Elizabeth assured James Norrington she was quite alright and that Mr. Sparrow had been nothing but kindness to her. Her quick fondness for and enthusiastic defense of the man caused the Commodore to find himself feeling absurdly competitive with the unfortunate creature.

"James," Elizabeth accused. "Are you saying my laughter causes you discomfort?"

Norrington realized how possessive and domineering it sounded. "Oh, My Dear Elizabeth no! I revel in your happiness." And to prove himself, he escorted her back into the private dining-room and seated her begrudgingly beside Adam. He looked up to those gathered at the table.

"Just a bit of a misunderstanding." He announced and resumed his place at the other end of the table.

"Not enough of a misunderstanding to apologize is it?" Adam whispered to Elizabeth.

Throughout dinner every time Elizabeth looked up her eyes were met by the continuing appraisal of James Sparrow. After repeatedly experiencing his blatant perusal, Elizabeth grew bolder in response to him by wrinkling her nose, pursing her lips or simply nodding. Each response was rewarded with an amused smile. By evening's end she had so charmed him that he agreed to further discussions on expansion and land options with her father. At the hotel Elizabeth was jubilant. The Commodore and her father praised her. "Elizabeth! Mr. Sparrow not only has agreed to our request of three acres around Fort Montego but will discuss assisting in the restoration as well!

James and Charles relentlessly pumped Adam for the "true story" of his being slapped in the face. Jack, never one to exclude himself from a discussion focused on sexual conduct, jumped in hoping for details.

"Impossible" he laughed. "Not Elizabeth. The girl stood in her knickers in front of half the Royal Navy without blushin'. She's got a wanger for sure."

"Jack!" Offended by the crude banter Adam sprang to Elizabeth's defense.

He started to laugh finding a chance to give Adam a go. "I didn't say she ain't nice. Just said 'er lad's bigger than mine."

"Everyone's lad is bigger than yours." Charles just couldn't pass it up. "You were blessed with the manhood of an infant."

"Gentlemen" James was tired of reliving his boyhood dorm chat. "As excruciating as it is for me to leave such intellectual stimulation I must say goodnight." The boys stood as their father made his way upstairs and decided to do the same.

"Sizin' up me ole man Charles?" Jack snipped. "Can't keep yer eyes off it aye? I kin introduce ya to nice chap named Jeffrey.."

"Revolting." Charles slammed his door in his brother's face. Jack laughed.

As fast as he could, Adam put on the clothes he found under Jack's bed. He covered them best he could with his nightshirt and covered himself with his blankets then called out for his brother.

Jack stuck his head in the door.

"What's wrong mate?"

"Jack" Adam's breathing was heavy and strained. Jack came in and sat on the bed.

"Hey. You alright?" Adam apparently was struggling with a fit.

"Can you stay?" Adam's voice squeaked out the request.

"Of course I'll stay with you." Jack stretched out on the bed next to his brother. He caught a whiff of the clothing Adam was wearing under his nightshirt. "What died?"

Adam bit his lip trying not to answer or laugh. He pulled out a bottle of brandy and sipped it. Jack relieved him of it and took a long hard swallow.

"This ain't what you need right now Squif. Try to sleep." Jack continued to drain the bottle.

"Damn that right hit the spot now dinit?" He let the bottle hit the floor. Adam pulled out another. Jack started to laugh. "I think maybe you might 'ave a problem 'ere mate. This ain't the way ta get ta sleep." Again he took a giant swig then decided to just chug it and call it a night.

"Oooooo," Jack suddenly got unusually drowsy. His hands rubbed his face.

Adam's body started to shake. Jack pulled him over to his side and put his arms around him. "Don' worry Squif. I'm 'ere." But he couldn't fight the heavy drowsiness and fell asleep.

"About damn time." Adam said aloud while reaching under his pillow for a bottle of wine. He drank until he too felt the pull of sleep then lay down with his arms locked around his brother.

"See you in your dreams Jack." Adam soon fell asleep.

Jack knew he was dreaming but he never had a dream so real. He looked around the room he suddenly found himself in. The walls looked to be solid carved gold. He ran his hand across the wall in awe. The treasure and jewels reached from wall to wall. Jack walked through the door and into the hall. Doorless rooms lined the halls. Every room was like the first, gold carved walls and a vast treasure stored inside. The only difference was the carvings on the walls, none of which Jack could understand.

"What is this place?" He said aloud to himself. His voice echoed. He continued down the hall looking in each room and wondering if he was indeed dreaming. It seemed so real. How did he get here? It had to be a dream. He stopped when he noticed a larger and brighter room at the end of the hall.

"Alright, I'll bite." He said as he walked into it.

"Adam!" He looked into his brother's smiling face.

" Mate! What'r ye doing here. Adam.you're standing, your face.... I'm dreaming."

Adam grabbed Jack's arms. " I had to bring you here. I had to get you to understand Jack."

"Oh God, now yer nagging me 'bout goblins in me dreams! Adam yer gonna drive me mad mate."

"Yeah he has a habit of doin' that dunn't he." another voice spoke.

Jack froze and looked beyond Adam to another entry that was separated from the room by bars. Slowly he walked over.

"Oh my God." he whispered as he looked in to the cell. "Bill."

"Hey Mate." Bill extended his arm through the bars. Jack grasped his hand.

"I'm dreamin'." Jack kept repeating. "I'm dreamin'''

His voice quivered.

"Yes you are." Bill said. "But I'm not Jack. Help me. Please Jack. Help me!"

"They're coming ! Adam got scared. We have to go!" He cracked Jack across the face.

"Wake Up Jack! Wake up."

Bill grabbed Jack by the collar and pulled him into the bars of the cage. "Wake up Jack."

Jack tried to free himself of Bill's grip.

"What the hell "ave you two gone mad??

His head, face and chest continued to be slammed against the bars. "What the hell ya.." His body met the bars again.

He felt blood trickle from his head and nose as his body crashed to the floor.

"They're coming!" Bill yelled but Jack couldn't do anything as he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes he was on Adam's bedroom floor. Blood was coming from his head and nose where apparently he had struck the night-table. He wiped it with his sleeve and sat up.

"Are you alright?" Adam was sitting up in bed looking at him.

"Yeah Mate, go back to sleep. I just 'ad a dream."

"Were you happy to see Bill?"

"Don't do this Adam." Jack didn't like being confused. "It was a dream."

"It always seems like a dream, even when you wake up. You hit your head on the night table but you didn't really. You hit it on the bars of Bill's prison."

Jack looked at him dazed and confused. He couldn't think.

"Damn it Adam it was a dream!" He screamed at his brother. He didn't know why he was angry at him but he was and he wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. He wanted to be able to think. Jack slammed out of the room.

Adam lay back on the bed. Satisfied that the seed had been planted.