A/N: Hey mates! This is the 10th chapter! I hope ya'll like it. Nothing much happens, but you still have to read it. Hope you will like it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the original characters nor the original plot!

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The wind was blowing fiercely when we got to Isla de Muerta. I shivered, and looked down at the sea. It was a crystal blue, yet a dark age. Seeing nothing though the eerie fog, but the fog lifted, it was a beautiful sight.

I was looking at some random fish when I saw the first shipwreck slowly swift by. I glued my eyes onto it, that is, in till I saw that it wasn't the only one here.

"Puts a chill in the bones how many honest sailors have been claimed by this passage." A voice crept behind me. I turned around and saw Will and Mister Gibbs standing next to each other. I walked over to them.

"Yes it is, Mister Gibbs." I said.

We look at Jack who is fiddling around with his no good compass. Doesn't point north, or any direction.

"How is it that Jack came by that compass?" Will asked for both of us, something he was now very good at.

"He bloody well uses it a lot." I said, pointing out the obvious. Jack was now looking at his compass, facing us. He gradually lifted his eyes to me, and when he saw that I was looking at him, he shut the compass shut, and shook it. Hard.

"Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta. That was before I met him, back when he was Captain of the Black Pearl." Mister Gibbs said, and I slowly turned my glance from Jack (who was still opening the compass and shacking it) to him.

"What?" I asked.

"He failed to mention that." Will added. I turned to him.

"Way to point to obvious, mate." Will smiled at me, and looked at Mister Gibbs.

"Well, he plays things closer to the vest now. And a hard-learned lesson it was. See three days out on the venture the first mate comes to him and says everything's an equal share. That should mean the location of the treasure, too, so Jack gives up the bearings. That night there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die, but not before he'd gone mad with the heat." Mister Gibbs continued, leaving me with a open mouth. Bastards. Bloody, bloody bastard. Bloodier than Norrington. That's what happened to Jack after Bootstrap Bill. Oh poor Jack. No wonder he is so. . . Jackish. I though, thinking about Jack's former first mate, and Will seemed to agreed with me by saying,

"Ah. So that's the reason for all the…" he did the Jackish moves. Mister Gibbs shook his head.

"Reason's got nothing to do with it. Now Will, Isabelle, when a pirate's marooned he's a given a pistol with a single shot. One shot. Well, that won't do much good hunting nor to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starvin' belly and thirst, that pistol will start to look real friendly. But Jack – he escaped the island, and he still has that single shot. Oh, but he won't use it, though, save on one man - his mutinous first mate." Mister Gibbs said.

"Barbossa." Will said. Jack had told us briefly about him, and I have learned to hate him. The Barbossa Bastard. That's what I call 'im.

"Aye." Mister Gibbs said.

Jack's POV

"Wait. How did Jack get off the island?" I heard Isabelle ask. I knew they were talking about me, so I crept in closer, making sure the story was rightly said.

"Well, I'll tell ye. He waded out into the shallows and he waited there three days and three nights 'til all manner of sea creatures 'came acclimated to his presence. And on the fourth morning, he roped himself a couple of sea turtles, lashed 'em together and made a raft." Gibbs said, and I looked at Isabelle. She didn't believe it. I could tell from her face. Not at all.

"Sea turtles?" Will asked, disbelieving. Stupid wrench.

"Aye, sea turtles." Gibbs said.

"Hard to believe Mister Gibbs. And how did Jack rope those turtles together? Surely he didn't have any rope." Isabelle said, and I smirked from her cleverness. She was brilliant.

Gibbs didn't know what to say. Time to lie, Jack. I told myself.

"Human hair...from my back." I said. They all turned around. Isabelle had her arms crossed in front of her chest. Will looked mildly interested, and Gibbs was, well, Gibbs.

"Mister Gibbs, let go of the anchor. Will, go do something worth your time." I said, and they quickly leaving Isabelle and I.

"Well, seeing you're not going to boss me around, I'm going to go to the railing, and stare at the ocean floor as if I cared about my life. Bye now." she said, and started to walk away, but I wasn't letting her walk away this time. I grabbed her around the arm, and spun her so that her beautiful face was inches away from mine. I stared into her brown eyes and she looked into mine. They were filled with hatred yet they had a gleam in them.

"You shouldn't say a thing about your life like that, luv." I told her.

"Ok, well then. Your life is horrible. Bloody pirate. Nobody's proud of you. . ." she said, and I smirked.

"Nor some else's, Miss. Swann."

"Excuse me, Captain. I have better things to do that be forced to talk to a person that I do not enjoy being around." I opened my mouth.

"What a rude thing to say." she shrugged, and tried to pull away but I held onto her.

"Look, Isabelle. I want to apologize for how I acted in Tortuga. It was rightfully wrong. I didn't mean anything I said. I'm sorry." I said, and she looked at me. She looked at me for what seemed hours, yet it was only a couple of passing seconds.

Finally, she burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Your all forgiven, Captain." and pulled her arm from my grasp.

"Jack. It's Jack!" I yelled as she walked away.

"Of course, Jack." she yelled back.

I was bloody happy she forgave me. Hell knew what I would do if she didn't.

I bloody well missed her. Stupid compass. At least it would work now.

I sighed and walked over to where Will and Isabelle where talking.

Isabelle's POV

"Will, you are hilarious, but I suppose you are right. Arnold does look like a girl." I said. Arnold was this young man in Port Royal who fancied, not Elizabeth, not me, but Will. Will hated him, for good reason.

"Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore." A voice said behind me, and I slightly jumped, yet I knew it was Jack.

"Ah, yes. We should go I guess." I said, and they looked at me.

"You are not going." Will said. I glared at him and looked at Jack.

"Jack, I can go right?" I said, using my flirtatious smile, and fluttering my eyelashes. It didn't work.

"Need to try harder, luv." he just said winking, and left with Will. I stomped my foot. Running to the railing, I yelled some curse words at them, but they didn't stop. They kept sailing through the murky waters.

"Isn't fair, eh?" I heard a woman's voice, and saw it was Anamaria.

"Oh, I'll show them one day. I'll show hi- them good. A lady is more deadlier that a man." I said with anger.

Anamaria laughed, and handed me a cup. I grabbed it, but didn't drink it. She had one too, and was drinking her own.

"Thanks, but what is it?" I asked.

"Oh, your's is water."

"Let me guess. Your's is rum."

"Nope. Pure water as yours. I ain't no alcoholic." she said, and I laughed.

"I hope they come back safely with Elizabeth." I said. Anamaria raised one of her eyebrows.

"So who is this Elizabeth?" she asked.

"Oh, she's my sister. She's bloody beautiful. She's got brown eyes, the color of chocolate, and this soft hair. And she's so kind, and sweet." I said.

"Looks like she's number one."

"Oh yes. Elizabeth is always number one. I'm always second, but I learned to live with it." I shrugged.

"Anamaria! Need you 'ere to clean up to deck!" Mister Gibbs yelled from the shadows.

"Duty calls." she said, starting to walk. I ran to her.

"Here, I'll help. Nothing else to do here." I said and she smiled.

We grabbed the mops from the railing and dipped it in the bucket. Mopping around, we talked about her life as a pirate, and my life as the governor's daughter. Time flew by.

"Here they come!" Marty, a short pirate yelled. I dropped the mop and ran to were a little boat was sailing. I couldn't see yet who was in it, but I waited.

Finally, I saw them. Elizabeth and Will. I squealed, and helped them climb out of the boat.

I ran into her arms, and she hugged me. Then I ran to Will, and thanked him. I started to ran to Jack, to thank him for leading us here, when I noticed something.

"Where's Jack?" I asked. Elizabeth turned and looked at everybody.

"Jack? Jack Sparrow?" she asked and I nodded slightly.

"He fell behind." Will said quietly, and I shook my head. No he didn't. I should've went.

"Keep to the code!" Mister Gibbs yelled.

"Weigh anchor! Hoist the sails! Make quick, you divvies!" Anamaria yelled on top of him.

"No! Blast with the code! It's more like guidelines!" I yelled back to everybody.

"Isabelle. It's what Jack wanted." Mister Gibbs said, and they went back to work, excluding Will, Elizabeth, and I. Will wrapped my in his arms, expecting me in his arms. I rejected them.

"No Will. I'm not going to cry. I'm going to fight back. What did you do to Jack?"

Well, that is the end to chapter 10. I hoped you all liked it. If you guys can do me a favor, two things. One, please rate, and two, can you guys tell me what you think of Isabelle, and the rest of the characters and how they are acting.