Chapter 14

*Isaac's POV*

As usual when it came to predicting a storm, one rolled in a few hours later in the early morning hours. By the lack of sounds coming from the deck, I assumed that father had taken my suggestion and had the ship take shelter from the storm. Elizabeth and I had made ourselves comfortable in the Captain's cabin, not that we had much of a choice. We were after all lucky they kept us in here and not the brig.

Outside, the wind was howling something fierce. The ship rocked back and forth from the battering of the waves against the hull. I was able to sit myself comfortably at the desk, my feet up as though the storm was not even fazing me. It was like I was sitting in a hammock. Poor Elizabeth was not as lucky, looking over to her I saw that she had turned a shade of green and seemed to be growing greener.

"You alright?" I asked.

"For the most part," answered Elizabeth, "Though this storm is terrible."

"Not with the storm," I clarified, "You are already green in the face from it. I mean with the spilling your blood?"

Her skin went from green to a pale green, "I must admit that I am not all too keen on the situation."

"When I went above, I asked the Captain how much blood is required," I stated, "It is only a few drops, then you are home free."

"Don't you mean 'we' will be home free." She questioned.

"No just you," I admitted, I looked at her, "Elizabeth, I have been thinking, I may not return with you back to port."

"What do you mean?"

"I will ensure that you receive safe passage back to Port Royal, but I intend to remain here on this ship or go to Tortuga." I said.

"You intend to become a pirate?"

"Aye," I confirmed, "As I said, I have been doing some thinking and well…I was born to be a pirate." I pointed outside the deck. "You have seen the men who raised me, everything I am, is because of them. Even Ma was a pirate. I cannot deny that it is in my veins Elizabeth.

"Yes you can and you have been, you told me yourself," she said, "You have a life in Port Royal."

"I do not for long," I explained.

"What do you mean?"

"On the day of the promotion ceremony, when you went off to talk with Commodore Norrington. Your father took me aside, he explained to me that once you are married, my services will no longer be required." I explained, no point in hiding the truth from her any longer.

"Then I will not marry," she stated.

"You will eventually," I said, "Someday you will fall in love and will not want anything else. Face it, I need to consider other options."

"Then why not join the navy?"

I shrugged, "It seems a bit wrong to me, to work under the men who are putting me out of a job in the first place."

"And your mother? What about her? She has worked hard to make it so you would not follow that route."

"That is the part that I have not fully thought out yet." I said.

"Then I have time to convince you not to become a pirate?"

"I doubt you will succeed but I suppose you can try," I said before breaking out laughing.

"What is so funny," Elizabeth questioned, "This is a serious matter."

"I thought you would be more thrilled, having a friend become a pirate. Sound like something out of one of your childhood fantasies."

"Exactly, childhood fantasies. I do not want to see you hanged."

"If I was then I was not a very good pirate then." I said.

"Isaac," Elizabeth sighed, "Think it over, please. For me?"

"I will," I nodded, hiding the fact that my mind was already made up, "Shall I tell you a story? Like my Ma did with me whenever there was a storm. It will take your mind off of the rocking."

"I always liked your mother's stories."

"Then you'll love this one," I said, "She used to tell me this one all the time, passed down in the family I guess. 'Calypso and her Sailor' it is one of my favorites, especially in a storm."

She tried her best to smile at me through her sickness, "I am all ears then."

*Heather's POV*

Sailing under a Captain as mad as Jack Sparrow, did have a few benefits. Very few of them, but benefits all the same. For example, many a Captain if there was a storm coming would trim the canvas and sail their ship to safer waters to wait it out. Sparrow on the other hand, was not the kind to take shelter, at least not while he was sailing. No, he would sail his ship straight at the storm, as if to challenge it. Let nature just try to sink him. That is precisely what Sparrow did that day.

A terrible storm it was too. It seemed as though, both the sky and the sea were angry with each other. Each element trying to outperform the other. From the sky, lightning streaked across the sky, thunder crashed down from the heavens, and rain was pouring down in relentless buckets. The sea was no friendlier to our vessel, waves not only rocked against the ship but they came over the board too, the water knocking many off their feet.

While the crew tried their best to keep the vessel intact, Sparrow stood at the wheel, his compass in hand. I was busy helping Will and Gibbs tie up one of the ropes that had come undone. It was no easy task to complete as the wind was pulling at it. Just when we had gotten a good grip on the slick rope, a wave came crashing washing over the side, knocking us to the deck. I managed to hold on to the rope long enough for Gibbs and Will to get back up and once again grab the rope. Together we managed to bring the rope to the rail and tied it up.

"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find!" asked Will, screaming over the sound of the storm, "With a compass that doesn't work!"

"It obviously works Will," I explained, "Or else I doubt Sparrow would not keep it on his person at all times."

"Aye, Ms. Heather is right," agreed Gibbs, "The compass doesn't point North, but were not trying to find North, are we?"

Lightning and Thunder continued to roll and flash overhead as Gibbs and I made our way to the helm. Even now I had to admit that it was time to put the ship and the crew to rest. The storm showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. I wanted to rescue Isaac as soon as possible, not die in a storm before even reaching him.

"We should drop canvas, sir!" pleaded Gibbs.

"Sparrow, the ship! I don't think the ship can hold any longer!" I added.

"She can hold a bit longer!" assured Sparrow.

"What's in your head that has put you in a such a fine mood?" asked Gibbs

"We're catching up." Sparrow answered.

I looked at the wet rag of a man he had become and immediately understood what was driving him. It was shining from deep within his eyes. Something that must have been ripening in his body for years, revenge. Revenge against Hector and all of the crew that had mutinied against him. I should have known, with his wanting to use Will as leverage. But at the same time, I found myself surprised and uneased but by what I could not lay a finger on.

A/N: Not the most exciting chapter but I did try to warn you that it is supposed to be filler. Seems that Isaac has already made up his mind for now. A little more foreshadowing here, but probably not very obvious. If you realize it than YAY! While Heather should have seen this coming sooner, the whole Jack wanting revenge thing. I think it goes well with want I want to do with this character. Now I have a question for you all, as you are no doubt aware the POTC movies are a visual medium and this story is a written one. So I am curious, if Heather and Isaac were actual characters in the movie who would you have play them? In other words do how do you picture these characters? Next time we arrive a the Isla de Muerta…what will happen? Also, the Heather to slap Jack Sparrow poll is still on please note in your review!