Jack sighed. How long had he been waiting outside the Faithful Bride? Bell should've been here by now! he thought. Jack started pacing around in frustration. Where the heck is she? Jack looked out at the horizon. The sun had disappeared and now a few stars shone overhead. The warm Caribbean breeze ruffled his hair. Why isn't she here? He groaned and cursed at the sky.

Meanwhile, Arabella quietly stood near the table of food at the ball. It was easy enough finding the place; the governor's mansion was up on a huge hill. it wasn't easy finding a dress though- she had to steal a nice one off a mannequin in a store window. To make matters even worse, she was the only person there native to Tourtuga other than the governor (who she hadn't even seen there), and she was the only person who wasn't even half-rich. She couldn't even find Fitzwilliam in the huge crowd of people.

So, instead, Arabella just ate little crackers with cheese and fish and snacked on those tiny cake-things and waited until she could spot Fitzwilliam somewhere in the crowd. The ball was pretty dull. There were servants walking around, offering people little servings of filet mingon and champagne.

One of the servants walked up to Arabella. "Would you like some champagne?" he aksed in a nice tone, like a servant should talk. Arabella was flattered because the waiter thought she was older than she really was, but she knew she was too young to drink.

"No, thank you." Arabella said, trying hard to say 'you' instead of 'ye.' The servant walked off and left Arabella alone.

Suddenly, Arabella heard a familiar voice nearby. "Arabella? I thought you would not be here!" Arabella turned to face the person, finding Fitzwilliam. "Fitz!" She said.

"How are you doing?" Fitzwilliam asked politely. "Good. In fact, better than ever," Arabella lied. She didn't want to tell Fitzwilliam the ball was boring. "What are you doing getting married, anyway?"

Fitzwilliam frowned. "Well, I am not allowed to tell anyone about this, but my father is going to try to turn Tourtuga into a normal port like Port Royal instead of this nasty pirate town. That's why I am even here in the first place. He says I have to get married before he can start, and when I do get married I can help him."

"So I guess you want to help your dad really badly, eh?"

"Yes," the aristocrat staed firmly. "I also have to dance with everyone I could marry before the ball is over," Fitzwilliam added happily. Then he walked away.

Arabella sighed and wondered how Jack was. She could picture him in her mind, pacing around the Bride, grumbling to himself. Sadness welled up inside Arabella. Poor Jack, she thought.

It was getting later, and Jack was getting a little more anxious every second. he started thinking about all the bad things that could've happened to Bell. What if she was arrested? What if she was shot by some drunk pirate? God, she could be anywhere in the town! What if she ran away or drowned? Aaack, Where is she!? Then Jack had an idea. He could ask her father where she was. Maybe he knew. Jack looked at the man who looked the most like Arabella. He definitely looked like he owned the place, but he was asleep from drinking. Jack ran over to him, and shook him awake.

"What!?" The man asked, looking around in bewilderment. "Do you know where Arabella is?" Jack pleaded. The man yawned. "Ya, I know. She's at the governor's home, dancing at a ball with her soon-to-be husband. Why?"

Jack's jaw dropped. "Seriously?!" But the man never heard him. He already fell asleep again, snoring loudly. Anger welled up inside Jack. Whoever said person she was dancing with was, he was going to give them a piece of his mind. Jack stormed off in the direction of the governor's house.

Arabella stood nearby a group of women her age, listening to their conversation as she watched Fitzwilliam dance with one of them. Arabella had been watching the women and she was pretty sure it wouldn't be that hard to dance.

"He is so cute!" Arabella heard one of the girls say excitedly. "I know! I can't wait to be his wife!" The girl's friend replied. Arabella rolled her eyes. Stupid rich girls.

Then, unexpectedly, Fitzwilliam reached his hand out towards Arabella. "Dance?" He asked. Arabella tried hard not to blush. She had once heard that it was easier not to be embarrassed by someone if you imagined them in their underwear, but the thought just sickened Arabella. She took Fitzwilliam's hand.

Jack finally found the governor's house after some desperate searching and running. He hid behind a bush near the window, peering in. He could see people eating food at a table, others dancing... but where was Arabella? Jack was starting to get frustrated.

"So," Arabella said as she danced with Fitzwilliam. "Who's your dad working for, anyway?" Fitzwilliam replied, "He's working for the East India Trading Company."

Arabella blinked. "But I thought they shipped spices."

"No." Fitzwilliam stated in his boring, gentleman-like tone. "The Company's started to get rid of pirates who steal their spices, too."

Arabella quickly changed the subject. She didn't want to have to think about the fact that the East India Trading Company would probably try to get her mother. "Have you found anyone you might like to marry yet?"

Fitzwilliam's face brightened. "Not until now." Arabella blushed and bit her lip.

Jack was starting to doubt what the man had said. He probably didn't know what he was talking about anyway; he had been drunk. Jack was about to leave when something caught his eye in the window. Arabella! But... she was dancing with someone. Jack squinted to see the person's face. Fitzwilliam! What was he doing here!? Jack's anger boiled. He stood up, marched right over to the big oak doors of the mansion, and kicked them open. Everyone inside stopped and stared.

Arabella's face drained in surprise. "Jack! What are ye-" Fitzwilliam cut her off. "Jack Sparrow!" he yelled.

Jack sneered. "Who were you expecting, Davy Jones?" Fitzwilliam stepped away from Arabella.

"So, you two lovebird were dancing, huh?" Jack said, sarcastic. Fitzwilliam reached for his sword and pulled it out of it's scabbard, and he noticed it was just a worthless decoration sword and drew it on the ground. Jack ran up to Arabella and grabbed her hand. "We need to get out of here! NOW!" He yelled. Arabella looked back at Fitzwilliam, managing to say a quick "goodbye" before disappearing out the door.

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