Jack stirred once more in his sleep. He murmured some inaudible things, and then fell back silent.
"I wonder what he's dreaming about," Samuel murmured.
What Jack was dreaming was that night he met Isabelle….Jack looked out from the crow's nest of the Sea Dog. She was a fine ship, yes, but he was only part of the crew for a short while. He'd leave the next night, commandeer a ship and start to look for a crew. He grabbed and flew down to the main deck. Quickly and quietly he slipped off to a local bar.
The bar's name was The Frosty Dagger. It was a shabby looking place, with good rum. A woman was on a stage, dancing seductively to music. She'd flash there, smile and wink there. Perfect. She knew how to catch a man's eye, even if her outfit didn't. It was a red bodice, bare arms, and a red skirt that barely passed her knees. She had many paper thing lace skirts underneath.
Jack sat in the second row. Almost immediately she started to flirt with him. She finished her act, and went behind a curtain. After a few more sips of rum, he snuck behind the curtain. He saw her disappear in to a room. He listened through the door.
"It's only till I have enough money to by another ship! I thought I told you that Claire," said a stressed female voice.
"I know, but what will you do if any of our crew find out? They know how to find you, Isabelle," said another female voice. There was a lot of pacing.
"I don't know. Flee? Get a new name?" suggested the first voice, named Isabelle.
"Is that always your back up plan? If you fail, I'm not going to be here to back you up this time," the voice called Claire said. Harsh. A bit too harsh, thought Jack. The door was yanked open.
"Claire! No!"
Claire walked out, as Jack stepped in. Isabelle gave a small shriek and covered her bare chest with her shirt.
"W-what do you want?" she asked nervously, looking around.
"Just an answer," Jack said. "Why did you flirt with me?" Isabelle smiled.
"I can't say that you're not handsome, but anyways, it's my job," She disappeared behind a curtain, and came out, wearing a large tunic and black trousers.
"Well, I have to say that you are one of the most daring women I have ever met," Jack said.
"Why is that?" Isabelle said, arranging jewelry on a table, her back to him.
"Because you dare flirt with a pirate, and you dare to disobey social rules to wear a skirt, or at least a long one," Jack replied, turning her around.
"I am a pirate, a daring one," she murmured. Isabelle touched a delicate hand to his face. Jack's hands fell down to her waist. They kissed…
Jack awoke, forehead beaded in sweat. His arm ached. He looked around, attempting to get up, but two strong hands pushed him back.
"No….Rest," said a man. Isabelle stood behind him, a miniature version of himself clutched under on arm.
"Who are you?" Jack asked franticly.
"You know me Jack, but this is Gaston," Isabelle said, pointing toward the man who had pushed him down. "And this is your one and only son, Samuel."