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Jack woke up the next morning at first light, hours before Isabelle. He rubbed his tired eyes with the back of his hand and got up out of bed carefully so he didn't disturb Isabelle. He didn't bother with his shirt but he put on his sword belt and shoved his pistol into his breeches, just incase. He sauntered up on deck and faced the rising sun. It was still cool from the night before, but it soon wouldn't be considering where they were going. Straight through the equator. He saw Will standing a few feet to his left and he side stepped over, jumping up behind him. Will cursed as he toppled over backward and landed on the deck with a smack.

"Jesus, Jack!" Will hissed as he looked at one smug looking pirate captain. "What the hell was that for?" Will asked, still shaken up. Jack shrugged and held out his hand for Will. Will took it and Jack pulled him to his feet. Both men looked out at the rising sun for a little while. "Where are we going?" Will asked finally.

"Amazon. Treasure. Ye knew that, whelp," Jack said and smiled at Will's confusion.

"I thought…"

"Mate, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? I have a spare," he said and Will laughed.

"You know you're gonna have to think of a faster course. Their gonna be taking the one on the map you handed over," Will said. Jack tensed at the mention of yesterday, but his smile never wavered.

"Aye, Isabelle already said she would," Jack said and Will nodded, chuckling at the Sparrow's persistence to win.

"You both are the most stubborn people I've ever met," Will said and Jack laughed.

"Thanks very much, whelp," Jack said and started for the galley. He was hungry. Will watched as Jack sashayed away toward the lower deck and he shook his head. He and Isabelle were mode for each other. Now he knew why they fought so much. He laughed, thinking about how many new fights would arise in the making of the new map. Taking a deep breath of morning air, he followed Jack to the galley.

He and Jack started breakfast and dined by themselves, enjoying one another's company. It had been a long time since he and Jack had talked alone. There was always someone lingering around or listening to everything. It was, in fact, a pirate ship. There weren't many places to find privacy. "We'll stop in Venezuela," Jack said and Will choked on his food and took a swig of rum.

"Jack. You're a wanted man in Venezuela," Will said, furrowing his brow at the stupid suggestion. "You'll be hanged!" Will said, narrowing his eyes. Jack smiled.

"I'm a wanted man everywhere." Will still looked at Jack like he had grown eight heads in the last two seconds. "William, I will be careful. After all, if I do get caught, I have you, Liz, and Elle to bail me out." Will didn't seem persuaded. "What?" Jack asked after a long silence.

"Jack…" Will started but Elizabeth sauntered in. She planted a kiss on Will's lips and he looked at her. She raised her eyebrows in question. "Oh, nothing just trying to think of what we would all look like in jail," Will said casually. Elizabeth's eyes widened.

"Why the hell would you say that, William Turner," she demanded, furrowing her brow.

"Well, because Jack wants to stop in Venezuela for supplies and…"

"Jack Sparrow!" Elizabeth shrieked. Jack jumped and help up his hands. "What the bloody hell are you thinking, you idiot!" she hissed at him. "You're putting yourself in danger by going there. Jesus, Jack you could be killed, and worse, you could be hanged! How can you sit there and say that we're…"

"Elizabeth!" Jack yelled and she turned her glare at him, her angry hands stopping in mid air. "Number one, being killed is the same as being hanged. Number two, they have the best rum. Number three, I need advice from a friend there. He'll keep us alright." Elizabeth and Will both looked at him with their brown eyes wide and shocked. "What, I'll be fine," Jack assured them and continued to eat. Elizabeth sighed and went to get her own bowl of breakfast, sitting down next to Will.

It wasn't long before the rest of the crew piled into the galley, cramming their bowels high with breakfast Will and Jack had made. They brought life to the still, quiet galley and before long, there were fights and merry laughter that could be heard from all angles of the ship. Jack was utterly amazed that Isabelle had slept through it all. Even he couldn't have slept through his crews rowdiness.

He left two of his crew mates to do the dishes as he made his way up to the helm, wondering how Isabelle was. He wondered how her wrist was and he wondered if she was alright. He decided he'd let her sleep for a little while longer and then he'd go check on her. He set the perfect course to the time being and made tacks in the water.

Isabelle was caught up in her dream. The kids that ran around in her mind, she now referred to as her kids. Her little Katherine and William. She watched Jack's ever smiling face as his children ran to the beach, staring at something amazing out to sea. Jack held Katherine's hand as she swayed back and forth on the sandy beach. She found herself standing behind Jack with her arms around his waist and her chin on his shoulder as she too, stared out to sea. She saw the object of their interest and smiled brightly. The Black Pearl was sitting on the horizon. She remembered how Jack had chased the horizon for reasons even unknown to her. She couldn't help but wonder why he stopped, even in her dreams. The Black Pearl didn't get any closer of father away for a very long time and Jack's smile never faltered. Her children started to walk out to the ocean. William stopped when Jack beckoned for him to stop and little Katherine held onto her father's hand as he walked slowly into the lapping waves. Isabelle watched from where she stood, the cool Caribbean water trailing over her feet then washing back out into the ocean.

William turned and waved to Isabelle, smiling broadly, showing the holes where he had lost his front teeth. Isabelle smiled and laughed waving back at her overly excited son. Jack turned around and smiled, his eyes sparkling with glee. She saw the child he had become around his children and what an overprotective person he could be. Jack knelt down in the water and held onto Katherine as she splashed around playfully. She walked up to Jack and held his shoulders with her hands, smiling as she watched her children experience the salty sea water. Jack stood up and looked at his wife. "What do you think they'll be like when they're older?" he asked, smiling at William as he laughed at Katherine. Isabelle laughed out loud.

"Let's hope they never get older," she said without thinking. Jack laughed and took her hand. The second his hand found hers, the dream ended and Isabelle was left in the darkness. She panicked and as a last resort, she opened her heavy eyes. She took a deep breath and brought her hand to her throat. It hurt, but not as bad as it did yesterday. Her wrist still throbbed, but she would survive.

She would survive, she thought as she pulled on her shirt, pants and sword belt. She would survive, she thought as she pushed open the door to the cabin with her shoulder. She would survive, she thought as she searched the bustling deck for the man who made her statement true. The man who was responsible for her survival. She spotted Jack at the helm of the ship, his kohl rimmed eyes searching the horizon line, just like they were in her dream. On his face was his ever present smirk and in his eyes was the glittering determination that stood side by side with pride for all he had. Without thinking about it, she twisted the ring on her finger with the fingers that surrounded it and smiled. She sat for a minute on an overturned crate as she watched the deck of the Black Pearl. Will was sitting with Litler, tying knots and smiling. His white teeth shone off his tanned face from numerous hours in the sun and his hair fell from his ponytail. It took her some time to spot Elizabeth, but she soon found her good friend up in the rigging with Ana, both talking animatedly as they fixed things here and there.

The wind tugged at the sailor's plait holding back her long black hair. The breeze felt good as it cooled her already heated skin. She sat and thought about the torturing dreams that kept pulling at her sanity. She kept wondering about the dark haired terror that lunged at Jack with such determination and seriousness. About the little beauty that was her baby girl. The same baby girl that leapt into Jack's arms at a sprint and clung to her leg, smiling up at her with the pure innocence of a child. The one who had the dependence of a little girl who thinks she knows the in's and out's of the whole world at the age of three. She couldn't help but wonder if they would ever come to be, or if they were all her imagination. Her cruel mind playing tricks on her even as she slept.

But still, there was something about each dream she had, no matter how unusual or how saddening they were. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she always felt something. Something pure and satisfying. Like there was no greater joy in the world, even if it wasn't real. As much as she tried to simply forget about them, she couldn't. As much as she tried to tell herself that they didn't matter, that they were merely something her mind conjured up over and over again, she couldn't convince herself. Her mind kept drifting back to the boys soft black curls, brushing the tops of his shoulders. Or the little girls deep brown eyes and sun kissed skin. Or the way Jack looked at them all. With such a deep compassion and love that all she wanted to do was hold him close to her.

She smiled, thinking her dreams were getting the best of her and her right mind. 'Everyone dreams' she thought as she pushed her dreams from her mind for the time being. She rubbed her bandaged wrist in frustration. She hated being disabled and she hated having a weakness. It scared her. She calmed herself. The bandages would be off in a matter of days, before they got to the Amazon, and she would be her normal self again. Until then, she needed to be extra careful and sharp.

Isabelle sighed and pulled herself off the upturned crate she was sitting on. She decided she had let her mind wander for long enough for one day. Daydreaming about dreams you've already experienced aren't much fun, they're just reflective and boring to say the least. She took a deep breath of ocean air and made her way up to the helm where she knew Jack to be.

Sure enough, Jack stood behind the wheel, a defiant smirk set on his lips and an ever knowing glint behind his eyes. Isabelle stood behind him and followed his line of vision. It traveled as far out as she could see, to the end of the world and back, or so it seemed. He saw how he felt and how he thought. His options were always unlimited, his love was never ending, his idiotic hand gestures were seemingly endless, and yet everything came together at a point. Just like the horizon. You could see the choppiest waves or the calmest waters you've ever seen and they both meet at the same place. Jack had his little habits and things that made him tick, they were supposedly wild and weird, but just as the water, they all came together to made the essence of Jack Sparrow. And, oh, what an essence it was.

Isabelle snaked her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent. Jack removed one hand from the wheel and pulled her in front of him, between him and the wheel, just like it had always been. "Mornin', love," Jack said softly and kissed Isabelle on the forehead. Isabelle smiled up at him and caught his lips in a kiss. Jack smiled devilishly. "Not until yer wrist heals," he said sympathetically and Isabelle pouted, making Jack laugh.

"I have something for you," she said and removed one of her hands from around Jack so she could pull out an old piece of paper.

"Thank ye, love! How did ye know I wanted an old, burnt piece of paper?" Jack asked sarcastically. Isabelle smirked and pushed it against his chest. He laughed a little and let her take the wheel as he opened it. He looked inside at the prefect route to the Amazon Isles, taking a slight detour to the Hilaris Island to pick a little something up. "How did ye…"

"I figured the other one could've been better. I knew there were faster ways, they just slipped my mind," Isabelle smiled. "Savvy?" Jack looked from the map to her as she used his signature word. He smiled and enveloped her in a strong hug, making Isabelle squeal in delight as he lifted her off the ground.

A littler later, Isabelle shooed Jack from the helm and she stood in his place. Steering the ship like she had always been there, like this was what she was made to do. A small smile tugged at the sides of her mouth. Her mother would turn over in her grave if she knew her perfect little Isabelle was the captain of a wanted pirate ship for a day. She now understood why Jack loved it so much at the helm. There wasn't much you wouldn't love standing up there. She loved everything about it. She loved the way the wind was stronger and brushed the stray hairs away from her face and cooled her sticky skin. She loved the way she could hear the ship's hull cutting through the calm waters of the Caribbean. There was nothing like feeling the spray of the sea on her tanned face every now and then, bringing her stinging cheeks a welcome relief.

Elizabeth rushed up on deck, her face flushed and her eyes blazing with fury. Isabelle furrowed her brow at her friend and Elizabeth sighed, trying to collect herself enough so she could speak. "Jack wants to stop in Venezuela for supplies," Elizabeth managed. Isabelle cocked an eyebrow, gesturing Elizabeth to proceed. "Elle, he is a wanted man in Venezuela. Wanted as in, the way James wanted to hang Jack before he got to know him. The commodore and the captain both have personal vendettas with Jack and they won't rest until he is hanged!" Elizabeth said, her voice becoming shrill. She finally paused for breath and looked to Isabelle for any hint of terror.

"What are you suggesting, Lizzy?" Isabelle said, narrowing her eyes although a smile played on her lips. Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something then snapped it back shut. She studied Isabelle for a while as she looked out to the horizon with that same look in her eyes that Jack got every time he was there. Elizabeth smirked, realizing Isabelle probably didn't even know she was doing it.

"You're teasing me aren't you?" Elizabeth asked, her voice calm and collected. Isabelle tore her eyes off the water in front of the ship and looked into Elizabeth's tortured brown eyes.

"No, honey. But why do you think that Jack is going to be hanged. There are only two people after him," Isabelle said. Elizabeth moaned and rolled her eyes.

"The commodore or the royal navy stationed in the port and the captain under the commodore's bloody command! What are you thinking, Elle! If the commodore and the captain have a vendetta with him, then the whole bloody navy does as well!" She shrieked. Isabelle nodded her head in agreement. She wondered what she would do first, strangle Jack for being so stupid, or screaming at him to knock some sense into him. Hmmm, a tough decision indeed.

Alright, that's that. You'll have to see how Isabelle… reacts? Is that the right word.. no? lol.. haha cliffhanger! Hey, I've been nice to you guys so far, no cliff hangers.. this is like the first one! Lol Alright here's your quote, and don't forget to REVIEW!

Somewhere, after midnight, in my wildest fantasy; somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me

-Desperado