"Commodore! I really must protest," Elizabeth said.

"I may ask to why you are protesting, but I will just assume that it has something to do with this pirate," Commodore Harris Norrington said. His expression was unreadable.

"Because he's sick," Elizabeth said.

"Yes, we all know how sick in the mind most pirates are Governor Swann," he said.

"He may have a point there," Jack said.

"I mean it," Elizabeth said and gently held the commodore's hand.

He didn't break her hold over him and he said, "He does not seem to be tired."

"Took a few naps earlier for me beauty sleep," Jack said grinning.

"You will need a few more then, Jack," Will said.

Jack was about to say something, but Elizabeth "accidentally" grinded her heel on his boot. While the two talked, this gave Jack time to look for his leave if things didn't go as they had hoped. After a brief scan of the area Jack found that there was no way out, unless he pushes both Will and Elizabeth towards most of the Port Royal officers he could probably roll out from under the unsuspecting men, run, swim in the sea, and hope not to drown or get eaten by hungry fish.

Jack looked around once more incase he missed something. It looked like he did or did he? He caught site of a middle-aged couple, a man with flaming red hair and a woman with brown hair. Somehow, they looked familiar. Were they looking at him?

"I meant that he is dying," Elizabeth said.

"He was shot a few days ago," Will added.

"If he was, he would be dead by now," Norrington said. With Elizabeth holding his hand, he used the other to motion for the officers to wait.

"He has a way for delaying death," Will said.

"As well as having a way for being a pirate," Norrington said back.

"Harris, please," Elizabeth said gently. She hoped that her charm worked on the younger Norrington. "Look at how pale he is for a man who is around the Caribbean sun everyday."

"I agree with you, but he could have easily stayed in Europe."

"True, but Jack isn't like that. Here look at this then," Elizabeth said. She held onto Harris' hand and brought it up to where Jack's wound was. "Elizabeth," Jack hissed as he felt something move past his shirt and then warm hands touch his cool skin before touching the makeshift bandage. His eyes briefly rolled in the back of his head as the wound became enflamed. Before it was numbed from the pain and actually forgetting about it until Elizabeth showed the commodore. He opened his eyes and saw that Will had his arm across his middle and he was leaning heavily onto the younger man.

"Do you see Commodore? It is either dying painfully and slowly by this or the gallows," Elizabeth said.

Harris was wiping his bloodied hand on a handkerchief. "Yes, I do see. Never have I seen any man, pirate or sailor, who has not fallen over dead from a fatal wound from that. They all die in the end though. I will permit you and Mr. Turner here to play host for this fallen pirate, but there will be troops patrolling your estate and the area around it more frequently."

He finished wiping his hand and looked at Jack. "You should be grateful for this young woman's hospitality and not take it for granted. If I heard that you have used it to your advantage, then you will be taken straight to the gallows. You are under house arrest and dismissed."

Jack made a face that was mixed with pain and something unpleasant.

"Thank you Commodore Norrington," Elizabeth said trying to ignore the face that Jack made at Harris.

"I can see why my brother fancied you," Harris whispered to her and kissed the knuckles of her hand gently. "Please, use my coach for tonight. If only for tonight…"

Elizabeth looked away and looped her arm around Will's opened one. Will nodded at Harris and left with the love of his life and the man who helped him get his "bonnie lass". With a nod from the commodore, they were surrounded.

"Certainly, Commodore Norrington. It would be a pleasure. I bid you goodnight," Elizabeth said trying to sound pleased.

"Men, escort and make sure no harm comes to Miss Elizabeth and her friends on their journey home."

They, everyone, complied with Commodore Norrington.

"This is dreadful," Elizabeth said looking out the window.

"Aye, we can agree to that," Jack said.

"I didn't think that Commodore Harris Norrington was going to let Jack go," Will commented.

"Aye again Will. I think this little bonnie lass of ours is a witch that binds handsome men, like me self, into doing her behest," Jack said. He tried to crawl further into the plush cushioned corner.

"Do you find Harris and myself handsome then?" Will asked.

"Aye and no. The both of ye are handsome in your own special ways that only Elizabeth seems to find flattering."

Elizabeth looked at Jack and said, "Jack, I never knew that you evaluate the way people look especially since you're a -"

"Pirate? One who is surrounded by stench and filth? Well let me tell you this, it gets very lonely out on sea…surrounded by men mostly," Jack said looking at his dirtied nails.

"Jack are you saying that you've bedded one of your mates?" Will asked. He was curious, but disturbed.

"Where do you think the term "mate" comes from, eh?" Jack asked seriously, but the look in his eyes was far from being serious. "But no, I haven't. Yet."

"So -," Will started to ask.

"Maybe we should talk about this another time. It has been a very long day and I am exhausted from all that has happened," Elizabeth said.

"Aye. Then I will tell you who has taught me some French before he kicked me out with his lettre de cachet," Jack said sighing. "Maybe I can teach you the French ways, Elizabeth. Perhaps dear Will here, needs some more education in wooing the bonnie lass."

'He?' Elizabeth mouthed to Will. He only shrugged.

Minutes passed by and Jack started to nod off to sleep. When his eyes finally closed without him knowing, he was rudely awakened by a bump in the dirt road and it stopped.

"Whoa there! We're here!" the coachman said. Will and Elizabeth thanked him as he prepared to drive back to his master.

As they got out of the carriage Jack had some difficulty trying to find the step and he almost tripped if it weren't for the unsuspecting officer that happened to be there at the right moment.

"Thanks mate," Jack said. He patted the mans' back as he straightened up. He slowly jogged, more like walk, to Will and Elizabeth at the main door. "So what's the plan?"

"The plan is to eat dinner quietly and retire for the evening," Elizabeth said as she strode inside.

"Still mad about the whole reputation thing here, love?" Jack asked. He looked like he was causally leaning against the staircase railings, but he was using it as a strut.

"Mad! This whole thing is barmy even you, Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth yelled in his face.

"Me? I was nothing but an innocent bystander during the whole incidents," Jack said trying to redeem himself.

"Incidents!" Elizabeth yelled again. She felt like she could strangle Jack at that moment.

"Elizabeth, why don't we all eat dinner now? I'm pretty sure that Jack is famished from what Gibbs said about their storage," Will said from the entrance hall.

"All right," Elizabeth said gently to Will with a soft smile for him. She looked at Jack with disapproval and said, "Don't."

"Whatever says you, love," Jack said. He led Elizabeth and to their dining room, even though he has never set foot in their home. It was as if he were the host and they the guest.