yahoo(A/N: Once again, thanks to all of my loverly reviewers! I truly appreciate every review I get! Thank you all! (steals Jack's hat, clones it, and hands it out to all of my reviewers) Enjoy!)

Disclaimer: I own Isabelle plus I'm looking into adopting Jack... No luck so far. (sad sigh)

Jack had set Isabelle in her crib with a few toys and was now in the living room punching the stuffing out of the pillow. This entire day had been frustrating for him and he didn't know of any other way that he could release his tension.

Just as white cotton stuffing flew from the torn corners and sprayed all over the living room floor, Jack heard Isabelle crying. "'ACK! 'ACK!" She screamed and hit her fists against the bars of her crib.

Jack stood up, observing the amount of padding that had gone from the pillow to the floor. "Great. Another mess to clean." He sighed and went to Isabelle's room. "What?" He asked.

She stood up and held out her arms, obviously indicating that she wanted him to take her out. "Out." She replied.

"No. You stay in there where you can't break anything." Jack said. Isabelle frowned.

"Out now!" She insisted.

"No."

"Now!"

"No!"

"OUT NOW!"

"NO!"

"NOW!"

"NO!"

Isabelle's eyes watered and tears spilled over onto her cheeks. "Now." She said softly.

"No." Jack replied shaking his head. Isabelle paused. She was sure that the crying would work. It always worked on Will.

"Pease?" She tried again forming even more tears in her eyes.

"No." Jack repeated. They had already destroyed half of the house. No need to cause anymore damage, especially since he had yet to think up an acceptable excuse story. Suddenly an idea popped into his head. "I've got it! I've finally got it! And it's actually believable!" He exclaimed.

Isabelle looked at him skeptically. None of his stories so far were any good and it seemed impossible for him to actually come up with a decent excuse that any rational person would believe. "No." She said.

"You haven't even heard it yet." Jack pointed out. "Here it is: The Commodore somehow found out that I was here and came looking for me. I took you and we got out before he came. He searched the entire house and left it in pieces. What do you think?" He was confident that he finally thought of the perfect excuse.

Isabelle paused. It was better than his other stories, especially the one about the horse jumping through the window. Even so, it wouldn't work. "No work." She stated.

"What? Why not?" Jack asked defensively. What was possibly wrong with it? It's not like the Commodore wouldn't look for him if he knew Jack was still in Port Royal. Also, Norrington would easily guess that Will was somehow connected.

"Comm'do like Mama. No mess house." Isabelle said. Despite her age, she could tell that Norrington liked Elizabeth. It was fairly obvious to anyone and he made no secret of it though he did try to contain it now that Elizabeth was married to and had a child with Will. He would never leave Elizabeth's house in shambles.

"To get to me, he wouldn't care if it was the King's house and it's also Will's house and he'd be more than happy to destroy anything of Will's. We'll stick to that story. Unless of course you can think of something better." Jack said.

"Truf." She suggested.

"I already told you we're not telling them the truth!" He insisted. She rolled her eyes and sighed. She was going to tell her parents the truth, even if Jack didn't want to.

"Out!" She lifted her arms up again, deciding to try now while he was semi-distracted.

Jack was about to lift her out when he stopped himself. "No!" He felt rather stupid being almost tricked by a two-year-old. Isabelle pouted. It had almost worked.

"Tell truf." She tried to divert his attention again. Maybe if she got his mind occupied on a story, he'd let her out without even thinking about it.

"No! No truth." Jack persisted.

"Truf good!" Isabelle said.

"Not when it's this kind of truth."

"Think 'nother story."

"I think the Commodore one works out."

"No."

"What's wrong with it now?"

"Bad."

"IT'S A BLOODY GOOD STORY!" Jack yelled, his aggravation getting the best of him. Isabelle shook her head. "What would you know? You're only two." He paused. "And I'm leaving. You can just stay in there." He stormed out of the room and shut the door behind him. "Now where did I put that bloody pillow?" He growled, looking around the room and finding nothing except the remains of stuffing.

He heard a clunk and a short cry. The door to Isabelle's room opened and she toddled out with a smile. Jack was astounded and perplexed. "What the? How did? What?!" He questioned looking from Isabelle to her room and back several times. "How did you get out here?" He finally asked once he was able to form words.

Isabelle shrugged. "Climb 'nd jump." She replied.

"You mean that you climbed over the bars and jumped down out of your crib?" Jack seemed amazed. Isabelle nodded. "You're like the female version of Will. You don't think and you do stupid things! That was a horribly stupid thing to do! You could have hurt your arm again. Or landed on your head or even worse than that." He scolded her.

"I no hurt." Isabelle pointed out. Jack began pacing.

"You're not now, but you could have been! You could have been hurt very badly and then I would be the one getting blamed! You need to think! I realize that you're only two, but judging from the amount of crying that you did earlier, you've grasped the concept of PAIN! That was so stupid! And now you're making me act like Will! I'm doing exactly what he would do and it's driving me MAD!" He rambled. He paused for a breath and sat back on the couch. "I really need to get away from here." He shook his head.

"No. Stay here. Pease?" Isabelle gave him an innocent look.

"No. I can feel Will's spirit sucking the life out of me. If I don't leave now, the results won't be good, savvy? You can come with me since I can't very well leave you alone." Jack grabbed her hand.

"NO!" Isabelle shrieked.

"You're right! I can't leave like this. There could be officers of Norrington's crawling all over." He said thinking of ways to disguise himself. "I've got it!" He exclaimed, racing up the stairs. Isabelle waited in a curious silence, wondering what he could possibly be doing. A short time later, her eyes widened as he descended down the stairs. She barely recognized him. He had washed himself off, pulled his hair into a tight ponytail, and changed into one of Will's outfits. He could almost pass for Will. "What do you think?" He asked.

Isabelle couldn't speak. She seemed confused. "That good huh?" Jack grinned. "Well I feel and look like a fool, but at least Norrington won't be able to arrest and hang me." He said. He took Isabelle's hand and led her outside. She was too astounded to protest.

"Well I feel better already." He smiled as he stepped outside and shut the door behind him.

"Good day Mr. Turner." A passing woman nodded and smiled at Jack. He beamed. At least he knew his disguise was good enough.

"This is going to be fun." He said to himself as he pulled Isabelle along through the streets.

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Jack as Will? Well that's interesting. Hope you all enjoyed it! Please review! Thank you all!