A/N: It's now 12:10 AM and we're back on sugar. W00h00! Anyways, chapter…um…5 now is it? Well, whatever number it is, here's the next chapter. FUN!

"Elizabeth, you're going in when we land at Port Royal." Violet and Elizabeth sat huddled together in the female's cabin on board the Navy ship, while Violet's crew was following them on her ship. Augusta was asleep and the men were out on decks keeping watch. Violet was explaining to Elizabeth the whole plan before they arrived at Port Royal.

"When we land you are to be in your best attire. You're going to pay a little visit to your daddy."

"What?"

"Listen to me love. I'm going to say this and I'm only going to say this once." Elizabeth listened carefully as Violet revealed the plan. She did as she was told. She stayed below decks as the men sailed the ship expertly into the harbor. She was dressed prim and proper, and so no one questioned her when she walked down the plank to the main pier with a sober Will, who was no longer suffering from severe hangover.

They took a coach up to the mansion owned by Elizabeth's father, the Governor Weatherby Swann. Elizabeth stepped out of the carriage, followed by Will, who was completely oblivious to the fact that she had skipped out on the corset for multiple reasons. The two walked up to the front door of the mansion and knocked.

"Miss Swann! Or should I be saying Missus Turner?" The maid who had helped Elizabeth hide from Pintel and Ragetti when she was first kidnapped answered the door and was overjoyed to see her old friend.

"It's Missus Turner now," William said, walking Elizabeth into the mansion.

"Governor! There's two here to see you!" The maid called into the wide mansion interior. The governor appeared in a doorway, and was also overjoyed at seeing his only daughter. However, his joy in seeing his son-in-law was a bit questionable. After a round of welcoming embraces, Elizabeth looked past her father's shoulder to see three more figures standing in the doorway.

"Lord Beckett?"

"Yes, Missus Turner."

"Father, what is he doing here?" Fear shadowed both Elizabeth's and Will's face.

"I have come to negotiate a trade in common African goods with your father."

"Ah, Well, I'll have my two acquaintances and their traveling companions on their way." While Elizabeth and Will shared an awkward tea with Beckett, his wife, and the other man, Violet was having a fit on the Navy ship.

"Jacques Sparrow!" She yelled at him from across the room. "You are going to shut your beeg, fat mous and stuff your egotistical macho piracy ideas up your-"

"Yes, love, I know."

"And you're going to do as I say! Now get into your good coat!"

"I am."

"Am what?"

"In my good coat."

"Not zat filcy pirate swag, surely, zat's not…"

"It is."

"Men." Violet rolled her eyes, then began to pace.

"We need to find you a good coat as you'll be portraying a very important man of ze parliament."

"Oh goody."

"Where can we find a good coat for you?"

"Well Norrington has a bit of shiny on his personhood that I'd not mind heaving a go in."

"Well, it'll do. He won't give it to you easily."

"All the more fun, love."

"You haven't called me love in quite some time, Jacques Sparrow."

"Don't get used to it."

"What? You don't sink we can still-"

"What is it with women and commitment?" Jack muttered as he strolled casually into Norrington's office, receiving only a glare from Violet.

"Mister Sparrow, I would appreciate you not attempting to-" Norrinton's sentence was cut short by Jack's fist colliding with his face.

"Not a bad job," Violet said a little while later as Jack came out with the fancy

suit Norrington was wearing and the powdered wig on his head.

"Yes, well, I've always fancied the coat."

"Well, I was referring to ze man tied to ze desk chair in his long johns, but ze coat looks good, too."

"Well."

"Well, I'll trust you to stay an honest man as you help me into my dress, I'm afraid I haven't been in one in such a long time, such a bozer you know…"

"You? In a dress?"

"Aye."

"A real dress?"

"Is zere something funny about zat, Jacques?"

"No. Not at all."

"Well zen, come help me."

"You know, love, in order to get into one set of clothes you'll have to get out of another…"

"Jacques Sparrow, I remember now why my muzzer cried when we ran away togezer. Well, are you going to help me or not?"

"Yes, love. Why are we dressing up, as it were?"

"You'll see, Jacques. You'll see."

Elizabeth sat in the chair across from Beckett, with Will and her father at her side. He was explaining himself and the man he was with.

"Lord Greenlee. He is the lord of an English colony in southern Africa. It's quite the fort, really. Masses of cargoes go in and out every day. Gold, silver, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, the more common goods such as rare spices, cloths and such, and then there's the flesh market."

"You mean to tell me you sell slaves?" Elizabeth stared at Greenlee.

"Indeed I do. Filthy monsters. They live just like animals in these awful grass huts. We're doing them a favor, really."

"Perhaps they are comfortable in their animal huts, Mister Greenlee. Perhaps they are no more savage than we are for exploiting them." Elizabeth sat, anger radiating from her eyes.

"You speak your mind," Greenlee said. "It's not proper for a woman to speak her mind. It's not proper for a woman to think outside what her husband tells her to think. You should correct her unusual behavior immediately," He said, turning his attention to Will.

"Are you suggesting I am to physically harm my wife because she thinks independently?" Will sat, now equally as angry as Elizabeth, who was holding back her new pirate instincts to slit Greenlee's throat.

"It's an age when women are breaking out of their traditional ways, Mister Turner. Some one should show them their place."

"If there is a place for woman in society," Elizabeth said coldly as she stood up, "I can assure you it is not obediently sitting next to a man like his pet dog. If you all will excuse me, I am going to…freshen up a bit before my guests arrive." The group sat talking as Jack, Violet, Myra, and Alfhild sat in the coach on their way up to the mansion. Violet was explaining as much of the plan as she dared to give away, speaking quietly so the driver would not hear them over the clatter of the horse's hooves.

"Theatre faces everyone," Violet said as they stepped out of the carriage. Elizabeth, Will, and the governor opened the door to greet a stunningly dressed Jack Sparrow and Violet in full dress and makeup.

"Father, Elizabeth said to him as he walked into the room. "Meet, um…" She looked at a book on the shelf next to the window. One of the books carried the seal of King George on the spine. "Meet George…Albatross, and his lovely wife-"

"Indigo, Indigo Albatross. My traveling companions, Myra and Alfhild."

"Well, I don't believe I have ever heard of a George Albatross. What is it you do, Mister Albatross?" Greenlee looked skeptically and the two braids in his beard.

"I'm with the parliament, as it were," Jack said still recovering fro the shock of hearing Violet speak in perfect English.

"I am high in the King's court of England and I can assure you, I have never heard of a George Albatross." Becket looked at Jack.

"I'm not much of one to be parading my accomplishments, mate. I don't advertise much, savvy?"

"May I have a glass of water?" The whole group turned to see a little girl standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Augusta?" Jack asked, cocking his head to the side as only he could do.

"No, she's Charlotte. An orphan, staying in our house as an honored guest." The governor told her to go into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Little Miss!" A screechy voice yelled down the stairs. Seconds later a handmaid appeared, flying down the steps and after the girl. "Ah, there you are, Miss! I thought you'd been lost…Oh! Governor…We were just playing a fun little game of hide-and-seek. All the young ones are playing nowadays. Cute kids, aren't they?"

"No, I was thirsty. I came down to get a glass of water."

"Well then! Let's go get you some water then, why don't we?" The two hurried off into the kitchen.

"Abigail, the maid who I put in charge of Charlotte."

"Lovely child. How'd you come by her?"

"It's a bit of a tragedy, really. She was sold to a pirate and then ended up abandoned here. We took her in."

"Pirates? How fascinating."

"Disgusting animals, the lot of them. My Cutler is here to wipe out those nasty scumbags." It was the first thing Becket's wife had said all day.

"Pirates?" Abigail stuck her head out of the kitchen door. "I should love to be a pirate!"

"You ain't got the goods to be a pirate, love." Alfhild glared at her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they be wantin' more'n what you can give them!" Myra said. After an exchange of glances between her and Alfhild, the two burst out laughing.

"I believe this is quite the inappropriate topic to hear from such young ladies." Violet fanned herself casually.

"You're all thinking it!" Alfhild said apologetically.

"We're just sayin' it!" Myra laughed along with Alfhild.

"Well if you will all excuse us," Elizabeth and Violet stepped forwards as Elizabeth spoke, "We've had quite the journey and are going to go freshen up upstairs." The two women walked past the group and up the stairs.

"And it is best if we go and get our luggage from the ship." Jack and Will both walked out the door back to the carriage. Jack pulled Myra and Alfhild aside before leaving.

"Listen loves, I have two very important jobs for you."

"Aye Captain Sparrow?" They asked in unison.

"I need you to get the girl with the hair, the…"

"Curly hair?" Myra asked to jack's odd hand movements.

"Aye, that one! Get her ready to, er, go on a little Vacation with Uncle Jack."

"But Captain Sparrow, aren't you her-"

"No! I'm Uncle Jack!" He cut Alfhild off.

"Okay then, get the girl ready and?" Myra asked.

"Stay in the kitchen and wait for further instructions."

"Will do, Captain Jack." Alfhild said.

"I'll get the girl ready," Myra said after Jack left.

"And what, you're to leave me in the kitchen all alone?"

"I'll come back."

"Oh, thank you, you're so generous." Alfhild hissed sarcastically at Myra.

"You're welcome, mate." Myra took off after Charlotte, who had gone back upstairs after the rest of the group had split and gone back into the dining room for more tea. Alfhild walked into the kitchen sulkily, swearing under her breath.

Myra walked downstairs back into the dining room where the governor and the rest of the remaining guests were seated. She sat down on the chair's arm next to the governor and leaned in heavily on his shoulder.

"Lovely girl, mate, but the nanny- not quite up to par if you catch me drift. Fire her. Soon."

"Excuse me, Miss, but where are William and Ja- George." He quickly corrected himself.

"Out at the ship pickin' up luggage like 'e said 'e was."

"Very well."

"If you'll excuse me, I'll be goin' back into the kitchen." Myra went back into the kitchen where Alfhild was waiting.

"Finally! What took you so long?"

"I was warmin' the governor up to me, he'll learn to like you too though, so don't be jealous."

"You are impossible."

"What? He's not married."

"Myra!"

"What?"

"He's old, probably about to die. He's rich. He's powerful. You're a genius!"

"Ladies." Jack snuck into the room, dressed like his old self, beard and all.

"Yes?" The two girls straitened up, waiting for orders.

"What are you two up to?"

"Nothin'."

"Good. Our dear William is outside with some lady friends. In about a minute, this house will be under siege by an angry crew of female p…p…pir-"

"Pirates?"

"Aye, that's the word. Anyways, we'll be under siege in a matter of minutes."

"Well, the household has to know, don't they Myra?"

"Indeed they do, Alfhild. Let's go do what we do best."

"Myra?"

"Alfhild?"

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

The two women gathered up their skirts and headed for the kitchen door. They stood for a moment, exchanged glances, then ran to the dining room screaming.

"PIRATES!"

"Pirates!" Beckett jumped to his feet.

"Where?"

"Come, hurry, we must escape!" The two women led the rest of the group out to the main entry way.

"I'll go warn the girls upstairs!" Myra ran up after the girls.

"MYRA! No!"

"I must."

"Tis too dangerous!"

"I must do my duty." She continued after the girls upstairs, holding back a ferocious fit of laughter.

"Is she well?"

"She's scared of pirates." Alfhild lied quickly. She ushered the governor and the others to the front door. She ran a few steps ahead and opened the door. Then, she screamed.

A/N: (GASP) A CLIFFHANGER! Yes, a cliffhanger. BWAHAHAHAHA-hehehehe-(cough cough choke choke)… Don't worry though, we're going to go see DMC later and we'll come back with a fresh new wave of random-hyper-pirate-epiphany-ness. W00h00, I just made a new word. Epiphany-ness. Fuuuun.