jack.

"No worries," Jack grinned. "Not for us to ride in," Guiding the commodore out the door, he led him to the cart. "Whew! You weren't kidding." Moving Norrington around to the back, "Upsey daisy. Hop in the cart and we'll give you a ride. You do like carriage rides, don't you?"

Norrington looked up and his eyes had a glazed look, "Shringaspore, I can't s'remember..." Norrington said. "Beens to Shlengland, that'sh wheres I's from you shnow." He then saw the darkness outside as Jack guided him out. "If ish a shcarriage ride, where'sh the horsie?" Norrington asked as he allowed Jack to help him into the cart. Once he was in it he made a face, "It's a bits shwet and..." Norrington wrinkled his nose. "What'sh dat shmell?"

"Smell? What smell?" Jack feigned sniffing into the cart. "Oh, just fresh mown grass is all. Just used this to haul some back to the stables for your horse. The horse is in the stables."

Gibbs looked at Jack and whispered, "I got it from the stables and well I'm not sure which stable they cleaned with it but maybe it was all of them." Gibbs commented to Jack with a chuckle.

"Smells like it mate!" Jack scrunched his face up at the smell. "Well, let's get this thing going!"

Norrington nodded, "Ah, yes grass." he grinned foolishly as he took another drink of the tea. "You fed my horsie for me?" Norrington asked him. "S'that was Shnice of you. Where we's goingsh?" Norrington asked.

"We are taking you to the ball. You don't want to miss it now, do you?" Jack picked up one of the traces to start pulling the cart. "Yes, fed your horse. Hungry devil."

Gibbs stuck his arm out and grabbed Jack's arm, "Jack, Do ye really think it is wise to show up at the Governor's mansion recognizable? Norrington may not remember us but others certainly will." Gibbs reminded him.

Looking at Gibbs with a knowing smile, "True, but without anyone to give orders, what will they do? Especially since we'll be bringing their precious commodore to them, after having saved him from some," he paused, thinking. "Vagabonds! That's it, we've saved him from some vagabonds trying to infiltrate the fort."

Norrington nodded, "Ah yes the ball." he said with a smile. "I can't miss that. The gov will be quite upset. On shward." he commanded as he flailed his arm out with the bottle of rum effectively splattering himself with it.

Gibbs shrugged, "If ye say so, I hope ye be right." Gibbs said as he grabbed the other trace and lifted holding his breath trying not to breathe in the stench from the cart.

Laboring hard, they finally approached the governor's mansion. Jack stopped and pointed to some flowers planted by the gates. Grinning at Gibbs, "How about a nice bouquet for the party, eh?" Stepping over to them, he selected a collection of dead and dying blossoms that the gardener had missed. He walked over to the back of the cart. "Commodore, here are some flowers, a lovely bouquet you may present to the governor tonight," With exaggerated bow, he handed them over to Norrington.

Norrington took the flowers with a goofy grin, "Oh thank you Mr. Shparrow. The gov will be most obligshedto reshceive such a beautiful bouquet." Norrington pulled them to his face to try and smell them. He pulled the away quickly as he almost stuffed them up his nose. "These shwill do, yesh, really purty."

"It's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow," He admonished the commodore softly, "As if you ever will remember," Looking back over his shoulder, Jack noticed several carriages coming up the roadway. "Hurry, Gibbs! Let's pull this around back and unload the
commodore."

Will finished dressing and started walking up towards the governor's for the ball. Halfway there, a carriage rolled to a stop next to him. "Mr. Turner," A customer and friend of his poked his head out the window, "Please, join me. I trust you are going to the ball?"

"Yes and thank you!" Will opened the carriage door and climbed aboard. The carriage jerked to a start, continuing its journey towards the mansion.

Gibbs assisted Jack in pulling the cart around to the back and once they were out of sight of any the guests. "Is that all?" Gibbs asked as he looked at Jack and then at Norrington.

Norrington looked up, "Here already?" He put the hand with the rum on top of his head, "My hat? Do you know where my hat is?" Norrington asked as he put the flowers in the same hand as the bottle. He then started poking his other hand around in the cart and it came up with manure all over them, "Ewwww." Norrington said a bit exaggerated, "I don't shink my hatsh is in shere."

"Ah, your hat?" Jack walked back to assist Norrington in getting out of the cart. "I am sure is inside. Why don't you just come along with us inside and we'll get you ready for the party. I think they have your hat right... inside... here." Speaking slowly, he guided the man out of the cart and towards the back door. Leaning towards Gibbs, "Go see if one of the kitchen wenches will loan you their cap!" He hissed.

The carriage rolled to a stop in front of the mansion. Two footmen sprang forth to open the door and assist the occupants out. Will stepped out first and then placed his hand out to help his friend's wife out. Followed by her husband, the three finally stood on the steps before the open doors. "Let's head in, shall we?" Will waited for the couple to precede him.

Norrington grinned, "Oh s'quite nicesh of shthem." he said as he took a swig of the tea. "I do hopesh they has shome of this tea here at s'ball." Norrington said as he leaned forward anxious to get out of the cart but he leaned a little too forward and slipped to the ground. Norrington thought it would hurt but instead he burst into a rolling fit of laughter. "Cans I do thats again?" he asked as he looked at Jack.

Jack leaned down and began to pull Norrington up. "Up you go. Yes, you can do that again, but why don't you wait until you are inside. I am certain you'll find it much softer on the carpets. Regarding the tea, I do believe they have something even better commodore."

Gibbs in the meantime had run into the kitchen. He was ducking people running left and right. "A kitchen wenches hat?" Gibbs said as he saw a kitchen wench at the stove. "I need to borrow this." he said and grabbed the hat off her head and ran back out the back door.

"Hey you bring that back here!" The woman screeched as she came running out after Gibbs with a rolling pin.

Gibbs ran and hid behind Jack, "I don't think she wanted me to borrow that." Gibbs said to him.