Alright, sorry this took so long to update, I know, I'm a bad person… but shit happens! Haha that's my new favorite saying.. teehee.. alright, enjoy darlings- - -
NOTE: I read this one fic where these people from this one whole island were gay and I thought this would be so damn funny… so I don't remember whose idea it was but, credit…..
Jack shot up in bed, taking half of Isabelle with him. The arm that she had slung over his body fell limply to the side of the bed and she rubbed her head. "Jack?" she asked him, seeing beads of sweat dotted on his bare chest and his brow. "Are you alright?" she asked, reaching for a towel she dried his hair off with last night. She wiped the sweat away and turned his face to hers. He looked from her lap, to her stomach, to her chest, to her neck, and finally met her eyes. She smiled, a little unsure of what the matter was. Jack reached out a hand and touched her side. She looked at him funny. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her nick, holding her tight. He kissed her hair and her forehead and her temple, thankful she was alright and it was all just a nasty dream.
Isabelle was a little confused by Jack's behavior. "It's alright," she said, racking her brain for reasons he would be acting like this. It clicked. The nightmare earlier, and now this. He had another night terror. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream," she said softly into his hair while he leaned into her. He squeezed his eyes shut and rested his forehead on her shoulder. He hated to feel vulnerable, but for some reason, it didn't matter around Isabelle He felt like he could and it wouldn't change a thing. She laid them back down and he rested his head on her chest. "It's still very early. Go back to sleep," Isabelle said gently and stoked his hair. Jack took a silent deep breath and shut his eyes. He was going to not dream even if it meant not sleeping at all.
Isabelle waited again until Jack was breathing evenly and completely asleep. She wondered what would bring such a strong, brave pirate captain to his knees like that. He seemed so vulnerable and so weak. Like he was shaken and scared. The least she could do was be with him now. Eventually, she fell back to sleep, Jack's head still resting on her stomach.
For Jack, morning came too soon. He was sleeping and Gibbs burst into the room, much too excited for this time in the morning. He was Isabelle with her head in the crook of Jack's neck and Jack's arms carelessly slung over Isabelle's waist. He smiled to himself before shouting for the captain and Isabelle to wake up. "Jack, Elle! You haveta see this!" Gibbs shouted and ran back out the door. Isabelle and Jack looked at each other and popped out of bed together. Jack didn't bother to put on a shirt and Isabelle honestly didn't care what she looked like on a pirate ship. Jack led her on deck and pushed his way past half his crew to the railing. Isabelle looked up at the sky and her breath caught in her throat. She had never seen something so beautiful in her life before than what she was looking at right now. There were countless rainbows in the sky, all running into one another and gracefully dancing across the sky, leaving a spectacular show of colors behind. It seemed as though the world paled a little in comparison to this. The sight in the sky was phenomenal and Isabelle hoped that wherever Will, James, and Elizabeth were, they were seeing this.
Jack and Isabelle made their way slowly back to the cabin after staring at the sky for a good half hour. Jack sat Isabelle down in a chair and cleaned the gash on her shoulder from yesterday. She laughed as he feigned worried faces at it. Isabelle looked away after he was done and something yellow caught her eye. It was a piece of paper. She reached for it and unfolded it. It was a map, a very familiar looking map. At the bottom it was signed James T. Norrington. She remembered this map hanging over the desk in his office. She smiled as she turned it over. There was a note to Jack on the back. "What is it, love," Jack asked, kneeling next to her.
"A map," she said knowingly.
"Well, let's hear it, I'm not blind, I can see the letters o the back," Jack said turning it over for her.
"Alright, alright."
Jack Sparrow,
You may be wondering why I am giving you this map. Well, here's my reasoning. Two years ago when you were locked up in that jail cell, rambling on about how you would never get to find the Treasure of the Amazon, I thought you were crazy. I then remembered the map hanging over my desk in the fort and there lied your precious map. Believe it or not, this will lead you right to the bastard. Enjoy your voyage and be careful on the Hilaris Island, for obvious reasons, Jack. Be sage, and we all hope to see you back here in Port Royal with heavier pockets and a new story to tell.
Best wishes,
Jimmy.
Jack was silent for a moment. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. Isabelle set the map aside, predicting what was going to happen next. She was right. Jack grabbed her and spun her around and around. He shouted, hooted, hollered, and kissed her whenever he wasn't doing any of the three. Isabelle laughed at Jack's crazy antics. He was acting like a little boy. "Gibbs! Litler! Ana! Get in here now!" Jack shouted so loud, it was unbelievable. The three burst into the room, thinking someone died. "Jimmy found the map!" Jack shouted.
"What map, Jack?" Gibbs asked, confused.
"The map to the Treasure of the Amazon!" Jack shouted happily, swinging Isabelle around again. The three exchanged glances and it was Ana who broke the silence.
"We're gonna be rich!" she shrieked. She and Litler danced around Jack's cabin and Gibbs laughed happily, not knowing exactly what to think.
"Read 'em the letter, Elle!" Jack said and sat down with her on his lap. She grabbed the letter and read it again to the three crew mates.
Two ours later, the treasure was announced to the whole crew and the deck was up in cheers.
"This calls for a celebration!" one of the crew members announced.
"Aye!" was the all around reply to that. Everyone looked to Jack.
"Just think, if Jimmy, Will, and Liz had come a day later, they could be in on the festivities too!" Jack exclaimed, sending the deck into another bout of shouting and cheering.
That night aboard the Pearl, every man was ten times drunker than usual, Jack included. There was run spilling all over the place and food everywhere. Isabelle dreaded the work they would all have to do tomorrow to get everything cleaned up. Some of the pirates pulled out their instruments and began to play an upbeat type of song. Jack laughed and clapped loudly when the song started to play and pulled Isabelle onto the deck to dance. Isabelle was going to protest, but in the end she decided against it. Jack smiled at her warmly and twirled her this way and that. She laughed at Jack's attempted dancing and guided him the right way half the time. When they finally tired of dancing, Jack insisted Isabelle drink some rum. "Fine!" she said finally, snatching the mug away from Jack.
"Careful, love that's good stuff," Jack slurred and winked. Isabelle smiled and took a big gulp, expecting to hate the stuff immediately. She was wrong She loved it the first gulp she took. Jack watched as she smiled broadly and took another swig. "See, ye do like rum," Jack teased and took the rum away from her, getting Isabelle her own mug.
The rest of the night was loud and amusing. Half the crew was already drunk to high heaven and the other half didn't even need alcohol to make themselves insane. They danced with each other and often times pulled Isabelle in for a dance. She agreed willingly and danced until her feet couldn't stand it anymore. Jack kept his eye on Isabelle. He didn't want of his crew members to get happy with her while they were drunk. Jack had the amazing ability to act astoundingly sober when he was actually piss drunk. Like, right then, for instance.
He decided he had had enough partying for one night and climbed up to the sparrow's nest with two bottles of rum for some peace and quiet. Isabelle looked everywhere for Jack and couldn't find him if her life depended on it. She looked straight up and saw a pair of bare feet dangling from the edge of the sparrow's nest. She sighed and made he climb all the way up to his high perch amidst the stars. Once she got half her body up, Jack pulled her toward him from under her arms. She sprawled out next to him and welcomed the silence. "Quiet," she whispered thankfully.
"Wonderful, in' nit?" Jack asked and took another swig of rum, handing it to Isabelle. She took it and took a gulp.
"You know, this is not really thirst quenching, Jack?" she stated. Jack rolled his eyes. She was drunk. He hoped she didn't talk endlessly.
"Isn't it now," Jack said and nodded. To his surprise, Isabelle didn't talk back or close her statement with a yes or a no. She scooted more on the platform and rested her head on Jack's shoulder, closing her eyes. Just before she dozed, she felt Jack kiss her forehead and brush some of her hair in her face away. She smiled and fell asleep.
Isabelle could fall asleep in the middle of a jungle. The sounds from the party were still audible from up in the sparrow's nest and it was a little more than chilly up there and she was wearing a cotton shirt and breeches. At least Jack was sensible and wore his jacket. An hour or so passed and Jack figured he, unlike Isabelle, did not want to sleep in the sparrow's nest of his ship. He gently woke her up and they both climbed down the rigging silently. Once Isabelle's feet hit the deck, the rest of her did as well. Jack rolled his eyes, smiling and picked up her, carrying her back to the cabin, completely asleep once again.
Jack laid Isabelle down on the bed, fully clothed and all. He didn't want to rise waking her up again. He took off his shirt and weapon belt, laid them on the table and stood, watching Isabelle sleep. He contemplated sleeping himself. He had two weird dreams in the past week that had him waking up afraid and sweating. He didn't know if he wanted that again tonight. Isabelle was the only person in the world that had seen him like that. Truth was, he didn't even like to be like that. He knew it was late, later than usual for him, but he was apprehensive about sleeping. He grabbed a bottle of rum and some maps and sat at his desk, plotting their route to the Amazon. Pen in hand, Jack constructed a perfect map, identical to the one James had given him.
He was nearing the end of his drawings when his eyelids started to close. Involuntarily, his head began to droop. He hadn't noticed how tired he was until now. Still, he kept on drawing. In mere minutes, Jack fell asleep on his desk, pen still in hand.
Isabelle woke up the next morning before the sun and she felt oddly refreshed. She did notice the lack of warmth that usually came from Jack beside her. She pulled herself into a sitting position and looked around. She spotted him laying face down, asleep on the table. She laughed to herself and sighed. Isabelle walked over to Jack and placed a soft hand on his back. "Jack," Isabelle whispered, rubbing his back gently. "Jack," she tried again, louder. There was no waking him. He was dead asleep. She rolled her eyes again and helped him up. He was at least half awake now from all the lifting she was doing. He leaned on her heavily while she led him to the bed. She laid him down and started to walk away, but couldn't. Jack wouldn't let go of her. "Jack, I need to start working," she said. Jack grumbled and rolled over, her still in his arms. She rolled over with him, letting out a little gasp.
"Elle, quit movin' so bloody much," Jack mumbled and went back to sleep.
"You're kidding," Isabelle complained. She tried to break free of Jack's grip but couldn't. Eventually, she gave up and laid back on the pillows. They both smelled of rum and salt water. Not a bad combination, but not a phenomenal one either. She closed her eyes and sleep came easier than she thought and soon, she was asleep next to Jack.
Isabelle watched in awe at the scene that played out before her eyes. She stood in front of a big white house with blue shutters and a spectacular ocean view. Jack was standing a few yards out, just in front of a couple of bushes. She saw herself. She was herself pregnant with a little baby girl clinging to her leg. Even though Isabelle was entirely confused by the whole thing, she smiled at it. She didn't know why but it felt alright. "Jack! Jack where are you, Jack!" she saw herself shout with such a smile on her face. Jack turned around and smiled at the other her. "There's daddy, Katherine." The littler girl that was clinging to her mother's leg took off running toward Jack and she saw Jack get ready to swoop her up in his arms. He did just that. The little girl laughed and squealed in excitement. Isabelle looked over to herself who was slowly making her way over to Jack and her daughter.
Isabelle walked toward the strange conception of herself, but stopped when a dark haired little boy, no more than seven years old, jumped out of the bushes that Jack was standing next to. Katherine reached down to this little dark haired beauty, but Jack held her tightly so she wouldn't fall. The woman laughed and so did Jack. "Oh, William, be good to your father, please," she heard herself tell the little boy. It was no wonder the little boy was related to Jack for he looked just like the pirate. Black hair and dark brown eyes.
Jack smiled at the woman in front of him warmly and his eyes sparkled with delight. The delight of having his whole family with him. Isabelle watched from where she was standing on the sand. She watched herself smile back and she watched William chase circles around his father. She watched little Katherine squeal in delight and she watched Jack smile happily at it all. Isabelle was confused. She didn't know what was going on. They all seemed so very happy and it all seemed so real. She only wished it were.
Just as she wished these things, the scene before her, the happy family, they started to fade away, one by one. Isabelle watched the woman she thought to be herself fade away first and Jack stared at the place where she used to stand with fear in his eyes. He immediately looked down at the little dark haired devil chasing circles around him. Jack knelt down, catching his son by the arm. William smiled as he faded away from Jack grasp. Jack shook his head in a disbelieving manner and looked at the baby girl he held in his arms. Isabelle watched, holding back her tears as the little girl put her hand to her father's cheek. She saw the pain behind Jack's eyes and stood there knowing there was nothing she could do.
Same as the other two, the baby in Jack's protective arms began to fade away. Jack just about lost it as he watched his beautiful baby leave. Once they were all gone, Isabelle looked around, making sure they weren't still there. Jack sat on the warm sand, cradling his head in his hands. Isabelle walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't feel her. He didn't even know she was there, and soon, Jack began to fade, too. "Jack!" Isabelle shouted, afraid of being left alone. "Jack don't leave me!" she shouted. "What will I do?" she whispered. Jack looked up with his big brown eyes at nothing. He stared right through her as if she wasn't there, as if he was looking up at something else. His eyes faded to grey, startling Isabelle so much, she stepped backwards away from him. Soon, he was gone altogether.
ISABELLE'S eyes snapped open and she looked around. Jack was sleeping next to her, just how she left things when she had fallen asleep herself. "Dear God," she whispered, still shaken from her odd dream. She must've said it too loud because Jack's eyes opened and he looked at her. She stared at his eyes, searching them for any signs of the dull grey they were in her dreams. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Now she knew what he must have gone through night after night.
Jack cradled the obviously upset woman in his arms. He didn't know what she dreamt of, but he did know one thing for sure. He had a replay of the dream he had before. But this time he knew when everything was going to happen. He tried to stop the little boy, he had William's arm in his hand. He felt helpless now, and he felt helpless then. He just wished he knew why he was having all these dreams.
It was late in the afternoon when Jack and Isabelle emerged from his cabin, both looking rather forlorn and tired. Isabelle and Jack turned in opposite directions at the same time, making it look like a rehearsed ballet. Isabelle went to repair the ebony sails and Jack went to go steer his beloved ship, looking back over his shoulder at the disappearing form of Isabelle Thatcher.
Alright, that's that. Review please! It realllllly helps my brain juices.. tee hee…
I will leave you with a quote--- If pictures have anything to say, it's this. I was here, I once existed. I was once young and happy and someone cared enough to take my picture. –Robin Williams.
