Sorry for how long this took! I'll be honest, whilst I still love this story, I am not IN love with it, so sometimes it's a little hard for me to write it when I have others that I love more to write, y'know? But do not fear! I WILL complete this story! And I was looking. Only 7 chapters after this one left, so I am definitely not putting it back on hiatus! :D

Also, this chapter is a little, ahem, heated at the beginning. Trust me, I had no intentions for it but these two... I don't know, the seem to bring out each other's inner kinkiness, so, yeah... and we also get another familiar face in this chapter!

Hope you enjoy it! :D

Oh, and this chapter hasn't been proofread! Will do it tomorrow when I wake up, but eh, I really wanted to post it! So, yeah, will edit it tomorrow!

Chapter XI.

If Isabelle thought that Jack would forget the kiss, she was a bigger idiot than she thought. But she allowed his silence the next morning to lull her into a false sense of security, and it wasn't till she had retired to the cabin with another one of his books that he made his move.

He barged into her side cabin with no warning; no knock to let her know and Isabelle was glad that she wasn't in the middle of getting changed into her nightgown. That would've been too embarrassing for her to recover from.

'What is the meaning of this?' She demanded but he didn't answer her, just looked her over with his hands on his hips before he replied.

'That kiss. I don't care what you say, but you were the one to make the first move, love, not me. So, don't go playing the martyr; the virtuous noblewoman who was attacked by a lawless pirate.'

'I would never!' She hissed as she threw the book aside and stood, glaring at him. 'But I am married, Captain Sparrow, I can't go around kissing lawless pirates!'

'Even if you enjoyed it?' Jack quipped with a small grin on his lips as he watched Isabelle stutter.

'I-I-I-'

'I know you enjoyed, Mrs. Moran; I felt you lean into me before you pulled back. I saw the lust in your eyes.' He took a step towards her with every point until he was standing in front of her, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling in amusement. 'You can say what you want, but I've told you countless times that you need to be selfish every one in a while. So… be selfish.'

Isabelle stared at him, her brown eyes studying his face before flicking down to his lips where they settled. She swallowed hard. Her eyes lifted back to meet his again, and before she could even comprehend what she was doing, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his once more in a hard, passionate kiss.

She could feel his stupid, self-congratulatory smirk against her lips, but she didn't care, for his hands soon came around to wrap around her waist and pulled her closer.

Matthew never held her like this; never wanted to hold her like this. He always held her like piece of china; fragile and easy to break. But Isabelle wanted someone to hold her. She wanted a hand in her hair, tightening almost painfully around her black locks as the kiss deepened and the heat intensified. She wanted a solid weight on her hip as nails bit into her skin from holding her too tight. She wanted someone to want to be close to her. To hold and treat her like the woman she is; not like the precious porcelain doll she looked like.

A moan broke free from her lips and Jack took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, teasing hers until she began to hesitantly respond, and suddenly her whole body was alight, because Matthew didn't do this either.

Kisses with him were often chaste. A simple peck of the lips, and any time they made love, he just pressed his lips to hers a little harder and little longer than normal. But this, this was kissing. This was the kind of attention Isabelle wanted; the kind she deserved and she moaned again as she entwined her hands in his unruly hair and gave it a soft tug.

His hands moved from her waist then, sliding up her sides in a gentle caress that was the exact opposite of the heaviness from their passionate kissing. His hands hovered over the laces of her dress, but with a mental shake of his head, he instead placed them on her ribs, before his thumbs stroked the underside of her breasts, earning another moan from her, and it made his decision seem like the right one. Better to take it slow with her than to dive right in a scare her away. That's his reckoning, and as she moaned again when he fully cupped her breast, he knew he definitely made the right decision.

Her hands tightened in his hair and he hissed slight, but she didn't pay much attention to it, because yes, she was finally getting held the way she wanted.

A part of her realised how wrong this was; as she said earlier, she was a married woman; she couldn't kiss lawless pirates but right now, she couldn't help herself.

One hand moved from her breasts and went back to her hip, bunching the fabric in his fingers and gripping it tight; so tight his knuckles went white. His other hand continued to caress and gently squeeze her breast, applying different pressure to get different sounds from her and he smirked.

Jack pulled away from her lips, detaching them with a soft pop before he latched onto her neck. He sucked, kissed, licked and bit along the elegant line of her neck, from right under her ear, to her pulse spot, to that lovely curve of where her neck met her shoulder.

When he was happy with the knowledge that Isabelle was having trouble keeping herself upright, he leant back up and pressed his lips to hers once more

But just as he was about to part her lips with his tongue again, a voice sounded, 'Captain! We're ready to dock!'

With the disturbance, Isabelle's actions seemed to catch up with her and she pulled away from Jack sharply, with a deep intake of breath. She stared at Jack with wide eyes as her chest heaved, pulling in deep breaths as she tried desperately to get her breathing back to normal.

Jack, sensing her mood and the sudden change in atmosphere didn't say anything; didn't try to continue it, he simply cleared his throat and straightened his coat before turning and leaving Isabelle's cabin to take the helm and lead the Pearl into the harbour of the final island before they'd set sail to return to England.

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When he came to ask if she was going ashore, she thought about saying no; thought about telling him to go to hell, but she couldn't. One look into his brown eyes and everything came flashing back, and she remembered how much she wanted it, and that she was the one who initiated it and that she couldn't blame him.

If she had to blame anyone, it would be herself.

So, in the end, she ended up nodding her head and having to deal with that surprised look on his face.

She followed him from the cabin, listened as he briefed his crew on what was going to happen. Get supplies and that was it. They were heading back to London to drop Mrs. Moran off and get their ransom, and Isabelle couldn't help but flinch when he called her Mrs. Moran, despite the fact that's what she ordered him to call her.

After that, she followed him down the gangplank in silence and put up with his silence, fiddling with the lace on the sleeve on her dress, and she noted that she'd have to throw the dress out when she got home, because of how filthy and worn and torn the dress was. And she was glad about that; this was the dress she wore to that stupid Masquerade Ball for her stupid husband who treated her in a stupid way, and she wanted to get rid of it, because that's not the kind of person she was now.

Funny. She wouldn't have thought being aboard a pirate ship for a month or two would change her for the better. Though she had a feeling Matthew wouldn't agree with her newfound thoughts and ideas.

Screw him. She thought and her eyes flashed as she lifted her eyes from the ground that she was walking along and landed on Jack's back.

'Jack?' She called softly and winced when he stopped and his shoulders tensed.

He didn't turn around straight away, and Isabelle swore he was taking a deep breath and steeling himself before he did, a false smile on his face.

'About before.' She started, ignoring his wince and the start of his dismissal. 'I did enjoy. I did want it. And I don't care if it's right or not, but I just thought you ought to know that, before…' before I go back.

Something changed in Jack's eyes and he opened his mouth to reply when another voice cut him off.

'Captain Sparrow?'

His mouth slammed shut and his eyes widened as they focused over Isabelle's head, and she frowned at his actions.

'Elizabeth.' He muttered before he seemed to thaw out and he moved over to stand in front of Isabelle, almost creating a wall between her and Elizabeth.

'I never thought I'd see you again, Jack.' Elizabeth declared as she walked up to stand in front of Jack, and Isabelle took a small sidestep from Jack in order to get a better look at the woman. Ever since hearing about Elizabeth, Isabelle was incredibly curious about her, but now that the daughter of the ex-governor of Port Royal was standing in front of her, she felt a little disappointed and… no… she was not feeling a hint of jealousy. She was not.

'That was kind of the plan.' Jack murmured in reply, a smirk on his lips.

'You left me to rot on that island!'

'You wanted a moment with your beloved whelp. You didn't ask me to wait.'

'It was implied!' Elizabeth hissed, reaching up to run a hand through her hair but she seemed to forget it was in a tight bun and she let her hand drop back to her side again with a small sigh. 'But being King has its advantages. Sao Feng's crew came looking for me and gave me the Empress. But the sea is no place for a pregnant woman, or a child. So, I retired until William was old enough to accompany me.'

'Ah, so there's another William Turner running around? You people need to come up with more original names.' Jack quipped and Isabelle chuckled softly, which, unfortunately, brought Elizabeth's attention to her. She looked her up and down with a small frown on her face.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was a noblewoman. Your whores are getting higher class as time goes on, Jack. I'm surprised you can afford her.'

Isabelle bristled.

'I am no prostitute, Ms. Turner. And from what I have heard, you have a cheek; after all, you kissed a man whilst betrothed to the supposed love of your life. Do not look down your nose at me when you are no better.' Isabelle hissed, her back straightening until she was standing poker straight and was able to look down on her slightly, being only an inch or so taller, but it still made her feel better.

What she wasn't expecting for Elizabeth to grin and give a chuckle, admiration in her eyes as she gazed at Isabelle.

'I'm glad to have found another independent noblewoman, Ms.…?

'Ms. Moran.'

'Ms. Moran. I thought we were a dying breed. Glad to see I have been proven wrong. Gosh, Jack, it seems your taste in women is slowly improving. She I approve of.'

'I don't need your approval.' Jack stated but he wasn't looking at Elizabeth, he was too busy doing what Elizabeth had done not that long ago; looking Isabelle over, and he looked like he was seeing her for the first time and Isabelle didn't know how she felt about that.

'I know you don't, Jack. You don't need anyone's approval; it's half the reason you've got to where you are.' Elizabeth stated softly, and affection was clear in her voice as she spoke, but it wasn't the kind that made Isabelle jealous of their relationship, it made her feel… like Jack had someone looking out for him. They looked and acted like they couldn't stand each other, but after that, Isabelle was certain that they'd still follow the other into battle; risk life and limb for each other all over again. And for some reason, it made Isabelle feel even fonder of Jack, because if the man was anything, he was definitely loyal.

'Mother!' A young voice called, and they all turned to the nearest ship to see a young boy, his brown hair getting caught in the wind as he regarded the three of them. When he noticed them looking, he raised his hand and waved. 'Are you ready to go, yet?'

Elizabeth smiled warmly at her son.

'Of course, Liam. Give me a minute.' She turned back to Jack and Isabelle. 'It was nice seeing you again, Jack. And nice to meet you Ms. Moran. Sorry this couldn't have been longer, but, he's impatient.'

She gave a small chuckle as she turned back to look at her son. With a growing smile, she went to turn when Jack's voice stopped her.

'Are you still waiting for Will?'

She turned back to him, her eyes warm and moisture gathering at the mention of Will. She licked her lips and nodded her head once, 'Every day. I'm counting down until he comes back to me. One year tomorrow.' She informed him and Jack's throat bobbed.

'Tell him… when he comes back… don't you two be strangers, savvy?'

Isabelle turned her head to hide her smile, but Elizabeth didn't. She allowed a large smile to pull onto her lips, one that was so wide it hurt her cheeks. She cleared her throat before she spoke, because she knew it would've been too raw before, and Jack's throat bobbed.

'Savvy.' She muttered before she turned on her heel and headed away from Jack, going back to her ship and her son, proud to know that Jack Sparrow wasn't as uncaring as he made himself out to be.

And it was something that Isabelle was more than happy to discover as well.

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~Charlotte.x