Author's note: Hopefully, I can make up for the last chapter which was rather dull in this one. Which I'm having a writers block with but I know exactly what I want to happen in this chapter. Weird, eh? I also noticed that I have an usual amount of dialogue in this story, can't say I appreciate it much so I'll try to add in less dialogue in future chapters. This is also my longest chapter so far coming in at over 1,500 words.

Disclaimer: Don't own it; wish I owned James though… I wonder how much he costs.

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"Elizabeth," A very proper looking Jack said trying to get the new Brides attention away from Will whom she was talking and chatting with merrily. "Who's that?"

"Who?" Elizabeth said snapping out of her love-sick trance. "Oh," Elizabeth said after she caught sight of who Jack was asking her about. "That would be Anne Reynolds," she looked at Jack. "Owns a large estate, it's beautiful, and boasts what are probably the best views of the ocean in the whole town. She went to great lengths to assure that the house was placed on the best location with numerous balconies facing towards the ocean."

Jack raised a brow and shifted his gaze back to Anne. "I wonder why she did that." He mused to himself out loud.

"Most people say it's because she always wanted to see when her husband was coming back into port, trader." Will commented not letting the conversation stay between just the two of them. "But I've seen her out there more often now then ever before, and Mister Reynolds died recently. Can't say that I ever found out why, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "Commodore Norrington said that he knew, but he did not believe that he was at liberty to discuss it at the moment, and that if I was curious I had to speak to Mistress Reynolds about it myself."

"Well if you'll excuse me, Elizabeth, Will, I think I have to go introduce myself to Mistress Reynolds." Jack said standing up and heading in the way of the woman who was casually talking to the Commodore.

It was clear to Jack that James new exactly who he was, even through his disguise as Marcus Pardel, but wasn't arresting him out of kindness to the Turner's. Jack smiled slightly at James. "May I have a word with this young lady, Commodore Norrington?"

Jack had no clue as to what he had done to merit the look that the Commodore had given him; he knew James did not like him after all he was a pirate, but if looks could kill Jack would be six feet under right about now. "Yes, you may Mister Pardel." And with that James walked off in a dignified but annoyed manner.

Jack watched as Anne looked him up and down in a questioning manner. "Yes?" She said finding his eyes. She knew them, from another life perhaps, but they were as familiar to her as the back of her hand.

"Well, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I couldn't dance with such a beautiful woman." Jack said extending his hand out. "That is if you wouldn't mind bestowing upon me such an honor, Mistress Reynolds."

"Wait, how do you know my name?" Anne asked a bit worried that this stranger would know her name.

Jack smiled. "Elizabeth and Will." And with that he sent a glance accompanied by a smirk in their direction.

Anne seemed to realize that Jack couldn't be all bad, if he was on a first name basis with the Turner's. But then again his appearance was only proper to a certain extent. He wasn't wearing a powdered wig over his almost black hair which was pulled back at the nape of his neck with a black ribbon, and he walked, differently. Anne couldn't explain the difference, but she certainly saw it. On the other hand the man could be so rich he could practically make his own rules. Either way she decided to accept Jack's hand and set her champagne glass down on the nearest table. "However, I wish to know your name."

"Marcus Pardel," He said as he pulled her away from the wall gently. Jack led her out to where several other couples had chosen to dance, including the bride and groom. In one swift motion his free hand was on her waist, Jack soon felt her arm rest stiffly on his shoulder. The two, no more than a few seconds after, came into a perfect step with each other.

Anne looked into those all too familiar eyes again, and narrowed hers. "Who are you really Mister Pardel?" She asked, seeming to know that 'Marcus Pardel' was a cover.

"Why Mistress Reynolds what ever are you talking about?" He said taking a step closer to her as they took another perfectly unison step. Jack was being his usual old self deciding he would very much like to charm Anne into his bed for a night, or any bed he could get her into for that matter, he wasn't all too picky.

Anne's eyes narrowed even further. But a few moments later they returned to normal size, perhaps she was just being questioning because of her husband's death. She decided that it was a good enough explanation for her, and tried to enjoy Mister Pardel's company. "So, Mister Pardel what exactly is your profession?"

"Plantation owner," was Jack's amazingly quick reply as though he had rehearsed it many times. He only hoped that the woman didn't pick up on that, she seemed a bit too observant not to pick up on it, but then again she was a wealthy woman, what had she ever had to observe when it came to human speech?

Anne furrowed her brows. "I see," She knew there was defiantly profit in the business. This meant that Mister Pardel could very well be rich enough to decide whether or not he was going to wear a wig. "May I ask you one more question though, Mister Pardel?"

"Certainly Milady." He said with a smile.

"Haven't quite gotten your land legs have you, Mister Pardel?" Jack couldn't say he fancied the twisted smile on her lips.

"I would imagine not," Jack said now honestly afraid that this woman knew a bit too much about him already. He was Captain Jack Sparrow though, and he certainly wasn't going to let some woman blow his cover. "I've been at sea for awhile; it's a long journey from the America's to here."

Anne shook her head. "I'm sure of that, Mister Pardel." She smiled slightly. "But those legs are not from just a week or two of travel, they're the legs of someone who travels by sea often and is on land very little." George had the same walk when he came home, except his was a little less noticeable giving Anne the impression that Mister Pardel had an 'off' way of walking anyways.

While the two were talking they had stopped moving, and they never thought about it, or how their hand had managed to slip back to their sides.

Elizabeth noticed this and smirked. "Wouldn't that be a match?" She thought to herself. Jack and Anne, the two looked comical together even with Jack looking all prim and proper.

"And what makes you so knowledgeable on the subject, Mistress Reynolds?" He asked.

Anne scowled, why did everyone have to wonder why she knew so much about sea travel? Her husband was a merchant for God sakes! She had read books, talked to him, hell she had even been on a ship or two in her life. And Jack was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Now listen here," She said her voice in a low growl taking a step forward, so there faces were now an inch away. She was the same height as Jack, but at the moment her anger probably made her seem three feet taller. "I know just as much about sea travel as any body in this room does. And I'll be damned if you can find someone who knows more." It was a good thing her voice hadn't raised any higher because she wasn't sure that she wanted everyone in the room to hear her 'moment.' Instinctively Anne stepped back and clasped her hand over her mouth.

Jack's eyes widened, at her outburst but then narrowed. Now, why would a proper woman say such a thing? The answer; a proper woman wouldn't unless she was just in a terribly foul mood. He assumed that could be it, but Jack was pretty sure that behind her hand she was thinking of saying something else even fouler.

Anne dropped her hand from her face. She decided that it would be wise to leave now and relax a bit before sleeping. Leaving Jack she wished the bride and groom a happy marriage, and walked away from the event.

After arriving almost at her front gate something felt off to Anne, she turned around to see Mister Pardel following behind her. "What do you want?" She hissed her voice like venom.

Jack cringed slightly. "The truth, you give me the truth, and I give you the truth. Do we have an accord?" He said reaching out a hand.

"We have an accord," She said shaking his hand. Not exactly knowing what kind of 'truth' this man wanted to hear. Thinking upon she realized agreeing to his deal may have been a stupid move on her part, although he would never know if she did lie. She turned around to open the large iron gates, a task she didn't usually have to do herself but all the same she managed.

Under the squeaking of the gates he could have sworn Anne had muttered "Sparrow." Under her breath, but now he knew that he was just imagining things. He occupied his mind by looking at the large house which did seem like on the back side it had amazing views of the ocean. Mister Reynolds' trade must have been very profitable the white house wasn't near as large as some of the places, but it was a comfortable two stories from what Jack could see, and was on a great bit of land. It almost made him want to be on land again, almost. After all it would take more than a nice house and a good bit of land to ground the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

Anne looked back at Jack. "Follow me, Mister Pardel."

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Follow up A/N: James didn't tell Elizabeth how Mister Reynolds died because of her being on good terms with Sparrow. Just in case someone didn't pick that up.