I'm sorry again, but this chapter is going to be a wee bit short, due to the fact that it's like.. 11:30 and I have no energy to keep my eyelids open. But I wanna write! I wanna be with Jack and Isabelle! I just love them! Here's your chapters, and thank you again to all my wonderful reviewers, Emilio would be so proud… lol ;) you know who you are…..

The next morning when Jack and Isabelle didn't come out of their cabin with the sun, Elizabeth and Will knew why. They knew how late they had been up last night, entwined in each other's arms and smiling at the still darkness. They and only they knew. When they did come out of the cabin, they both looked fresh and rested, hand in hand. They swaggered to the kitchen where the rest of the crew sat for lunch. "What's on the menu, mates?" Jack asked and pulled Isabelle onto his lap. She sat down with a yelp of laughter and hugged his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled.

"Fish," Gibbs said. "Mornin' Miss Elle," he said warmly and kissed her cheek. Elizabeth rushed over to Isabelle and pulled her off Jack, hugging her tightly.

"What is it, Liz?" she asked, hugging her friend back.

"Nothing!" Elizabeth said happily and hugged her again. Isabelle laughed warmly and smiled. When she pulled away Elizabeth hugged Jack.

"Morning, Elle," Will said and hugged Isabelle more normally. Isabelle pointed to Elizabeth.

"What's with her?" she asked and Will laughed.

"Don't ask me," he said and kissed her as he and Elizabeth walked away.

A few hours later, there were raised voices in Jack and Isabelle's cabin. Elizabeth and Will pressed their ears against the door. They could make out Jack's drunken raised voice and Isabelle's more vigorous high voice. Will decided it was time to intervene. They both opened the door and a book came flying across the room. Will ducked, barely escaping a nasty lump on his head. He raised himself back up, looking to Isabelle then Jack. Isabelle's face was flushed and she was scowling at Jack. Jack was looking at her dumbfounded, still yelling. Obviously it didn't matter that Will and Elizabeth were there. Another book came hurling across the room. Will grabbed Elizabeth before she got pelted. They looked to Jack, who had thrown the book.

"Jack!" Elizabeth shrieked. Isabelle yelled something nasty and dove to the side, the book narrowly missing her.

Will and Elizabeth had never seen Jack and Isabelle so full of life and angry about something before. They were breathing heavily and constantly in motion, yelling things at each other and trying to find clarity. Jack was pleading with her to understand and Isabelle was furious. In the end, Jack shouted, "Fine!" and threw one more book in her direction.

"Jack!" Elizabeth yelled again, her voice filled with urgency and concern as the book clipped Isabelle's arm. She was cut off from the rest of her sentence as another book, a much larger book, came whizzing past their noses. Jack cursed and hit the deck, instantly picking himself up. Energy blazed in both their eyes and fury powered them. Isabelle threw her hands up in the air and yelled something that sounded like a mix of Spanish and Latin. Jack, obviously understood, and his eyes grew wide.

"What did ye call me!" came his high pitched drunken slur of a voice.

"Jack, I was just wondering…" James appeared in the doorway with a rope and the smile faded from his face as he saw Will and Elizabeth back up as a glass statue was thrown at Jack. Jack shouted and caught the statue before it broke and James clamped his mouth shut and turned on his heel, walking out of the room completely.

"What did you call me!" Jack shouted again, ignoring the precious statue in his hands. He set it down and walked swiftly across the room, his boots making a clapping noise against the wood. Isabelle stood firm and Will and Elizabeth waited. Isabelle started to turn around, but Jack grabbed her and she lunged out with her fist. Jack moved his head out of the way and caught her wrist with his hand. He pulled her close to him and Isabelle fought against his chest, but he was too strong for her. She looked up and Jack instantly caught her lips with his. She struggled for a moment and then everything became silent and she responded to his kiss with passion and hunger.

Will cleared his throat and Jack and Isabelle looked up, both still frazzled and passionate about their earlier encounter. "What's going on?" Elizabeth shrieked. Jack smiled and laughed a little and Isabelle raised her eyebrow at Jack. He wiped that smile right off his face and became serious.

"Jack wasn't going to let us fight, Liz," Isabelle said in a nasty tone, knowing Elizabeth wouldn't be thrilled with that.

"Is that so?" she said coldly, turning back to Jack. "Then she had every right to throw that statue at you."

"Love, please, I said ye could, are ye happy?" he said and hugged Isabelle tighter to him, pleading with her silently to stop. Elizabeth looked at him for a chilling moment and nodded. Will let out his breath, knowing that it would've turned into something bigger if Elizabeth got involved. It wouldn't just be statues, it would be shoes, chairs, fists.

"Elle, I'm sorry," he said and kissed her. At first she didn't respond, still angry. "Elle," he said and kissed her again. Still, she was determined to win. "Isabelle," he said and kissed her one more time before a smile graced the corners of her lips.

"Damn you Jack Sparrow," she hissed and slid her hands behind his neck.

"Well, that settles that," Will said and led Elizabeth out the door.

Dinner was just full of surprises that night on the Black Pearl. One of the crew mates had gotten himself drunk to the point of no return and stumbled into Isabelle. Jack watched from his seat close to the door as his crew mate hit on this fiancée He decided he'd let Isabelle take care of this one. After all, Jack would be watching. The man kept touching Isabelle and Jack stiffened in his seat. Isabelle tried to be friendly about it and shove his arm off when he slid it on. She warned him over and over again. Jack narrowed his eyes as the man leaned in close to Isabelle, deciding he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up but just as he did, Isabelle's fist connected with the crew member's jaw and he fell backward off the chair he was sitting on. Jack smiled and laughed.

Isabelle heard Jack's laughter and looked up from the man lying on the ground, moaning in defeat. She saw Jack looking at her and smiling. She laughed with him and he walked over to her, taking her up in his arms. He kissed her and laughed when she wrinkled her nose in pleasure. They sat and talked for a little while until the next event took place. The galley doors flew open revealing an unknown crew member with a pot on his head. Jack opened his mouth to say something but closed it when the doors flew open again not long after. James Norrington came hurling out, sword in hand poised high above his head. And it didn't help that he yelled. No, he shrieked. He ran so fast after the pot man that all Jack and Isabelle could make out was the color of the silver pot and the blue of James' shirt as he chased after the unlucky man. The rest of the crew didn't seem phased by any of it and some people actually waved at them.

Jack and Isabelle shook their heads in unison and burst out laughing. The room grew silent and soon after so did Jack and Isabelle. They looked up and smiled. "What! You don't stop to acknowledge a crazed man with a pot on his head but you notice out laughing?" Isabelle asked, looking happily confused. The crew shrugged and went back to talking amongst themselves. Jack turned to Isabelle.

"I hate to ask now love, but when d'ye intend on gettin' hitched?" Jack asked. A huge grin spread across Isabelle's face and she instinctively moved closer to Jack.

"What's the next port?"

"Isla De Provedencia. Probably Catalina Harbor," Jack said, thinking he knew where she was taking this.

"That's when I wanna get married," she said and smiled. Jack swept her into his arms and held her tightly. They both got up from their seats and left one at a time so their exit would go unnoticed. Isabelle and Jack found each other back in their cabin, happy with their new plans.

Three days went by and Jack and Isabelle were happier than ever. Jack pulled into port and before he let his crew go he gathered them together. "Listen up, ye dogs!" he shouted and they gave him their full attention. "We're gonna need a few things. A priest, some candles, and nice clothes fer God's sake," Jack said. The crew was silent for a moment.

"Whose weddin' we goin' to, Cap'n?" Someone said. Jack rolled his eyes but Will answered for him.

"You're going to Jack's wedding mate," Will answered in a relaxed, monotone voice that actually was saying, 'whose wedding do you think you are going to you idiot'.

"Tomorrow afternoon on the Pearl. If yer not here, ye miss it!" he shouted. "Alright, alright, get goin!" he said and his crew cheered one more time before they made their way to the town.

Isabelle and Jack went their own separate ways, in search of a dress shop. They come upon one rather quickly. An old woman approached them and smiled. "Anything I can get for you?" she asked with a French accent.

"Yes, actually, I need a wedding dress," Isabelle said and giggled nervously. The woman's face creased into a familiar position of laughter and she smiled broadly.

"Come with me dear!" she said. "Charles!" she called over she shoulder. A man around Jack's age came out and smiled. "Show this nice man where he can fid a suit for his wedding." Jack looked at her and smiled his thanks. "Don't mention it," she said and pulled Isabelle in an entirely different direction.

Isabelle had been fitted all day and sat with the woman while she sewed and adjusted her beautiful white gown. She wondered where Jack was. She missed him sitting with her and holding her hand or her waist protectively. An hour later, Isabelle come out of the back room with a large package and searched the room for Jack. He stood by the door, talking with the man that had fitted him for his suit. Isabelle went up behind him and placed her hands over his eyes. He smiled devilishly and turned her around. His kissed her and she smiled warmly up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jack paid and they both walked hand in hand back to the Pearl. Will burst into their room and smiled broadly. "They paid a priest, a proper one from a church like." Will paused, furrowing his brow and then smiled widely again. "Elizabeth made sure of that, she went with," Will said, still catching his breath. Will noticed the two boxed in the corner of the room near the settee and smiled, knowing the dress shopping was over. Jack smiled as he realized what Will was looking at and laughed.

"Thank you Will," Isabelle said and went to kiss him on the cheek. Will nodded and left the room to find Elizabeth. The sun was setting on Isla de Providencia, and the excited couple was nervous and exhausted. They both fell into each other's arms and fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Jack didn't dream. There were flashes of the children that haunted his dreams night after night. They were not complete happenings, but little bits and pieces. The little dark haired boy would appear and run circles around his legs, but disappear again quickly. Jack would catch a glimpse of the baby girl he had come to love running toward him, but as he would open his arms, the scene died before him. The house would flicker behind it all and Isabelle was the only real thing there. She was the only thing that didn't flicker or stop existing. She stood next to Jack and watched with a slight smile on her face as her children appeared and left in a matter of seconds. The same thought danced around in his head over and over again. The same string of words, the same turn of phrase. He was getting married tomorrow.

Okay, a little longer than I anticipated, but alright, aye! Lol alright, please review. Please. Thank you I love you guys!

-did you hear about the rose that grew from the crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law wrong, it learned to walk without feet. Funny, it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from the crack in the concrete…when nobody else ever cared.

-Desperado