Antoinette and Elizabeth had finally arrived at Tortuga. As Elizabeth wrinkled her nose at all the unpleasant smells, Antoinette reminisced on them back to days when she was single and childless. The first time she had been to Tortuga.

"Ugh, Antoinette," Elizabeth said as they made their way through the dancing and singing drunks to a small table where people were lined up at, "if James and Will go missing again, lets start looking for them in a nicer, cleaner port." Just after she said that, a messy looking man smiled drunkly at them, making them gape.

"'Ello there, pretty ladies," He said, standing up and kissing their hands. "'Ow's about you two wenches swing wit me a little, maybe 'ave a drink or two?"

Remember your manners, Antoinette told herself. "I'm sorry sir," She said calmly, "but my friend and I are busy right now." Just as they started to walk away, Antoinette felt someone grab her arm, and pull her back, as did Elizabeth.

"Hey!" The man hissed at them, "When a gentleman wants to dance wit you, you'd best accept his invitation!" He raised his arm and was about to slap Antoinette, when suddenly a man grabbed his arm, grasping it tightly.

"And when a lady says she doesn't want to dance with the gentleman, the gentleman must respect the lady's wishes," said the man. He was a little scruffy, but had a rich velvety voice that made Antoinette melt.

"And what do you know about manners, Norrington?" The drunk said, yanking his hand free and then looking the other man over. Antoinette's eyes went wide as she heard the mans name.

"More than you would ever understand," Norrington growled at him, then turning to leave. Antoinette rushed after him and grabbed his arm.

"Let go of me," He said in a gravely voice, walking up to the table. Antoinette went quiet as he started talking with one of the men behind the table. It was Mr. Gibbs, and the other one was Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth stood beside Antoinette, and was about to say something when Antoinette hushed her.

"And what be your story?" Gibbs asked gleefully.

"My story," Norrington said deeply, "is like your story yet one chapter behind. I left my new, expectant spouse; I even lost my crew, my ship, and my life.

Gibbs' smile disappeared and Jack looked up from his compass as Norrington took a drink from Gibbs' rum bottle. "Commodore?" He asked slowly

Norrington rolled his eyes. "No, not anymore, weren't you listening!?! I nearly had you all, off Tripoli. I would have, if not for the... hurricane.

Gibbs' eyes went wide. "You didn't try to sail through it?

Norrington scoffed. "So do I make your crew, or not? You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice!" He threw the table over in rage. As he did, the music stopped. Antoinette could not help but see a large plant being picked up and used as cover as the person behind it moved away.

"So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow?" James asked, pulling out his gun, and pointing it at the plant. "Or should I just kill you now?"

Jack peeked up, and smiled at James. "You're hired!" he said.

James smirked. "Sorry, old habits, and all that." He was about to fire, when a man grabbed his arm, forcing the gun toward the ceiling, making James shoot it. As a riot broke out, Antoinette saw Jack and Gibbs sneak away. She sighed and rolled her eyes as Elizabeth and she pulled their swords out, and began fighting.

After a while, James was standing by himself, yelling at the people around him. "Come on, now!" He yelled, taking a swing of some rum he had stole. "I'll take you all one by one! Who's first?!?" Another fight was about to start when Elizabeth suddenly grabbed the rum out of his hand, and smashing it apon his head to Antoinette's horror. As he fell to the ground, Elizabeth turned to the surprised crowd, and yelled to them, "I just wanted to do that myself!"

After the crowd had finished cheering, they grabbed his arms and legs, throwing him into a nearby pigpen. He woke up after having hit the cold mud, and saw to women coming towards him. The one with the dark brown hair knelt down, wiped his mouth off, and started giving him deep, romantic kisses. He knew who she was.

"Oh, Antoinette," He whispered seductively to her.

"James," She said, looking him over, "what has the world done to you?"