Disclaimer: If I owned it, I wouldn't have time to write. I'd be busy doing…other things….::looks at Jack longingly::

Author's Note: HIGH SCHOOL IS NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!! I haven't had any time (or juice) to write more since it started. But at least I'm getting in a chappie before the end of the year right?! ::audience glares:: Moving on! Yes my darlings, we are very very close to bringing in some of our most beloved characters!:

Commodore Norrington!!

Elizabeth!! (crickets, pin-drop)

Will!!

PERCY DA PUG!!

This chapter is actually part of a 3 or 4 part Port Royal sprint. Enjoy!!!

Realizing that having one of the most famous pirate ships in the world sail into Port Royal in broad daylight might cause some commotion, Jack anchored his beloved Pearl behind a cliff just out of sight of the port. Jack and Dèsirèè were therefore inclined to row towards the dock in a small dingy.

"So," started Jack, eager to learn more about the map which Dèsirèè claimed to hold in her possession, "How did you happen to come across this map, eh?"

"A friend left it to me, many years ago." Dèsirèè was suddenly very focused on rowing.

"Ye do realize, lu-….um…Dèsirèè, if we two are going to be…working together in a sense of the word, ye're going to have to tell me things occasionally?"

"Alright," said Dèsirèè, looking down at her feet, "Ye want me to tell ye something? The boat is leaking!"

Jack looked down and saw that this was indeed a fact. There was a thin crack in the bottom of the boat and the water was slowly seeping through. "Well that does create a bit of a problem…" he said, looking up at Dèsirèè's frowning face.

"Yes it does. Jesus Jack, it's amazing that your entire boat isn't falling apart! How long would it take you to check and see if any of your things had HOLES IN THEM?!"

Jack was ignoring her chiding and busied himself with carefully judging how far away the docks were from their present position and how quickly the boat was taking in water. "We'll be fine." He decided.

"Fine if you don't mind swimming." retorted Dèsirèè. She stood up slowly and took off her coat.

Jack watched her, his head cocked slightly to the side. She took off her hat as well and rolled it up inside her coat, which she tucked under her arm. His eyebrows shot up when she began to unbutton the first few buttons of her shirt.

"I'm more than willin', luv, but do ye think this is the time or the place?"

Dèsirèè stopped her preparations, confused. She looked down at Jack, whose face clearly displayed his meaning. "Tell me Jack, is sex on your mind constantly?"

"Only when you're around luv." He grinned.

She grimaced. "Jack…it's just not gonna happen." With that, she dived gracefully overboard and began swimming towards the docks.

Jack stepped onto the deck and shook off the water that had gotten onto his boots. The small boat glubbed despairingly and finally sank.

Jack looked around, taking note of the few officers strolling about the area. Attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible, a difficult task for Jack, he stepped off of the docks and onto the beach.

Dèsirèè pulled herself onto the sand, throwing her hat and coat farther up onto the beach. Her vision somewhat impaired by saltwater, she blinked several times. Each time her eyes opened and closed two shapes just in front of her face became clearer and clearer.

Boots.

Dèsirèè's eyes slowly traveled up from the boots and into Jack's grinning face.

"Did ye enjoy your swim, luv?"

Dèsirèè paused for a moment and collected her thoughts.

"Yes thank you."

Jack smiled and offered Dèsirèè his hand. She stared at it suspiciously.

"I'm not gonna bite ye." said Jack softly. "Well, at least not too hard." He grinned widely.

In a rare moment of complete unguarded emotion…Dèsirèè smiled back. She clasped his hand and pulled herself up. She paused to brush off some of the sand on her clothes while Jack retrieved her coat and hat.

"So," he said, handing her her effects, "What do we do now?"

Dèsirèè pulled the hat firmly onto her head. "We call on an old friend."

Jack and Dèsirèè made their way into the heart of Port Royal, hats pulled low over their eyes to avoid any recognition. Dèsirèè was silent, trying to remember her way down the crowded streets, turning occasionally down alley ways to avoid human traffic. Jack was having rather a hard time staying with her as she very rarely told him when she was leaving the main road. Upon one of these ventures, Jack didn't notice Dèsirèè was gone for a good 5 minutes and then had to backtrack recklessly in order to find what bizarre side street she had decided to embark down. He ran to catch up with her, grabbing her arm to make her stop.

"What??" Dèsirèè asked, affronted, wrenching her arm away from his irritated grasp.

"Do you ever think that it would be nice to TELL me when you're going to wander off?" Jack interrogated, very much out of breath.

"I'm not wandering," said Dèsirèè defensively. "I know precisely where I'm going. YOU should watch where I'M going."

"M'dear," said Jack leaning back on a non-existent wall, "Half the time, I don't watch where I'M going. What makes you think I'll pay any more attention to you?"

Dèsirèè stood still for a moment, considering his question. "Because I'm going to get you lots of money," she said simply.

Jack started and smiled at her. "Right. Lead the way!" Dèsirèè shook her head and continued on. "Just don't pull one of you disappearing acts, alright?" Dèsirèè smiled wickedly. At that particular moment, several things happened very quickly; a squadron of soldiers marched noisily down the main street which Jack and Dèsirèè had just reached, a woman flung open her wooden shutters and began shouting at two young boys playing in the street, who shouted back, and Dèsirèè had vanished.

Jack looked around frantically. She had disappeared. Again. He sighed exasperatedly as he pushed past people in the crowd.

She had disappeared. Again. Her footsteps were barely audible over the loud clanging of various pots for sale and the terrified squawking of a chicken about to be made into a dinner for someone. Dèsirèè was barely a shadow to the people she walked past. A cloud covering the sun and nothing more.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have pulled her disappearing act without warning Jack first, but the idea of having to inform him of her whereabouts every minute flamed up a deep rooted sense of rebellion in her. Dèsirèè Moore did NOT need a keeper. Besides, maybe it was best if Jack didn't accompany her to retrieve the key. He was bound to say something to offend Cee and then all hell would break loose.

Day dreaming of her dear friend thrashing the famous pirate royally, Dèsirèè turned down another side street, not really paying attention to where she was going. Her attention was abruptly called to a fair woman in front of her, who was surrounded by three nasty looking characters. The woman had fainted, as many would have in that position, and lie on the ground, completely venerable and helpless to the perverse whims of the three scoundrels, who were giggling wickedly and nudging each other in revolting merriment.

"I think it's about time we showed this respec'able young laday, how to entertain proper gen-tel-men such as ourselves," wheezed one, "Don't you Lyle."

"Oow, indeed, indeed." Snickered Lyle, advancing upon the unfortunate female.

"Oi!" shouted the third, pushing Lyle back forcefully. "I spotted 'er first, I should have 'er first!"

Dèsirèè had seen and heard quite enough. She stepped forward as loudly as she could. "Excuse me!" she shouted at the three men. They turned, wanting to see who had interrupted them in enjoying their spoils. "It seems to me," Dèsirèè continued, "That perhaps you should go the safe road and not touch the lady at all?"

The three vagrants looked at each other, deciding exactly how to respond. "It seems to me," sneered Lyle, "That ye better take the safe road and get the 'ell out of 'ere mate!" His companions laughed and snorted in agreement.

"Alright." said Dèsirèè, drawing her sword calmly, "I guess it's the treacherous road then eh?"

The delinquents drew their swords as well. There was a moment of tense silence.

Dèsirèè looked up to the sky, her face mimicking complete disbelief, "Jesus Christ, what the 'ell is that?!" Not being the brightest fellows in the world, they all turned around to stare up at the empty and harmless sky above them. Dèsirèè took this opportunity to whack Lyle over the head with the butt of her sword, cut the throat of the third has he turned around, and run the second through. After she had disabled the three villains, she bent down to the woman, who lay crumpled on the dirt ground.

"Miss?" called Dèsirèè, trying to revive the girl with gentle slaps, "Are you alright, Mademoiselle??" Dèsirèè removed her hat and fanned the young lady's face, blowing away several loose strands of blonde hair. The woman's blue eyes fluttered open and she breathed lightly. "Are you alright Miss?" inquired Dèsirèè. The woman took one look at Dèsirèè and fainted away yet again. "Miss?" Dèsirèè shook her limp body. "I don't look that bad, do I?" The female pirate didn't notice Lyle looming behind her, sword drawn and ready to plunge into her back. Lucky for Dèsirèè, Jack's sword plunged first, not into her back, but through unfortunate Lyle.

Dèsirèè heard the poor man's gurgling and whipped around just in time to see him fall to the ground. Jack was standing there instead, glaring at her viciously. "Oh, its you." She said, and turned back to the woman to try to revive her for the second time.

"Well, that's a fine 'how do ye do' after I just saved your ruddy neck," said Jack incredulously, "And what were we talking about with your little disappearing acts?"

"First, I would have seen him eventually, and, quite frankly, I can do whatever the hell I want." replied Dèsirèè. Turning to him, she asked, "You wouldn't happen to have any smelling salts on you, would ye?"

Jack sighed, realizing it was useless. "No. And the least I should get is a kiss."

Dèsirèè looked over at the now pouting Jack and, much to his surprise, kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Don't ye think," rushed on Dèsirèè before Jack could say anything, "That we should pick her up and carry her somewhere?"

"Hm?" asked Jack, his mind not really focusing very well. It took him a good 10 seconds before he even realized that there was a woman lying unconscious on the ground. "Oh right, right, right."

Dèsirèè put her hat back on to free up her hands and got behind the lady's shoulders. Jack took her feet. They shuffled out of the alley, Jack first, and were being very successful until Jack's back ran into something fairly immobile. He looked behind him and abruptly dropped the lady's feet, earning a cry of indignation from Dèsirèè. "Ye bloody git!" she shouted at him, lowering their package to the ground gently and standing next to a stunned Jack, "What the 'ell do ye think-" Dèsirèè stopped shouting when she saw who he was staring at.

A/N: maniacal laughter EVIL CLIFFIE!!!! ::lighting bolts:: Yes indeed. You must tune in next time to find out who Jack ran into ::heavy eyebrow action::

Adios Amigos,

Thousand Faces