A/N: They are inside the Triangle. Isha is evil, and to stay alive and
powerful for as long as she has, required her to absorb the life of a
person every now and then, which is as good as being dead. She was going to
absorb Jack, but Isabella pushed him out of the way and was absorbed
herself – savvy? Jack then escaped the village and made it back to his
ship, but as Isha's power is on land, he was safe. Isabelle, if you
remember from the last story, was born inside the Triangle, and lived
inside the Triangle until the day that Jack managed to get the Pearl out, a
few weeks before Jamie was washed up onto the beach at Port Royal. Jack's
story is all set inside the Triangle, until he explains how he got out, and
quite possibly how Jamie ended up being thrown overboard and left behind (I
haven't decided if I want to include that or not, though). You will know
when they are outside the Triangle, I promise.
Any further questions, just ask, but I apologise for not making myself clearer. If anyone wants to know a specific tale that's been mentioned in either this story so far, or my first story, such as how Jamie was thrown overboard, just ask (in form of an email or a review) and I will include it in a later chapter.
Thanks everyone for reading!
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"She saved me in more ways 'n one," Jack finished. Will looked up, "And so, you named your daughter after her... did you ever go back?" Jack shook his head. "Not once; but Isha kept true to her word. 'You think you know, but you don't. The Triangle will not let you go – *I* will not let you go... When I see myself I'll always know where you are, when I feel the sun I'll always know where you are – you can't escape me, and you won't. Leave my island, and I'll give a part of myself to you...', *Isabella* was brought into the Triangle by Isha, *Isabelle* was made by Isha, but I didn't let that witch take my daughter... not while we were there."
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Chapter 6: Hooked
"Isabelle... she was Isha?" asked Will, trying to sort out the facts in his head. Jack shook his head, "No, she wasn't, but at the same time she was. Isabelle would ne'er have been born if Isha hadn't managed t' 'lose me', as ye might say... she needed someone on board the Pearl t' be a link t' the island, savvy? Isabella was so in-tune wi' the Triangle she could tell us where Isha was opening up a part to the outside t' bring others in... she knew there were parts that were always open, but guarded by things to allow no one through.... But there was something that Isha hadn't counted on...."
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It was a bit of a surprise for everyone on board when Anamaria suddenly started showing signs of a 'belly-bump', as Jack called it with a laugh. Jack had known, but it had still been a shock to see if for real. With Jamie, Anamaria had left the ship before she'd started to show. The only slight problem had been the constant nausea for the first three months, and by constant... every movement the ship made sent Anamaria running for the side.... Not daring to stop long on shore because of Isha, Anamaria had it tough.
Though they didn't need to eat, the crew still found an odd occasion to send one or two men ashore to get food. Anamaria couldn't keep anything down, hardly even water.
The entire nine months, Jack worried that Isha would come after them, that she would keep true to her word by putting part of herself onboard. When he remembered that Anamaria had found herself expecting a few weeks after Isha's threat, he worried that the baby wouldn't be human, that it would be a form of Isha incarnated. But all ideas of this flew out of his head when the little girl was born.
It wasn't a rough night, but it was pitch black. Every small movement of the ship seemed to be double what it actually was, and many of the crew were more than a little worried by all the screaming coming from Jack and Anamaria's cabin. Jamie was huddled against Rat, mumbling things about his mother dying. Rat, on the other hand, seemed just as worried that Jack was going to die. Everyone on board knew that Anamaria had Jack safely under her control, but they also knew her temper, and they could only imagine what she'd do to the Captain when she was in as much pain as she was in.
Rat, after handing Jamie back his knife and sending him to the helm to practise steering the ship, went past the cabin to check on Jack. He didn't reach the door, though, before a string of curses emanated from behind the heavy wooden barrier. "If ye lay another hand on me, *Captain* Sparrow, I'll personally see t' it that ye get castrated, wi' a fishhook, hung on the bloody mast, an' left there fer the rest o' ye goddamned life!" Anamaria's words were cut off when she suddenly let out a scream, causing Rat to jump back several feet.
Jack's response wouldn't have helped matters at all, "Well, that's what ye'd call hard t' do, seein' as ye've got ahold of me hand so bloody tightly that it's a wonder that it ain't broken!" Standing at the door, Rat heard the distinct sound of breaking glass, and wondered whose head the small vase (usually right next to the bed, glued, somehow, to the desk by Anamaria) had smashed over.
"I don't mean like this ye bloody salt-infected landlubber! An' ye know what I mean, but if ye want me t' spell out everything in detail t' the entire bloody crew...." Rat didn't hear the end of her sentence, as it was muffled by something, most likely Jack's free hand being held over her mouth. "Youch! What was that for, woman?" asked Jack, and Rat laughed. He'd been right!
He didn't stay for long after that, knowing that Jamie would be upset, even though he did have his knife with him, and returned to the helm. There, he found Jamie standing on top of a barrel, with two hands firmly on the top of the wheel. Behind him, Teo and Coto, two of the crew, had hold of the barrel so tightly it was a wonder it didn't break between them.
Rat stopped behind them, and Teo whispered, "That kid's got betta bloody balance than 'is ol' man!" Coto nodded in agreement, and added, "Plus, 'e seem's t' know what 'e's doin' wi' the wheel as well." Rat laughed, causing Jamie to turn and look over his shoulder. It wasn't surprising to see the kid give a sudden half-grin before turning back to the wheel, an exact copy of what his father often did. "That kid's been watchin' the Cap'n too much," complained Teo with a grin. Rat nodded, "Aye, but that's t' be expected, what wi' 'is mother bein' out o' commission fer so long."
Coto grinned, revealing three missing front teeth. "Sound's like the Cap'n is gonna be outa commission fer a while too!" Jamie heard what they were saying, but kept his attention firmly on controlling the wheel. He didn't know what exactly was happening to his mother, or his father for that matter, but he didn't care. They were in the Triangle, they couldn't die... but something still twisted inside to know that his mother was in pain.
Jamie suddenly felt the barrel he was standing on tilt to the right, and he looked behind him, suddenly realising that everyone was crowded around the door. He slid of the barrel, grabbed the rope loop and, stretching as tall as he could, put it over one of the prongs of the wheel. He didn't want to appear too interested in what was happening, but he was still curious.
He jumped back when the crew erupted into cheers, tripping on a coil of ropes and landing square on his backside. He looked up to see his father walk out of the door, wearing only his trousers and boots, a lot steadier than what seemed normal, holding what seemed to be his shirt bundled up.
Most of the crew went completely ga-ga, everyone clambering to see the shirt. What was so bloody interesting about a shirt? Jamie wondered, grinning to himself about getting away with swearing, even though it was in his head.
He climbed to his feet, noticing his father's hat on a splinter of mast that hadn't been removed since the storm (it was a convenient place for Jack's hat – why would anyone want to get rid of it?). It was just within his reach, and he snatched at it, moving so it fell directly onto his head.
"Jamie-boy! Come meet Isabelle!" called Jack, looking directly at his son. Now this was comfusing – he'd heard his father talk about Isabella, the girl who'd saved him from Isha – and as far as he knew, that was the only Isabelle/a in the Triangle....
Jack walked over with the bundled-up shirt, and looked down at his son. Without saying anything, Jamie climbed onto the barrel to get a closer look at the shirt everyone seemed so interested in. When he saw, he almost fell off the barrel. Inside the shirt was the smallest person he'd ever seen, and that included the dwarf on board.
"She's... little," he managed after a long pause. Jack nodded, "Aye, that she is. She's your sister... savvy?" Jamie nodded – she was so tiny, and she looked even smaller compared to Jack. Isabelle looked around, and blew a bubble, of sorts, in Jamie's face. At that moment, he was hooked.
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Jack had a small smile playing on his face, and it looked out of character. It wasn't something you *expected* to see on the face of an immortal pirate Captain. Will shook his head, "Isabelle was born in the Triangle; she knew the Triangle better than you knew the Black Pearl..." Jack cut in, "Because she was *part* of it... savvy?" Will nodded, "Aye... and that's the reason she had t' get back?"
Jack shrugged, and walked to the helm. The splinter was still in it's place, and yet it had moved so many times.... "You're the one lookin' fer reason's.... I'm jus' tellin' the tale."
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A/N: I'm sorry! I've been suffering terrible mind-blanks when it comes to this story, and I've decided to put it on hold for the time being, just to clear my mind. That, and the fact that I've finally moved out into a flat (meaning I have to travel for fifteen minutes before I can get to a computer) means I probably won't be updating much in the next few weeks, but I promise I will try!
Any further questions, just ask, but I apologise for not making myself clearer. If anyone wants to know a specific tale that's been mentioned in either this story so far, or my first story, such as how Jamie was thrown overboard, just ask (in form of an email or a review) and I will include it in a later chapter.
Thanks everyone for reading!
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"She saved me in more ways 'n one," Jack finished. Will looked up, "And so, you named your daughter after her... did you ever go back?" Jack shook his head. "Not once; but Isha kept true to her word. 'You think you know, but you don't. The Triangle will not let you go – *I* will not let you go... When I see myself I'll always know where you are, when I feel the sun I'll always know where you are – you can't escape me, and you won't. Leave my island, and I'll give a part of myself to you...', *Isabella* was brought into the Triangle by Isha, *Isabelle* was made by Isha, but I didn't let that witch take my daughter... not while we were there."
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Chapter 6: Hooked
"Isabelle... she was Isha?" asked Will, trying to sort out the facts in his head. Jack shook his head, "No, she wasn't, but at the same time she was. Isabelle would ne'er have been born if Isha hadn't managed t' 'lose me', as ye might say... she needed someone on board the Pearl t' be a link t' the island, savvy? Isabella was so in-tune wi' the Triangle she could tell us where Isha was opening up a part to the outside t' bring others in... she knew there were parts that were always open, but guarded by things to allow no one through.... But there was something that Isha hadn't counted on...."
~~~~~
It was a bit of a surprise for everyone on board when Anamaria suddenly started showing signs of a 'belly-bump', as Jack called it with a laugh. Jack had known, but it had still been a shock to see if for real. With Jamie, Anamaria had left the ship before she'd started to show. The only slight problem had been the constant nausea for the first three months, and by constant... every movement the ship made sent Anamaria running for the side.... Not daring to stop long on shore because of Isha, Anamaria had it tough.
Though they didn't need to eat, the crew still found an odd occasion to send one or two men ashore to get food. Anamaria couldn't keep anything down, hardly even water.
The entire nine months, Jack worried that Isha would come after them, that she would keep true to her word by putting part of herself onboard. When he remembered that Anamaria had found herself expecting a few weeks after Isha's threat, he worried that the baby wouldn't be human, that it would be a form of Isha incarnated. But all ideas of this flew out of his head when the little girl was born.
It wasn't a rough night, but it was pitch black. Every small movement of the ship seemed to be double what it actually was, and many of the crew were more than a little worried by all the screaming coming from Jack and Anamaria's cabin. Jamie was huddled against Rat, mumbling things about his mother dying. Rat, on the other hand, seemed just as worried that Jack was going to die. Everyone on board knew that Anamaria had Jack safely under her control, but they also knew her temper, and they could only imagine what she'd do to the Captain when she was in as much pain as she was in.
Rat, after handing Jamie back his knife and sending him to the helm to practise steering the ship, went past the cabin to check on Jack. He didn't reach the door, though, before a string of curses emanated from behind the heavy wooden barrier. "If ye lay another hand on me, *Captain* Sparrow, I'll personally see t' it that ye get castrated, wi' a fishhook, hung on the bloody mast, an' left there fer the rest o' ye goddamned life!" Anamaria's words were cut off when she suddenly let out a scream, causing Rat to jump back several feet.
Jack's response wouldn't have helped matters at all, "Well, that's what ye'd call hard t' do, seein' as ye've got ahold of me hand so bloody tightly that it's a wonder that it ain't broken!" Standing at the door, Rat heard the distinct sound of breaking glass, and wondered whose head the small vase (usually right next to the bed, glued, somehow, to the desk by Anamaria) had smashed over.
"I don't mean like this ye bloody salt-infected landlubber! An' ye know what I mean, but if ye want me t' spell out everything in detail t' the entire bloody crew...." Rat didn't hear the end of her sentence, as it was muffled by something, most likely Jack's free hand being held over her mouth. "Youch! What was that for, woman?" asked Jack, and Rat laughed. He'd been right!
He didn't stay for long after that, knowing that Jamie would be upset, even though he did have his knife with him, and returned to the helm. There, he found Jamie standing on top of a barrel, with two hands firmly on the top of the wheel. Behind him, Teo and Coto, two of the crew, had hold of the barrel so tightly it was a wonder it didn't break between them.
Rat stopped behind them, and Teo whispered, "That kid's got betta bloody balance than 'is ol' man!" Coto nodded in agreement, and added, "Plus, 'e seem's t' know what 'e's doin' wi' the wheel as well." Rat laughed, causing Jamie to turn and look over his shoulder. It wasn't surprising to see the kid give a sudden half-grin before turning back to the wheel, an exact copy of what his father often did. "That kid's been watchin' the Cap'n too much," complained Teo with a grin. Rat nodded, "Aye, but that's t' be expected, what wi' 'is mother bein' out o' commission fer so long."
Coto grinned, revealing three missing front teeth. "Sound's like the Cap'n is gonna be outa commission fer a while too!" Jamie heard what they were saying, but kept his attention firmly on controlling the wheel. He didn't know what exactly was happening to his mother, or his father for that matter, but he didn't care. They were in the Triangle, they couldn't die... but something still twisted inside to know that his mother was in pain.
Jamie suddenly felt the barrel he was standing on tilt to the right, and he looked behind him, suddenly realising that everyone was crowded around the door. He slid of the barrel, grabbed the rope loop and, stretching as tall as he could, put it over one of the prongs of the wheel. He didn't want to appear too interested in what was happening, but he was still curious.
He jumped back when the crew erupted into cheers, tripping on a coil of ropes and landing square on his backside. He looked up to see his father walk out of the door, wearing only his trousers and boots, a lot steadier than what seemed normal, holding what seemed to be his shirt bundled up.
Most of the crew went completely ga-ga, everyone clambering to see the shirt. What was so bloody interesting about a shirt? Jamie wondered, grinning to himself about getting away with swearing, even though it was in his head.
He climbed to his feet, noticing his father's hat on a splinter of mast that hadn't been removed since the storm (it was a convenient place for Jack's hat – why would anyone want to get rid of it?). It was just within his reach, and he snatched at it, moving so it fell directly onto his head.
"Jamie-boy! Come meet Isabelle!" called Jack, looking directly at his son. Now this was comfusing – he'd heard his father talk about Isabella, the girl who'd saved him from Isha – and as far as he knew, that was the only Isabelle/a in the Triangle....
Jack walked over with the bundled-up shirt, and looked down at his son. Without saying anything, Jamie climbed onto the barrel to get a closer look at the shirt everyone seemed so interested in. When he saw, he almost fell off the barrel. Inside the shirt was the smallest person he'd ever seen, and that included the dwarf on board.
"She's... little," he managed after a long pause. Jack nodded, "Aye, that she is. She's your sister... savvy?" Jamie nodded – she was so tiny, and she looked even smaller compared to Jack. Isabelle looked around, and blew a bubble, of sorts, in Jamie's face. At that moment, he was hooked.
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Jack had a small smile playing on his face, and it looked out of character. It wasn't something you *expected* to see on the face of an immortal pirate Captain. Will shook his head, "Isabelle was born in the Triangle; she knew the Triangle better than you knew the Black Pearl..." Jack cut in, "Because she was *part* of it... savvy?" Will nodded, "Aye... and that's the reason she had t' get back?"
Jack shrugged, and walked to the helm. The splinter was still in it's place, and yet it had moved so many times.... "You're the one lookin' fer reason's.... I'm jus' tellin' the tale."
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A/N: I'm sorry! I've been suffering terrible mind-blanks when it comes to this story, and I've decided to put it on hold for the time being, just to clear my mind. That, and the fact that I've finally moved out into a flat (meaning I have to travel for fifteen minutes before I can get to a computer) means I probably won't be updating much in the next few weeks, but I promise I will try!