"Jack!" a sharp whisper called his name.

At first Jack thought he was near the siren, but then his surroundings came back to him. 'Right…Elizabeth. Will. Couch," Jack thought. He shook his head and massaged his dirty face with his dirty hands to shake off the fatigue and memories.

"Aye?"

"I asked if you wanted more tea," Elizabeth asked and looked at him like the first time she saw Davy Jones.

"Tea? I don't drink tea," Jack said. He added, "Unless I am not myself."

"They I suppose you aren't," Elizabeth said and nodded towards something below his chest.

Jack watched her head nod towards him until he realized that she was motioning towards him and not something that he had in mind.

"Oh!" Jack said. He looked down and saw an empty tea cup complete with saucer that had a small light brown ring at the bottom. "Whoa!"

Jack threw the cup and saucer in the air, but he caught them and placed them on the table before him. He cracked his jaw and could actually taste the tea!

"Elizabeth, explain," Jack said hastily and cracked his jaw again.

"Explain what?" she asked confused.

"Wha…Wha…What was I doing with that?"

"You were drinking it, Jack…Are you feeling okay? Perhaps you should rest again," Elizabeth said.

"No. What was I doing?" Jack asked her. He suppressed the urge to run towards her and shake the information out of her.

"You said you were thirsty and drunk tea. Then you just sat there and listened. Maybe you need some fresh air…On second thought that might not do you any good with Commodore Harris Norrington out there."

"Did you say Harris Norrington?" Mrs. Norrington asked. She seemed almost as confused as Jack when he found out he was drinking tea.

"My dear lady, it is your whelp who has confined me here," Jack said sincerely. "Rum! Someone get me rum before I might do something that Elizabeth here will disapprove of!"

"Jack, I already do…"

"James? He would never do that! My, there are prisons and dungeons awaiting you," the older woman said.

"Norrington?" Jack asked. He liked to refer the first Norrington as Norrington and the second Norrington the whelp. Marcus, the servant, almost, but gently handed Jack the rum bottle. "Thanks, mate. Nah…T'was your other whelp, Harriet. Oh this is good."

"Harris," Elizabeth corrected. She turned her head away as rum dripped down Jack's mouth.

"Harris?" Mrs. Norrington repeated. "What is this madness you speak of?"

"Mrs. Norrington, you other son, Harris. Do you not remember him?" Elizabeth asked her concerned.

"My dear, I've only bore two sons in my lifetime. My first died in childbirth and the second is James."

"Now that is something…" Jack said mysteriously.

"What?" Elizabeth asks.

"I knew there was something about him…He looked nothing like your dashing son, not that I find him dashing. Women in Port Royal have very poor taste. Look at Will and Elizabeth! Should be me you should be rooting for."

"Young man, you should grateful that the governor has not kicked you out on the streets. She has a very kind heart, unlike your black one," Mrs. Norrington said with contempt.

"Oh, believe me, I am grateful, madam," Jack said sounding serious. He took another swig of rum and swished it around his mouth still trying to get rid of the tea taste in his mouth. When he opened his mouth, some of the rum spilled out and stained his trousers. "Sorry, love. As for Harris, he, I am not grateful for. They believe that they've caught Captain Jack Sparrow, but Elizabeth let me tell you that they have not. Not yet."

"What?"

"I'll take care of the ole' chum," Jack said.

"So you, pirate, are telling us that the commodore here I is claiming to be another one of my son's and that James is dead?" Mrs. Norrington dabbed her eyes with a small handkerchief.

"Yup," Jack said without hesitation and remorse. "When I'm gone, he'll be gone."

"Is there something you're not telling us, Jack?" Elizabeth asked him. She knew that look in his eye and the way his manners changed when he knew something and they didn't. She also knew that he's not going to tell them until they found out.

"Me? Have I given you any reason not to trust my judgment?" Jack asked her.

"Plenty of times," Elizabeth said smirking.

"Then that's one too many," Jack said.

"Excuse me, but I should be going now…I need to collect James' belongings," Mrs. Norrington said trying not to cry. At the end, she just broke down and cried.

Usually, Jack would jump at a chance like this, but Mrs. Norrington was not his type…at all. Elizabeth, had it been her who was the one crying, but sadly she was not. He grunted as there was a sharp pain as something seemed to press all their weight in that particular spot. He looked at her oddly, but she did not look at him. Instead, she just latched herself onto his shoulder and bawled her eyes out and he just remained quiet. Uncertain, he patted her back twice and let her hold onto him.

A while later, Mrs. Norrington left the house with teary eyes and thanked Elizabeth and Jack, much to their surprise.

"You're a good man, Jack," Elizabeth said and smiled at him.

"Don't start that again," Jack said a little darkly. He was leaning heavily on the doorframe, but managed to make it look like he was in a relaxed pose. His right arm supporting him, left arm just laying casually on his hip, and his ankles were slightly crossing each other.

"Jack…I didn't mean it like that. You really are a good man, letting a grieving woman mourn for her son all over your shirt," Elizabeth said kindly to him, but her eyes held mirth in them.

"Aye, but she really needs to find 'erself a man," Jack said.

"She's a widow…" Elizabeth said deadpanned.

"She should get another one then," Jack said thoughtfully.

"Another one?" Elizabeth asked having no idea where Jack comes up with these ideas.

"A better one."

"A better one?"

"That one," Jack said nodding his head towards someone.

"What one?"

"That one."

"No," Elizabeth said.

"What? He's perfect for her! Both are old in their ways and might enjoy each other's company."

"He's a servant. Mine and Will's servant. Leave Marcus alone!"

"It would be far worse for them not to have each other," Jack said. He pushed himself off from the doorpost and swayed a little before facing Elizabeth.

"You need to eat. I haven't seen you eat the whole time you've been here," Elizabeth said noting how thin he seemed to have been since she last saw him a year and a half ago.

"Immortals don't need to eat."

"They don't bleed either."

"Don't they?"

"I don't recall hearing any immortals dying by a gunshot wound to the stomach."

"But I do recall most men dying within minutes and days of one. Not more than a week, aye?" Jack asked. He left the room with his heavy footsteps leaving with him.

'He's right,' Elizabeth thought. 'But he truly is not immortal…right?'