One year later…..

It was a hot day in Tortuga. They stopped in the harbor to gather supplies. Isabelle wandered the decks aimlessly, looking up occasionally to check on her son. To think, just a year ago he could barely walk, and now he could run like a normal boy. She glanced at Jack, who was piling on supplies. His shirt was currently being used as a towel. Isabelle stared at him. Anamaria snuck up on her.

"He is a fine man isn't he? If only he'd stop flirting with every pretty girl that passes his way…." She said, making Isabelle jump.

"Err. Yes…I guess," Isabelle replied, feeling the color rise in her cheeks. She turned away and walked nonchalantly down to the port. She stopped once to talk to Jack.

"I'll be back 'fore nightfall. Make sure Sam doesn't break 'is neck," Isabelle murmured. She walked past a stall selling walking canes and swiftly stole one, disappearing into the crowd. Jack looked after her, watching her till she disappeared.

"Well, well, Jack. I'd never think you'd like her," Will said triumphantly. He, being so much of a gentleman, still had his shirt on. Jack glared at Will.

"I don't. I'm concerned for her well being. I mean she does have a son."

"Your son, Jack. I see the way you look at her," Will said teasingly.

Jack laughed, "How come it has to be her? Why couldn't it be Anamaria?" Anamaria huffed, and slapped Jack across the cheek.

"In your dreams."

Will laughed heartily, and Jack pulled on his sweat stained shirt and followed Isabelle.

Isabelle looked around and sniffed the air. The smell of rum, sea air, and burning had disappeared and left a clean fresh sent. She strained her ears. The sound of a stream was distant. Isabelle started to run toward the sound. She smiled, finding it. How long had it been since she had a bath? She kneeled down at the edge of it and drank deeply.

Isabelle stood and peeled off her sticky clothes. She stepped into the cold river. The cool water felt good against her hot body. She dived under, shaking out her hair. She surfaced, gasping for air, and brushing the hair out of her eyes. A twig snapped. Isabelle looked around cautiously, but then decided it was an animal. She started to sing.

"Farewell to Old England the beautiful!

Farewell to my old pals as well!

Farewell the famous Old Bailey's

Where I used to cut such a swell!"

Something lurked in the shadows, watching Isabelle. She didn't notice.

"My Too-ral li Roo-lal li Laity

Too-ral li Roo-lal li Lay

Too-ral li Roo-lal li Laity

Too-ral li Roo-lal li Lay!

It's seven long years I've been serving.

It's seven I've got for to stay,

For beatin' a cop down our alley

And takin' his truncheon away!"

A man came out of the shadows and jumped into the river. Isabelle turned and screamed. The man popped up from under the water.

"It's only me, lass!" the man said. Isabelle looked at the man.

"Jack! You scared the living day-lights out of me!" Isabelle said. She then realized she was naked, and covered herself.

"JACK! HOW DARE YOU SEE ME NUDE?" she screamed, slapping him across the face.

"Ow! Izzy! Love! Don't! I didn't mean to-!" he was slapped again. Isabelle stopped, a lock of hair covering her eye.

"Cover yer eyes or yer dead," Isabelle growled, stepping out of the river. Jack closed his eyes, but watched her through slits. She put on her shirt and trousers, and jumped back in to the river. She swam over to him and smiled.

"So what brings you here on this fine day?" Isabelle asked, floating on the rivers current.

"I was curious to see where you went every time we come to Tortuga," Jack said, moving closer to her. Isabelle stood, and swam over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Oh really? I thought it was because you wanted to see me naked," Isabelle said, her faces dangerously close to his. Jack smiled, looking into her blue eyes.

"And that too," Jack said, brushing away her hair from her eyes. Isabelle kissed him gently, then pull back surprised. She ran out of the river, grabbing her belongings, and leaving Jack dumbfound, staring after her.

Hidden in the tree stops sat an owl. He watched them with intensity. After Isabelle left he took off in flight, screeching as he went. He flew to his mistress. She sat upon a throne of skulls. In her hand was a staff made of burned bones and human hair. Her dress was purple, her hair a raven black, her skin a milky white.

"My mistress Nili! I have news of Starchild," He screeched. The enchantress looked up.

"Speak Dillion!" she said, in a powerful voice.

"She is currently crew aboard the Black Pearl with her son," Dillion screeched. "She loves the captain, Jack Sparrow, but does not wish to admit it."

Nili stood, and walked over to a crystal ball nestled in a velvet She waved her hand over it, showing Isabelle running barefoot through the forest and into Tortuga, and onto the Black Pearl. Nili smiled wickedly.

"We will visit her next morn!"