A lone figure was standing out in front of the gates of the current and past home of the governor of Port Royal. The trees whipped around as the harsh winds of the Caribbean raged out during the storm. The lone figure looks torn before entering the gates and knocking on the heavy wooden door.

Elizabeth had finally managed to herd everyone into the sitting room to talk over tea and biscuits when she noticed that one of the servants walked towards her.

"Yes?" Elizabeth asked standing.

"There is someone here to see you madam," the servant said before leaving back out the room.

Elizabeth looked at him as he walked away without her dismissal.

"Something wrong, love?" Jack asked sitting on the loveseat.

"I'll be back. There's someone here…Why would they go outside in this weather just to talk to me?" Elizabeth pondered out loud.

"I would. Better yet, I would go across the world just to see you," Jack smirking through the pain.

"You're despicable, Jack," Elizabeth said darkly before she turned and left.

"What did I say the wrong thing? Because I would and I am a man of my word," Jack said pointedly was all Elizabeth heard him say before she was out of earshot.

"Good afternoon, Commodore," Elizabeth greeted the man before her.

"Please, Governor Swann, call me Harris," he says standing in front of her. Too close for Elizabeth's comfort, but not his.

"Then, call me Elizabeth," she says politely. She hid her displeasure of being so formal with a smile.

She only wanted to hear her name escape Will's lips and granted that Jack being a pirate without manners, she let him. Though Harris is new and she hardly knew the younger brother of John Norrington, she'll let him say her name all for the sake of the security of Port Royal. Has the older, deceased Norrington ever mention this Harris before?

"Only if it is necessary, Miss Swann. May I call you Miss Swann?" he asks her alarmed.

"You may," she says confused at why he chooses to address her so. "Commod- Harris," she corrected herself. "What do I owe the pleasure for you to come here personally? I hope your driver came back for you last night."

"Yes, thank you for worrying a petty officer…like myself. I'm honored," he says smiling at her. "I came here to check up on the pirate…and… I-uh came here to see how you are."

Elizabeth was shocked, but recovered. She gave him another small smile. She should have known that like his older brother, he would have fancied her. "Jack? He's coping with the thought of dying here. I just hope that when he does die, he won't haunt us," Elizabeth said laughing.

"If that worries you so, you should have fetched someone to tell me. I shall remove him from your property at once," he said taking her seriously. He took a step forward before feeling the hand on his chest stopping him.

"No, that won't be necessary," Elizabeth said eyeing him strangely. She didn't think that he had taken her this seriously. "It's alright. I believe that he'll find it somewhere deep inside his heart not to."

"Okay, but if he does troubles you so in any way or fashion, do not hesitate in telling me. I do not want anything troubling our fair lady governor," he said.

He seemed a lot closer than Elizabeth noticed at first and that she hasn't removed her hand from his chest. Their faces were almost touching and because since he was taller, he had to look down at her.

"You still haven't given me an answer."

"An answer to what?" Elizabeth asked breathlessly.

There was something about him that is making her feel this way for him. Never before has anyone managed to make her thoughts slow with just the intimacy and their deep pooling eyes, except for Jack Sparrow. But now Elizabeth has freed and distanced herself from Jack so she shouldn't have any feelings for the pirate, right?

"How are you?" He whispered in her ear as he leaned into her.

"I'm…" Elizabeth felt her eyes closing.

"Elizabeth!" a sharp cried out and made Elizabeth open her eyes.

"What!" Elizabeth exclaimed and took a step away from Harris.

Her cheeks flushed in a mixture of both embarrassment and anger. Though she felt very relieved for the interruption.

"Elizabeth! There you are," Jack said.

He seemed out of breath and he was clutching his side. It was only a short distance between the rooms, yet he looked like he was chased by the cannibals. Jack looked between the two and made some sort of motion with his free hand.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Jack said trying to sound casual before huffing for more oxygen.

"Actually –" Harris started to say before he was interrupted.

"No. What is it, Jack?" Elizabeth asked him.

She inched a little closer to Jack and for some strange reason, she felt a lot safer with Jack than she did with Norrington's sibling. Right now, being around Jack felt not only safer, but soothing, whereas with Harris it felt like standing under that unfortunate tree that was about to be struck with lightning, a deluded safe zone.

"Well, after you left, poor William was unable to fend for himself. Terribly sorry, but eunuchs are intolerable with guests and their questions about the talented man before you," Jack said. He saw her clueless face and pointed to himself several times. "Me."

"What about you? Are they still asking about that Harry Potter?" Elizabeth asked trying to get the gist of what he was trying to say.

"Harry Potter!" Harris Norrington said alarmed.

"Aye? You know the whelp?" Jack asked eyeing the commodore.

He stepped in between Elizabeth and Harris, keeping Elizabeth behind him. He noticed how uncomfortable Elizabeth was being around the man the previous night and now. He's been around women long enough to tell when they don't feel content and he would know. Jack now noticed how close he and the other male is and looked unpleasant before moving his face closer to the young commodore.

"Perhaps…" he said mysteriously. "And perhaps you shall remove yourself off me before finding yourself face to face with the executioner."

"Excuse me, Commodore Norrington," Elizabeth said.

She still felt strange saying this title to a man whom she hardly knows when the man who use to have this title has been on Port Royal with her for more than a decade, from the voyage of leaving England to settling to Port Royal and to their final moments with each other before the demise of Davy Jones.

"Oh yes! Sorry, Miss Swann, but there is a lot of work to be done with many of the new recruits. I must leave now, but I'll try to stop by again later to see how things are faring here," Harris said. He forcibly pushed Jack out of the way just so he could kiss Elizabeth's knuckles.

Jack was about to retaliate with a few choice words of his own before Elizabeth intervened.

"Thank you, but that is not necessary," Elizabeth said and took her hand away from his. "Really, you don't have to. I believe that you need a good night's rest."

"I would if I knew that things are all right in your household."

"There is no need. I have an able staff of servants and some of the recruits here to help," Elizabeth said smiling. She was really getting tired forcing herself with these smiles, but she hoped that he would get the clue and leave them alone.

"If you are comfortable with that notion," he said.

"I am," Elizabeth said leading him out the door. "Have a nice day now."

"You too, Miss Swann," Harris said waving before Jack shut the heavy wooden door in his face.

"In all honestly, Elizabeth, just shoot the whelp before he does anything stupid," Jack said. He was leaning heavily on the door.