A/N: The reason why I have the past in present tense is because it's more of a dream/flashback for Jack in which, he sees and thinks at the moment like Harry would at the moment.
Jack strode away from the mansion and through the gates with an air of renewed confidence that cut through the fog easily. He felt like he was untouchable. He did strike it odd that there was no one else outside (that he could tell) and that even the chickens were not clucking. Then everything seemed to have sped up when wooden doors opened and a few men stumbled out of their house as if they had just woken up. Jack bolted on the spot and the fog helped him escape.
Wind whipped around him, creating a path from the fog. For Port Royal, this certainly was not a very good morning. Jack ran past the small huts they called houses and ran inside the closest hut, I mean home. He pulled open the door and threw himself inside banging the door closed. Something smelled good.
"What's to eat there, love?" Jack mumbled into the door. He pushed himself from the door and expected to see a lovely lass, or at least a lass, but didn't.
"What?" Ron Prewett asked. He turned around and Jack saw him holding a bloody cleaver in his hand.
Jack paled a little and looked around. There was the insane man with a bloody cleaver in his hand. The little boy, Philip, he was sprawled across the table. He wasn't moving.
"What are you doing here, Harry?" Ron asked clearly confused.
"I could be asking you the same thing," Jack retorted.
"What?"
"Aye. Well I see…you're busy. Bugger that…Another time perhaps? Ta," Jack said. He clapped his hands once before running out the door in a fright.
"Busy? I was just gutting the pig for breakfast," Ron said to himself. He looked at the mutilated pig.
"Who was that, Ron?" Hermione asked fixing her dress.
"Harry…" Ron said and looked at her.
"What! Did he remember?" Hermione asked gleefully.
"I don't think so. He just happened to come here by accident, I suppose. Am I doing this right?" Ron asked motioning towards the pig.
"What is that? It looks like you killed someone. Philip get off from the table now, you have a proper bed in the other room."
"A pig. That might be why he darted off like that," Ron said thoughtfully.
"You think?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Hold on," Ron said and went for the door.
Jack walked off as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. When he turned back to look behind him, he saw Ron walk out the door with the cleaver still in his hand.
"Oof…Watch were yer going," Jack said. He backed a couple of steps away. He bumped right into "Harris Norrington".
"Next time, sir, I suggest you watch where you're going or else you might find yourself in a predicament. Right, Sparrow?" the man said calmly. "Don't take another step."
"There's a man there with a cleaver!" Jack said pointing at Ron. "I think he might have murdered his family. He's your man, not old Jack here."
"I would have to say that the man over there had only murdered a lowly animal for the first meal of the day. It is a shame you won't. So, Mr. Tillard, if you would be so kind as to –"
"I know. I know…Clap him in irons, right? Again…" Jack asks sorrowfully.
"You seem to know the drill that my brother had, but right to the gallows for you, Mr. Sparrow."
"He's not your brother."
"What? Of course he is," Harris said.
"Nope."
"He is."
"Isn't."
"Is."
"Isn't."
"Is! Now stop that!" He sneered at Jack.
"Nope. You're a liar and a fraud. I won't be in the company with the likes of ye," Jack said not very convincing.
"Me? What about you? You do realize what you are, pirate! Even more lowly than that butchered animal," Harris spat.
"I'm telling you, mate, you're not who you sayin' you are," Jack said.
"And I'm telling you that you are not you say you are either," Harris said leaning towards Jack.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked puzzled and looked at Harris. Clearly the man knew more than Jack did.
"Why do you think I'm here?" Harris asked him.
Click
Jack looked down and saw that Harris was close enough to clasp him in irons without Jack noticing. That's the second time that's happened!