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Isabelle's injured arm was beginning to stop aching. It was still tender, but she could now move it with minimal pain. Jack's need for rum was also beginning to diminish with the aide of an old pillow that he found in Will and Elizabeth's bedroom. Whenever he craved a swig of rum, he would take out his frustration on the pillow. The stuffing was nearly shooting out from the seams. It seemed to be working so far.

Jack wasn't sure how Will and Elizabeth would react to one more destroyed item, but he figured that they would probably too angry about everything else to care about or even notice the old pillow.

Isabelle had gone back to playing with her toys and Jack was trying to find something to keep himself occupied and fight the boredom that was setting in. He came upon the idea of cleaning up the disasters he had caused in the few hours that he had been there, but cringed at the thought. He wasn't that bored, at least not yet.

He continued thinking up ideas and shooting them back down until he heard a noise and felt Isabelle tug on his shirt. "What now?" He asked.

"Boke." Isabelle replied, trying to hold back tears.

"What? What broke?" Jack's eyes widened. She pointed to a bronze candle holder that had once been part of the candelabra that hung on the wall. "Oh wonderful." He moaned.

"I boke. I bad." Isabelle whimpered, a lone tear sliding down her cheek.

"No, no, no. You're not bad. It was just an accident." Jack assured her. He picked up the broken piece and tried re-attaching it but to no avail. "Where do they get all of these stupid little things?" He grumbled. He suspected that the Governor was responsible for giving them rich little accessories to adorn their house with.

After a few more moments of trying to stick the broken piece back on, the whole candelabra fell down and Jack accepted defeat. "We'll just slide this in here." He threw the whole thing into the same closet that he had swept the remnants of the oak shelves into.

"Be'er?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes, it's all better now. Mommy and Daddy won't even. Notice." Jack took a pause before saying the last word. 'Yes, they won't notice the candle. Just like they won't notice the shelves, the vase, the bowl, the pillow, or the kitchen. Just like they won't notice the still slightly hung-over child. Of course they'll never notice' He thought to himself.

Isabelle nodded. "I good now." She said.

"Wonderful." Jack stated somewhat sarcastically. She told him she'd be good at least once every hour, yet here they were with more destroyed property than he cared to think about. Granted, most of it was his fault.

"I think I've finally thought of what we can tell your parents supposing that they did happen to notice our little accidents." He said. Isabelle gave him a questioning look. "There was a stray dog outside. It jumped through the window and broke everything before I subdued it and got it out. Savvy?" He told his plan as if it were a great adventure story.

"No." Isabelle shook her head.

"What if we break the window fer effect?"

"No."

"What if it was a horse instead of a dog?"

"No!"

"I suppose you're right. A horse wouldn't come jumping through a random window. Then again Will did believe that I was carried off of that island by sea turtles." Jack mused. "I wonder if he still believes that." He said, suddenly remembering that he had never told Will the truth. He shrugged and went back to thinking of a believable story.

"What if instead of an animal, it was a person. Someone running from the Commodore whom we had help because if we didn't, he'd be hung or shot. So we took him on the Black Pearl and sailed to Tortuga and.." His eyes danced with excitement as he spoke.

"No!" Isabelle cut him off.

"Alright then. What do you suggest we tell them?" Jack let his hands rest on his hips.

"Truf." She replied.

"The truth?! There is no bloody way we're telling them the truth, savvy?" Jack said.

"No lie! Lie bad! Truf good." Isabelle scolded him.

"Oh don't act so much like your father. We'll think of something to tell them, but it won't be the bloody truth." Jack replied.

Isabelle just crossed her arms and turned away from Jack with a huff. "When I said don't act so much like your father, I didn't mean start acting like your mother." He said. She turned, glared at him, then turned back. "That's one of the best Elizabeth impressions I've ever seen." He pointed out with a smile.

Meanwhile, Will was trying to calm Elizabeth down.

"Darling, you're disturbing the others in the theater. Besides I didn't mean anything by it." He said. Elizabeth glared at him.

"Don't you 'darling' me. If you didn't mean anything by it, then why did you say it?" She snapped while trying to keep her voice down

"It was a comment. Conversation." Will replied, trying to ignore the stares that some of the others were giving him.

"Well it's not the type of conversation you have with your wife!" Elizabeth retorted as the crowd went back to watching the show.

"All I said was the woman in the front row is pretty." Will pointed out innocently.

"Meaning that I'm not?"

"No! You are. You're beautiful! It was just an observation."

"Will, you've always had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time."

"And it still curses me."

"Apparently. Remember in the cave on the Isla de Muerta? 'Your fiance will be wanting to know you're safe.'"

"Unfortunately I do. You never let me forget it."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Elizabeth asked, even angrier.

"I'm beginning to think that I should have let Barbossa cut my throat." Will mumbled. Elizabeth hit him on the back of his head.

"You'd rather be dead than be with me?" She questioned.

"No. I'd rather be dead than argue with you." Will corrected her. "I hate arguing with you. The only part I like about it is the part when we make up. Elizabeth, you know that I love you. You also know that I say the stupidest things at the worst possible moments. This is one of the those moments. Can we just forget it, say that I'm a fool, and make up?" He held her hand and pleaded with her.

Elizabeth's face softened and you could see her anger beginning to crack. "Well you may be a fool, but at least you're my fool." She laughed and kissed him.

"Now this is the part that I like." Will grinned and they shared another kiss. "I wonder what Jack and Isabelle are doing." He suddenly said.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in a 'you're hopeless' manner.

"I'm sorry." He said quickly. Elizabeth smiled and let her head rest on his shoulder. Though he didn't say anything to her, his mind kept racing with ideas.

'What if there was an accident? What if someone got hurt? What if Jack was lying on the ground, passed out from drinking too much rum and Isabelle played with the fireplace and there was a huge roaring fire and..' Will shook all of these thoughts out of his mind.

'Everything will be fine.' He repeated the phrase over and over in his mind and forced himself to concentrate on the show. Jack wasn't that irresponsible. Nothing too bad could happen, right?

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A/N: Sorry this took me so long again. I started it a little while ago and got stuck. Hopefully you all enjoyed it. Please review! Thanks for reading!