A/N: I am sooooooooooo exited that Harry Potter is coming out this Wednesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD! Thanks for the reviews, guys!!! Love you guys!

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Isabelle's POV...

Tears welled up in my eyes as I furiously half-ran, half-limped to Jack's cabin. Running was causing the pain to shoot up from my almost healed hip, probably damaging it more. Stupid pirate, not even showing me my own cabin yet.

My father was Blackbeard?! I stuggled to remember all of the stories I had heard about him while slamming the large wooden door. I threw myself on Jack's unmade bed and sifted through the stories, struggling to keep my breath even.

Will had said Blackbeard was an amiable man, who was almost forgiving and generous to those who cooperated with him... And I suppose that's not too bad, but Will had also said that he had fourteen wives! Fourteen step-mothers! If I had known that, I would have tried to find them, perhaps saving my body from those awful nights.

I burst into the tears I had been fighting, and carefully curled into a ball, trying not to upset my hip further. There was a knock at the door, and I already knew who it was. Jack didn't wait for me to answer, and walked in slowly and sat at the wooden chair by the desk.

I peeked at Jack and could see that he was uncomfortable here, with me crying on his bed, but there was something in his eyes... Something that told me, maybe, he cared.

" I didn't finish..." He cleared his throat."He died a year ago, hiding every remenant of his treasure. He hid the map, too, and the whereabouts of said map. And when I found out yer name, so many years ago, I thought that if anyone could find the Immortal Stone, It would be his only child." Jack explained, looking at me, trying to decide if it was the right thing to tell me.

I quickly sat up, more pain shooting from my hip, and glared at him. He had just told me that I was the only child of a man who had fourteen wives, and that I was a little glad of, because who would fancy tons of siblings? But he also said that the only reason he came back for me was the treasure, his precious "Immortal Stone".

"So that was why you came back for me?" I hissed at him. Jack's confused expression dropped into a blank stare, trying to decide if this was true.

"It was," He admitted.

"Well, then, maybe you should have left me for dead." I spat out in a whisper, and at once got up and left, not caring to hear the rest. I banged the door shut and walked below deck, not knowing where I was going, and frankly not caring. I reached for my hip, because the pain was becoming unbearable, just like the pain in my chest. But I kept walking. Because I didn't want to care anymore.

Like he had not cared, coming for me only when convienient for him. How could I be so foolish? Of coarse, Captain Jack Sparrow could never care for anyone but himself. I was just leading myself into more pain, believing that maybe, just maybe, someone could care for me.

I couldn't explain to myself why I felt this way, the way I had felt when Jack left me in Port Royal so many years ago... Like I was losing a part of myself, a part I had never known. It was scaring me, that I could feel something and not know what it was.

As I desperately tried to figure out what it was, I realized I was getting lost. And in a ship, no less. I sighed and groped my way around the dimly lit room I now found myself in. I heard noises coming from above me, and I looked up, losing my balance and falling.

My head hit something on the way down. Blackness slowly pulled me under...

Jack's POV...

Isabelle ran out the door, slamming it shut. "Bloody hell!" I said angrily, but very quietly, to myself, very annoyed that I didn't get to finish. That I had missed my chance to tell her that even though that was the reason I came back for her, it wasn't like that anymore. I didn't want to use her any longer.

I wanted to tell her. That someone cared for her. That I cared about her... Even though I had only just met her again yesterday, I couldn't put away the burning in my chest... The burning in my heart...

And I had thought it was a burning that I would only feel once. For Elizabeth. But it was back again, the monster that made me do things I wouldn't normaly do.

I stood up and crossed the not-so-short distance to the door. I flung it open and stepped out, looking around. I didn't see her anywhere on deck. I strided up the stairs to the helm and went to Gibbs, who was steering.

"Have you seen Isabelle?" I demanded, trying not to sound to urgent. It didn't work.

"No, Jack. Actually, I was just wonderin' about her..." I didn't hear the rest because I had shot down the stairs to the deck the moment he said "No". I spotted Anamaria in the crow's nest and stood next to the mast.

"Have you seen Isabelle?" I called up to her at the top of my lungs.

She looked down and pointed towards the stairs leading below.

"She didn't look happy." Ana called back. I sighed, heading in that direction.

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I found myself later in the crew's quarters, asking Pintel if he'd seen her.

"Yes, Capt'n. I was abou' to follow 'er, too, but dinner started." He explained, grinning and a slight spark in his eye.

"And when you followed her, just what were your intentions?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"Ah.." Pintel scowled, and I just smiled bitterly.

"Which way?"

"She went further down, to the storage and hold, I suppose."

I continued on my quest, glancing around another room before I got to the right area. I looked around carefully before walking in from the stairs, but all I could see was the hold, and the dim candle on a desk beside it. I walked to the unlit area slowly, shifting my eyes around all corners. I spied blood on the ground, and my stomach flipped over.

Isabelle was laying face up, her hair covered in blood. My face contorted in horror as I knelt down, lifting her gingerly into my arms.

There was a deep gash on the back of her head, and the blood was dripping at an unnormal pace. I tore off a piece of my shirt sleeve with my teeth and, with difficulty, wrapped it around her head to stop the bleeding.

I quickly went up the steps, bringing her into my cabin with great speed. Anamaria was by my side in an instant, having saw me emerging from the stairs with the newly blood soaked Isabelle. She brought me the bandages that were sitting on my desk from before, and then left quickly to get water, as I set her on my bed.

Isabelle was still bleeding, and I realized I needed to stich it up. When Ana arrived with the water, I told her to clean up the blood on her scalp and that I'd be back, and hurried to the crew's quarters. Oddly, that was were the needles and thread were kept, probably because we found them hidden with valuables when we raided an old site.

Sifting through miscellaneous objects, I finally found it in a cloth bag and ran back to my cabin, the crew gaping at me for my strange behavior. The only thing I could think about was getting Isabelle healthy again, because the color was slowly but surely draining from her face.

Threading the needle, I went to work. Izzy was moaning, probably trying to break unconciousness, and Ana was pressing a water-soaked cloth against her forehead. It took 10 stitches before I could finish. Then, as Ana and I turned her face up, we began to clean up the blood that had dripped on her face and neck, getting on her clothes and my bed.

"We're going to need to keep her awake, she might have a concussion. And her hair..." I said, staring at the bloodied mess that stained her gold locks.

"Well, then. A bath would be appropriate." Ana said hastily. "I'll just take her there then..."

"Don't be ridiculous, Ana. I'll carry her..." I tenderly scooped her up in my arms, and Ana led the way to the bath room. It was next to my cabin.

"I'm going to set her in the tub, go get some water." I instructed, setting her in the body length tub. Ana scurried out, shutting the door.

"What did you do..?" I asked, brows wrinkling, and tucking the stray hairs behind her ears.

A/N 2: Thanks for reading, I know it's shorter than usual. I'll try to get more up this week.

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