Jack opened a bleary eye and found that he was at the same spot and groaned. 'Is this nightmare ever going to end?' he asked himself. He sluggishly got up and dusted himself off.

What was he doing again? Oh yes, he was going to "borrow" a ship and find where his crew hid the Black Pearl. He could just avoid all that hassle and get a long boat or set off on foot, but to row a long boat? He usually has somebody else do that for him. As for ship, he can captain it or at least threaten the current crew and then have them abandon ship before they reach the Pearl. That sounded better.

Jack walked from the shade that the palm tree provided to the sunny exterior beyond that. He raised his left arm to block the light. The sun seemingly seemed that it directed its rays at his eyes almost blinding him, but he was grateful for the kohl. He was still recovering from being blinded by the sunlight when something, or someone, bumped into him. Jack almost pulled out his pistol, but stopped when he saw who it was.

"I'm sorry mister for bumping into you," a young red haired boy said. He looked no more than eight years old.

"Merry on your way then," Jack said. He looked around cautiously as if expecting someone else to jump out from the shadows that weren't there.

"Please excuse my brother, sir," a petit lady of 17 years came up from nowhere. She stood behind her brother and looked at Jack. Jack couldn't help but stare at her. She wasn't as beautiful as Scarlet, but there was something about her fiery red hair and pale skin that tried to trigger a memory that wouldn't come or wasn't there. Did he find her attractive? She certainly was a lot cleaner than anyone else he has met in a while. He hardly saw any dirt or sweat or even a light tan on her, which was odd even on Port Royal.

"Have we met before?" Jack asked. He definitely was not smitten with the young girl.

"I don't believe we have sir," she moved closer to her brother as if to protect him from Jack. "We just arrived at Port Royal the previous day and were looking around."

"And what are your whereabouts? England?" Jack asked. He eyed her suspiciously.

"Yes, my brother and I were born in England, but most of my family are in Ireland," she said looking uncomfortable under Jack's gaze.

"Is it true that there are pirates here?" the young boy asked, not at all intimated by Jack's gaze or his clothing.

"Philip!" the older sister whispered a warning. "There are no pirates in Port Royal."

"Aye, but don't always believe what you hear. So what 'ave you heard?"

"But –" the young girl started to protest.

"They smell really bad and that they wear rags and have drably faces! They also have a very colourful bird with them and they have a ship!" the boy said excitedly.

"How would ye like to meet one?" Jack asked.

"That'd be a very scandalous thing to do! I have heard that the late Governor's daughter, now the Governor here, has had numerous run-ins with pirates and that she married one, the former blacksmith. People are saying that she might be one herself. Can you believe that?" the young girl said gossiping.

"Aye, I can," Jack said.

"Also, why would anyone want to meet a pirate? They are treacherous beings that should not have the dignity of calling themselves human," she continued.

"Right you are, love," Jack commented and gave a small laugh.

"So what is a distinguished gentleman such as yourself doing out here in the summer?"

Jack grinned when she called him a "distinguished gentleman". "I was heading towards me ship, but seeing as how my crew hid her from me I have to find her. So I will need the assistance of one of these ships here. Sadly, the Interceptor is not with us today," Jack said looking down and seemed genuinely sad that the ship wasn't.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Captain," the girl said.

"But seeing as the company before me is far more enjoyable than my crew, you should drop that brother of yours home and I could show you ways…"

The young girl was clueless as to what Jack was implying and gave him her clueless smile. That made Jack grin even wider. Times like this made Jack want to be surrounded by young virgin strumpets.

"Sorry, Captain, but we are due back home to help with kneading the dough for this evenings supper," she said sadly, but gave him that smile.

Maybe not…

"Ah, so you are experienced with your hands then?" Jack asked innocently to the innocent children before him.

"Aye! So is Philip, my brother," she added proudly.

If just a little, that put Jack off from his plan. He frowned.

"Is something wrong, Captain?"

"Aye," Jack said. "Something is dreadfully and drastically wrong."

"I'm sorry to hear that. If there was something I could do for our dear Captain…"

'Aye, but there is young lass,' Jack thought. "Perhaps you could take me to your home and I can watch you knead the bread."

"Terribly sorry, Captain. Me gran has got the scurvy. We think she got it from the pirates she met years ago or from some other diseased persons."

Jack made a face and ran his tongue between his teeth. He slowly took a few steps away from them. "Dreadfully sorry to hear that miss. Perhaps I know these said pirates. Well off on your merry way now," Jack said disappointed.

"Yes. Have a good day Captain and I hope you find your ship," she said before departing with her brother.

Jack sighed and shook his head sadly at the prospect of not dying a happy man in bed. "Philosophical Jack? I must be getting old, think of that," Jack said to himself. He walked between the small beach sand and the small tide coming in.

He closed his eyes. He could still hear the cannons and pistols firing, swords grinding next to each other, the waves hitting against the wood of the ships, men grunting from the strain of one another, their screams, and the roar of the kraken.

When he opened his eyes he found himself still in Port Royal. There was no carnage on the island unless for their livestock. There was no smell of smoke, fire, or blood thick in the air. There was only the salty sea air.

"Where could he possible be?" Elizabeth asked. She had her arm linked with Will's trying to keep up with appearances and find the missing pirate.

"Where else would he be?" Will asked. If he knew Jack there was one place that the older pirate would never part with.

"We were there an hour ago," Elizabeth began, but she let Will lead her to the docks.

It has been about two hours since Jack disappeared from their mansion. They found some blood drops on the walls and floor of an alleyway, but their trail soon disappeared from site.

"Good evenin' miss, sir," one of the newly imported officers said nodding at them.

"Good evening," they said politely and kept on walking.

At first, they faintly heard something. The closer they got to the docks, the louder the commotion was. The dock was alive with landlubbers and they weren't even leaving Port Royal.

"Did you see what that pirate did?" two young boys talked adamantly in front of Elizabeth and Will.

They looked at each other and said, "Jack."

They pushed their way through the crowd since no one was paying attention to those around them. When they reached the front of the crowd, they were not surprised to see a certain Captain Jack Sparrow.

Will and Elizabeth tried to move past a mean looking officer of the Royal Navy with his gut trying to break free of his uniform.

"Madam, I am afraid that I can not permit you to enter here," an officer said.

"As the Governor of Port Royal I request to see the pirate," Elizabeth said as she let go of Will's arm. She was trying not to be on a first name basis with Jack in front of the new recruit.

"And if I don't?" the officer asked cockily. He thought that a woman, no matter what her status was, is not higher than his.

"Then I can discharge you from Port Royal and from all the Caribbean Islands," she said making up the last part.

The officer was about to slap Elizabeth, but he was caught off guard when a tanned hand stopped him and the elbow caught him on the stomach.

"You didn't have to do that," Will said smiling at Elizabeth. He tried to protect Elizabeth, but in situations like this she can handle herself. After all, when you've been duel sword fighting with pirates, a slap from an officer who has never faced a pirate before today should be nothing.

People whispered and gossiped around them.

"That will be enough!" a strict voice cut through the air. "You are not to strike Miss Swann! Let her through."

The officer pushed Elizabeth towards the voice and she almost fell. He was rewarded with three fists on his face giving him a broken nose, black eye, and a swollen lip.

"That was uncalled for! As your commanding officer, you will be on the first ship back to England where you will be discharged from the Royal Navy and if you resist, you will be hanged for your actions," the man said. That said man is the new Commodore Harris Norrington, the brother of the late Commodore James Norrington. He followed in his brothers' footsteps in the Royal Navy; hopefully he doesn't end it like the older Norringtons' had.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said and everyone watched as he was taken away.

"It is my job, Miss Swann, but please don't try to rile the men or the pirate," he said.

"May we see him?" Elizabeth asked. She had as much influence on him as she did on his older brother. They were both captivated by her beauty.

"Certainly, but do watch out. This one appears to have been insane for quite some time. The way he says things!" the young Commodore said to her.

He led them a few feet away from where they were at and found Jack in the middle being surrounded by the officers. They had their weapons trained on him.

"Ah! You're here! Mind telling these fine gentlemen that I was just passing through?" Jack asked with his hands raised in front of him.

"Passing through? You were about to steal that longboat!"

"No, no. You have got it all wrong, mate. I was going to "borrow" that longboat," Jack said quickly pointing to the longboat next to the other longboat.

"Borrowing or not, you have made a grave mistake and it will be corrected at dawn tomorrow," Commodore Harris Norrington said.

Jack had a grim smile on his face. He started to slowly back away while hunching. "Well, then. I think that you might that this will be the day that –"

"No! Don't listen to him!" Elizabeth said quickly ignoring Jack's get-a-way speech. She did not want to have another repeat of last time. At least she didn't faint from the lack of oxygen going through her brain because of that corset.

"Blast it," Jack mumbled to himself. He noticed that everyone has their eyes on Elizabeth now and that this is the opportune moment.

"Will," Elizabeth whispered. She pushed him in front of her.

"What?" he asked. He turned to her and looked back at the crowd before him and grimaced. "Well, you see. Jack is no one really. He is just a distant cousin of mine, from his aunt's nephew twice removed. You know, that sort of thing," Will said remembering what Jack said after Will revealed himself to be Bootstrap Bills only son.

"So if he is your distant cousin, then why is he here in Port Royal?"

"Because he needed a place to stay," was all Will could say.

"There are taverns and inns he could of taken," the Commodore persisted.

"Aye, but I wanted to spend me last moments with my only family left," Jack said. He straightened out his back when they found him trying to sneak off. Jack went over towards Will and gave him a big brotherly hug and patted Will's back roughly.

"He wanted to be with the family he never knew," Will said.

"He bit one of my men."

"What can I say? I was hungry," Jack said.

"He kicked sand in their faces."

"Me leg twitched."

"He waves his arms around when he runs and screams, it was all in a comical matter."

"Doesn't everyone?"

"He –"

"Enough!" Elizabeth said "Thank you Commodore for finding Will's distant cousin. From all the excitement this evening, I think it would be best if everyone were to retire."

"Of course. Please excuse me of my actions, Governor Swann," Commodore Norrington said.

"Of course, Commodore Norrington. I will be taking our charge back home now where he will be properly treated and under watch. Good night," Elizabeth said.

"Commodore Norrington? Bugger. I thought he was killed," Jack said thinking out loud. He didn't even notice the glare that the new Commodore Norrington gave him.

"That would be my older brother, James Norrington. I am Harris Norrington," he said and held out his hand to Jack.

Jack eyed the seemingly harmless hand. He shook it briefly, but the young commodore wouldn't let go.

"That is a very fine grip you have Mister?"

"Smith," Jack said trying to give an innocent smile. Unfortunately, the gold caps in his teeth didn't make things better, it just made the commodore more suspicious.

"Mister Smith then. Have you had any run-ins with pirates then?"

"I might of. What's it to ye?" Jack asked. His arm was getting tired of shaking the other mans.

"I find it very anomalous that you should end up here in Port Royal the day after Tortuga was raided."

"That so? Will is a very distant relative of mine."

"Why haven't we heard of any word of your arrival? Certainly even a whisper of your comings."

"Spur of the moment," Jack said.

"Like that tattoo of a sparrow on your arm or the brand on the other?" Norrington inquired and tightened his grip on Jack's hand. "Pirate. My brother James has spoken of you numerous times before his untimely demise in sea, Mister Sparrow."

"Ah the roots do grow deeper I see," Jack said smiling grimly.

"What does that –" Commodore Norrington started to say.

"Please pay him no attention," Elizabeth said.

"So do your loyalties lie with pirates then?" he asked quickly turning towards her.

"My loyalties are with my fiancée," was all Elizabeth said. She stood next to Will and Jack, which broke the commodore's hold on Jack.

"I see," was all the commodore said looking at Elizabeth in the eye.

In that moment, Elizabeth wondered if the Norrington brothers knew how much they acted the same. How much did James tell Harris about Elizabeth, Port Royal, Will, pirates, Jack Sparrow, his life after he lost his men, and if he had any time, his dealings with the East India Trading Co. and Davy Jones. For a second, Elizabeth thought he was almost exactly like James.

"Men, fetch the irons and then escort Mister Sparrow to his holding cell," Harris said while looking at Elizabeth in the eye.