(A/N: Thanks to all of my wonderfully kind reviewers! Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter. Oh and I saw Troy and it rocked like whoa so you should all go see it!)

Disclaimer: I own Isabelle, but sadly not Jack or Will or anything else associated with PotC. (tear)

Jack paced impatiently around the room, ready to tear the hair out of his head. He had tried to keep himself occupied, tried not think about his addiction, especially since the little incident earlier. Isabelle watched him curiously as he mumbled incomprehensively to himself. He was trying to think of other things. Finally, after a few more moments of pacing, he couldn't take it any more. Jack needed some rum.

He desperately searched through his pockets trying to find the small flask or vial that he usually kept on him for just such an emergency, only to remember in horror that he had gotten rid of all of it after Isabelle's unfortunate accident.

"NO!" Jack cried in agony. Isabelle giggled and mimicked him, even dropping to her knees and looking up to the sky with widespread arms. Jack glared at her manically.

"This is not the time to be bothering me." He growled. He tried to think of a plan, anything to get his hands around a mug of his beloved deep red delicious alcoholic companion.

"That's it! We're going to the Faithful Bride." He announced, his want for rum affecting any rational pattern of thought he may have had.

"No! No 'eave 'ouse." Isabelle shook her head as Jack grabbed her hand.

"Oh it's alright. It'll just be a little trip. One pint and then we'll leave." He literally had to drag her to the door.

"NO!" She screamed, pounding on Jack's hand with a balled up fist.

"AYE! COME ON!" He cried.

"No! Here!" Isabelle tried to pull him back into the living room. Jack picked her up and made his way for the door. "NO!" She yanked on his hair with all of her might.

"OUCH!" Jack yelped in sudden pain. His arms flew to his head, causing Isabelle to drop to the floor with a loud thud.

She immediately started screaming so loudly that Jack was sure that her lungs would burst. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He repeated the phrase as if it were a mantra as he picked her up and cradled her in his arms.

She kept screaming and tears gushed down her face despite any attempt Jack made to silence her. "And ye wonder why I need me rum." He mumbled more to himself than to her.

"Hurts!" She cried even harder, her face turning deep red and reminding Jack of the rum he so longingly desired. He desperately shook the images of rum from his mind and tried frantically to think of what was wrong with her.

"Where? Where does it hurt?" He asked, barely audible over Isabelle's cries.

"E'rywhere!" She replied, burying her face into Jack's shoulder and continuing to sob hysterically.

"Well everywhere doesn't tell me anything." Jack rolled his eyes. "Could ye be a bit more specific?" He questioned.

"Here!" Isabelle stopped screaming but continued to cry as she pointed to her left arm.

"Does this hurt?" Jack poked her left elbow.

"OW!" She howled.

"I guess that'd be a yes." He mumbled. "Maybe we should get ye to a doctor or someone to look at that. Might be broken." He cringed at the thought of Will and Elizabeth coming home to a child with a broken arm. That'd be an interesting story to explain. He panicked, a million thoughts racing through his brain. He tried to think of how to heal it if it were indeed broken and hundreds of other little things that were scattered through out his mind.

"No boke. Hurt!" Isabelle broke his thoughts.

"Well can you move it?" Jack asked. Isabelle tried and despite a small wave of pain, she could indeed move the arm. "So it's not broken. You probably just landed on it." He said, examining the arm a little closer.

While he wasn't a doctor, spending many lonesome months on the seas did give him the advantage of knowing how to recognize and treat certain conditions. Broken limbs weren't exactly rare on his ship.

"You'll be fine in a little while. Just try not to use it too much." He advised, setting her down on her feet.

"Hurts." Isabelle moaned as she motioned to the arm that hung limply at her side.

"I know it hurts, but there's nothing that I can do. There might be someone at the Faithful Bride that can help." Jack hinted. Isabelle shook her head.

"Please? Just one pint. That's all I need." He said.

"No." Isabelle said firmly.

"Come on! Just one? We'll be back before Will and Elizabeth even leave the theater." Jack promised.

"No! Here!" Isabelle stomped her foot on the ground.

"Please?" He pleaded.

"No!" She exclaimed.

"If I try to take you by force you'll just pull my hair again, won't you?" He asked.

She nodded with a smile and a small gleam in her eye. Jack sighed and went back to his pacing. There had to be something to get his mind off of rum.

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Yay! Another chapter down! Whoo hoo! (happy dance) Hopefully you enjoyed it! Please review, savvy? By the way I might replace this chapter because I'm not exactly thrilled with it. Tell if you think I should. Thanks for reading!