Chapter 6: Maps, Baths, and Masked Balls.

I know everyone's been waiting for this chapter for a loooooooong time so I'll do my best to get started. I've had severe writer's block and have only now been able to get something down on a page. I must thank everyone for reviewing like it's your only job. Lauren, Grim, Blue Magic, Ani Sparrow, my wicked awesome beta reader Lexie for her wonderfulness and great suggestions, Mike for always listening to me go on and on and on about my ideas, and to Citadel a present;

Thank you for waiting

You are truly a good friend

In this great chapter

You get Jack and pirate smut

And a nice surprise.

Beat that! I did a double one!

Remember everyone this is a 3 part chapter, so the smut will be in one of the 3 parts…..perhaps. ;)

Disclaimers- I've got the soul of a pirate, the heart of an artist, and my body belongs to the ocean. If I owned more you'd know it. Thank you to Jimmy Buffet for writing the great song I'm going to use. And don't sue!

Isa hadn't seen Jack in three days. She giggled at how he must be handling the situation as she slept warm on her cot in Anna's room. She had felt bad after Jack had told the crew that they were heading back to Port Royal. After all, they only left it just two months before. Following Jack's explanation to the nature of the voyage did the crew stop giving Isa the evil eye. She still felt responsible; she had decided to have a little "gathering" of the crew to thank the men for not slitting her throat while she slept.

That's where this all started. Isa had to keep the gathering from Jack so he couldn't tell her 'no'. She wanted it to be a surprise for the men as well as Jack. Unfortunately, concocting a plan and following through with it are two very different things. Isa needed some help! So she went to "One-Eyed-Phil" the ships soul musician. His name was quite ironic because he was utterly blind. Phil seemed to find this humorous so he kept the nickname. He had been helping Isa with her music. She wanted to make up a special song, and only Phil's expertise would do.

When Isa heard a beautiful voice singing in the kitchen. To her surprise it was Anna! That's how Isa ended up conning Anna into singing and into letting Isa stay in her room. Anna had the supplies to help Isa with her bleeds and answer a few important questions. All the arrangements had been made, Cookey had let Isa have the kitchen for the night, and everyone knew about the "gathering" except for one last important person…

Isa knocked on Jack's door gingerly. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his arms snake around her waist.

"Jack..." Isa said letting him kiss down her neck.

"What's wrong, Dove? Ol' Jack not keep'n ye warm at night? Ye had te go stay with Anna?" Jack questioned, emphasizing the 'had' while turning Isa to look him in the eyes.

"Jack ye know it's not like that. I've been plann'en a surprise for ya. Come on!" Isa said brushing Jack's lips with hers before taking his hand in hers and dragged him down into the galley. Jack's jaw drop upon reaching the tables filled with Isa's Italian cooking. He was sure there was enough food there to feed an army, or a pirate ship.

"What is all this, Love?" Jack asked.

"It's sort 'o a thanks fer taken me on kind o feast." Isa replied smoothly. She couldn't help but laugh at the face she saw Jack making. Isa walked over to the bell hanging from the ceiling and rang it loudly. The response was instantaneous; the crew came pouring into the Galley all ready to eat. Isa ushered a still slightly confused Jack to his seat before addressing her audience. "Now boys, ya all seem eager to eat. Isa said, smiling as they cheered and applauded for her. "Now before ya get too excited, I must warn ya. The person 'ho gets the Bay Leaf in their food has te do the clean'en up! And don't any of ya try to cheat neither; I know whose plate I put that leaf in! Isa smiled again, before bowing. "You boys enjoy, I've 'ad me own supper. All of ya come up on deck after yer finished, One-Eyed Phil, Anna, and myself have a bit of entertainment fer ya." Isa turned and walked up the stairs onto the deck and smiled.

After several songs, including Danny Boy, Green Sleeves (for Phil),and God only knows how many rounds of Yo Ho; Isa finally got the men settled down to a dull roar.

"This next song is a new one I just wrote. It's fer our dear Cap'n." Isa said before telling Phil to begin. Isa's voice started to sing the lovely melody.

As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.

Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.

Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.

Another beautiful voice took over for Isa. Anna sang for all she was worth.

And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.

Isa took over again. Her voice never faltering.

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.

But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just a son of a son of a sailor.

When the song ended, a cheer erupted from the crew. They had never before heard a more beautiful song in all their days at sea. They were completely blown away. No one more so than Jack.

After Jack had ordered the crew to get some sleep, he cornered Isa on her way to his cabin.

"Did ye really write tha' song fer me, Love?" Jack questioned Isa.

"Si, Jack. I did. I wanted to do something special fer you, and tha' seemed like a good scheme." Isa answered Jack before giving him a smolderingly passionate and zealous kiss. She felt its effects on Jacks thoughts. His hands started to roam all over her body, making her weak with want. Unfortunately, she remembered something.

"Jack." Isa whispered in his ear.

"Yeph…" Jack answer was muffled because his face was currently kissing its' way down Isa's neck.

"Jack, we can't do this right 'ere. Ya did say that everyone was to get to sleep because you didn't want anyone asleep at their posts." Isa said setting the bait.

"Are you saying we should get to bed?" Jack asked lustily removing his lips from Isa's neck. SNAP! The bait was taken.

"Why no Mi Amore, I was merely saying that I should get to bed and you…." Isa paused putting her hand on Jack's chest, "You should get to work." She smiled. "I believe it was you who had the Bay Leaf, if I'm not mistaken?" Isa said, still smiling. Jack grinned. He knew when he had been defeated. This woman truly was his equal; she had fooled him once again! And once again defeat felt more like a prize than anything else.

Isa opened the cabin door. Before she went in she whispered to Jack with lust in her eyes, "Just wait for that one perfect day; then we'll lock your door and stay in bed all day." Isa shut the door to a very horny and lust filled Jack. She stripped down, crawled onto her side of the bed, and went to sleep. Prior to succumbing to sleep, Isa heard the faint clanging of pots and muffled curses coming from below deck. She smirked to herself "I'll give him one more day" She thought, and fell into a restful sleep.

Morning

Isa awoke to find herself in a very odd position. Her head was at the end of Jack's bed and Jack was on the floor wrapped in several blankets. Isa smiled and leaned down to kiss Jack's nose only to be pulled off the bed herself by Jack.

"Oaf! Jack! Wait no not tha'!" Isa laughed as Jack tickled her relentlessly.

"This is what ye get fer kicken' Jack Sparrow out of 'is own bed!" Jack laughed with her, but didn't give up the fight. Jack only gave up when Isa started to kick and roll around.

When he came in from doing the dishes he had gotten into bed. After about 10 minutes of sleep Isa had promptly pushed him off of his bed with her feet. When Jack got up off the floor Isa was spread eagle on his bed and she wasn't going to move, so Jack gave up and slept on the floor plotting his revenge. As much as the two love birds were enjoying this little romp on the floor…

"Cap'n we've reached Port Royal. We need ye out 'ere to dock us." The voice of Gibbs came through the door.

"Right! I'll be 'bout in a minute!" Jack yelled back.

Topside awhile later in town in the shadows

Jack and Isa argued about how to get to Will's smithy the fastest.

"Jack I know this town like the back of me hand! Why can't we just take the way I said we should go?" Isa questioned.

"Cause, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Do ye need more of a reason than tha'? Jack answered.

"Well then, Isa said jumping onto the road, I'll see ye there Cap'n." She saluted before disappearing into a crowd. Jack was left to make his way to Will's on his own. He mumbled about "that incorrigible woman" the whole way. When he got onto the roof of the smithy, Isa was basking in the sun waiting.

"What took ya so long sailor?" Isa asked smoothly shielding the sun from her eyes. "Told ya, ya should 'a followed me." Isa said walking over to Jack and kissing him. "Come on, I know of a door on the roof 'ere." Isa said breaking the kiss to open a door at their feet. The couple slid down silently onto the rafters of the smithy. They heard voices below and sat to listen…

"Honestly Elizabeth, I'm just afraid of what might happen to Isa. I mean Jack is after all well…Jack Sparrow." Will said. At these words Jack just grinned at Isa.

"Will there's no need to worry, Isa can take care of herself. Seriously, how many times has she beaten you in swordplay now?" Elizabeth questioned.

"7 times now, I think" Will answered all to quickly. At this gross injustice Isa dropped down from the rafters, as one would swing from a trapeze, landing on her feet and drawing her sword.

"Mr. Turner, I do believe you are mistaken, that tally should be at 9." Isa said faking a proper accent.

Isa slips in and out of the proper accent mostly because I like it for dramatic emphasis. Chapter 7 AKA Part 2 will be out as soon as I can! Please review everyone!

Chels- AKA: HisBeautiful