(A/N: Wow, this story is really fun to write! Hopefully all of you are enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it ^_^ Oh and a quick note to Syera, to quote Homer Simpson, "DOH!" Sorry about the inaccuracies!)

Disclaimer: I own Isabelle plus I'm fighting for custody of Jack. ^_^

Will sighed and drummed his fingers against his knee. "Isn't this exciting?" Elizabeth grinned.

"Oh yes. I can barely tear my eyes away." Will replied, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice to please his wife.

"Well even if you're not enjoying the show, isn't this nice, just the two of us? No messes to clean, no crying in the background, just you and I?" Elizabeth asked hoping that Will would give her a satisfactory answer.

"Of course it is. It's wonderful just being alone with you. Along with the other masses of people in the theater." Will answered, immediately wincing, knowing the stupidity of what he just said. Elizabeth huffed.

"Well if you don't want to go out with me, then why did you marry me?" She snapped.

"Darling, you know I love being with you." Will tried to salvage any chance he had left of getting on her good side.

"Then why aren't you enjoying this?" Elizabeth questioned.

"I'm just worried about Isabelle." Will said softly. Elizabeth smiled and held Will's hand.

"Will, don't. She's fine. She's with Jack. He'll take good care of her and besides it's only for a few hours." She said.

"I know. It's just that Jack's not the most responsible person in the world."

"Will, I hardly think it'll be as bad as you imagine. It's not like Jack is so neglectful that he'll lose her or get her drunk or anything like that." Elizabeth laughed.

"I guess you're right." Will admitted.

"I am right. So just enjoy our time out together and don't worry." Elizabeth laid her head on Will's shoulder and continued watching the show.

'Easier said than done.' Will thought as he wrapped an arm around his wife and tried to focus on the show rather than imagine every possible bad situation that could be happening to his daughter.

Meanwhile, Jack was wrestling with his thoughts also. He paced about the living room while Isabelle watched him with curious eyes.

"Maybe Gibbs is right. Maybe they do need me." He mused. "But you can have a good life here. Like Will's. Maybe even meet a girl. No, you'd never be able to live like Will. Gibbs was right, you're a born pirate." He continued.

"'Ack!" Isabelle got up and followed him around the room.

"Oh yes. I'm sure you have many deep questions to ponder, eh?" Jack smiled as he watched Isabelle imitate him, even scratching her chin.

"Well even if I decided to go back, I couldn't just leave the kid here and who knows that kind of trouble she'd get into out in the town?" He said.

"I Good." Isabelle pointed to herself.

"I know you're good. You're very good, but I just don't trust you, love. Or myself for that matter," Jack said. "I've already destroyed your parents' shelves, lost you, and got you drunk. I say we stop there."

Isabelle nodded. "No bad." She agreed.

"That's right. No more bad." Jack said. "God only knows what your father is going to do to me already." He added with a heavy sigh.

"Da-da!" Isabelle cheered. She searched around then turned to Jack with sad eyes. "Where Da-da?" She questioned.

"Out." Jack replied simply with a shrug. Isabelle's eyes watered. "Uh.. He'll be back soon. I hope. Don't cry! Please! I can't take it anymore!" Jack said quickly, almost on the verge of tears himself.

Isabelle rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit sorry for the frustrated pirate. "No cry." She assured him, shaking her head.

"Oh thank you." He said, relieved that he wouldn't have to spend the next half an hour trying to comfort her. She rubbed her eyes again and yawned a little. "Are you tired? Need another nap?" Jack asked hopefully.

Isabelle's eyes widened. "No nap!" She exclaimed.

"Alright. Alright! I SAID ALRIGHT!" Jack yelled as she kept screaming about not wanting to take a nap.

She grew silent. "Ack." She tugged on his shirt. "Play!" She smiled and gave him a toy.

"You honestly want me to play with you? You honestly think I'm going to play with a two-year-old?" Jack raised an eyebrow. Isabelle pouted at him. "Well then you'd be right. I'm a sucker for pouty lips and sad eyes. Don't tell your mother or she'll use it against me forever." He said, sitting on the floor.

Isabelle happily sat across from him and they began to play together.

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Aw! Isn't that nice? Jack and Isabelle playing toys together. ^_^ Had to add at least one little cute moment in there. I know it throws Jack slightly out of character, but the idea was just too cute to ignore. Plus, to paraphrase Will and Norrington, He's a pirate and a good man. ^_^ Hopefully you enjoyed this touching little portrait of Jack. ^_^ Also please review and I'll try to update faster! ^_^