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"The whole navy you say?" Isabelle finally said, her knuckles turning a startling white color as she griped the wheel harder and harder. Isabelle was still trying to conceal how utterly horrified she really was. Elizabeth nodded her head viciously. "I see. Will you please get Jack to come out here? Please. Yes, Thanks. Yeah," Isabelle said as she paused and then restarted with sharp, low syllables. Elizabeth nodded, confused, but complied. A few minutes later, Isabelle watched her husband being dragged out from below deck by Elizabeth. Elizabeth dropped him off at the helm and Isabelle smiled curtly at him. Jack smiled back, a little hesitant. Elizabeth quickly excused herself and ran below deck to get Will. "Jack," Isabelle said sweetly. Jack knew he was in for it.

"Yeah, love," Jack said hesitantly.

"What's this I hear about us stopping in Venezuela?" Isabelle asked, still sweetly. Jack looked from the horizon to her dark Spanish eyes.

"Um, about that, Elle, ye see…"

"Jack. It is absolute madness to stop at a port where you know you will be hanged if you step foot on their soil!" Isabelle raged. Jack snapped his mouth closed and clasped his hands together in front of him. "What the hell are you thinking, Jack! You'll be shot, hanged, beheaded…drowned…"

"Drowned, I highly doubt that…"

"Jack!"

"Sorry, love."

"That's beside the point, honey!" Isabelle looped a rope over one of the rungs on the wheel to hold it in place and turned to Jack. She cupped his face with her hand and stared at him sternly. "Why, she asked suddenly, catching Jack by total surprise. He had thought he would be yelled at or smacked or something. But instead she was asking him why. She wanted to know his reasoning for once? He jumped at the chance.

"Well, because I have a friend there… who owes me somethin'…"

"This isn't a game of finder's keeper's, Sparrow," Isabelle said, raising her eyebrows, but keeping her hand on his face.

"No, love. He's holding it fer me. He says that I'll never find it. That I'll never be needin' it. I have the map, and I have me best friends, and m'wife. I need what he had, Ellie." Isabelle smiled at Jack and caressed his cheek with her thumb. Jack waited for the outburst…

"Okay," she said simply, looking straight ahead into his eyes and turned around, taking the wheel. Jack stood, gaping at her for what seemed like forever until a wave hit the ship and he lost his footing. He steadied himself and walked over to Isabelle.

"That's it," he said and she looked up at him.

"Well, yeah," she said and turned back to the open ocean.

"You're not going to yell or go on and on about how I should be more careful and not stupid and it doesn't matter who has what…"

"Jack." Jack stopped and looked at his wife's beautiful Spanish eyes. "I trust you," she said and kissed him deeply smiling at his confusion. When she pulled away Jack smiled his crooked, trademark grin.

"And you're not mad at me fer this?" Jack said slowly, not insinuating anything. Isabelle looked over at him and furrowed her brow.

"No, honey. But if you do get yourself sent to the gallows, and I have to come and bust you out, you owe me something bit. And there will be HELL to pay, Jack," she said and smiled broadly.

"Like what, love," he prompted.

"I don't know yet, Jack. But when the time comes, I'll let you know," she said confidently.

"And how do ye know I'll even be caught my dead lass," Jack said, twisting his arms around her waist. She leaned into him and smiled at nothing in particular, her eyes still searching the horizon.

"Because I know you, Jack Sparrow, that's how I know," she said with certainty. Jack laughed and kissed her.

"Ye got me there, love."

Jack stood with Isabelle at the helm for a little while. He felt lost without her company and without the familiar feel of the wood beneath his fingers. He had spoken to Will and Elizabeth but they mostly scolded him for his idiocy. He was glad there was at least one person who thought he was still somewhat sane. He held onto Isabelle and they both didn't speak for well over two hours. Just standing, they were. Jack missed the sea spraying his face constantly and the winds whipping his unruly mane about his face, causing the beads and other accessories to jingle. He smiled as the thought crossed his mind about them both standing there jingling. He guessed it was just a way to break the silence. It was a relief from standing up there alone with no other noises but the eerie creak of the ship and the persistent water rushing under the hull. The jingling was a nice way to break it up.

Jack had dosed against Isabelle's shoulder from the back and he head her muffled voice calling Ana over. "Take over, Ana. I think we're both tired tonight," Jack faintly heard Isabelle tell Ana. Isabelle twisted around in his grip and help him up until he got his bearings and smiled at her, revealing his golden teeth. "Jack, you are something, aren't you." Isabelle looked him over and Jack smiled ever brighter. "Oh, what are Will and Elizabeth going to say when we tell them where our next stop is," Isabelle thought more to herself than to Jack. "I think you're the perfect one to tell them, honey," she said and smiled. 'That,' Jack thought 'was directed toward me'. He moaned and Isabelle smiled. "Tomorrow," she said and Jack inwardly thanked her. The sun was long gone and they were both ready for dinner.

They made their way toward the galley in a whispered argument, although, they were hand in hand. "Jack, you'll get there and you'll be obvious. You'll get caught," Isabelle said in a low voice so no one but Jack could hear her. Jack smiled.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? I will not get caught," Jack said confidently, even though he doubted if he could pull it off again. He had been lucky the first time. He was trying his best to not jinx it.

"Just like you didn't get caught in Port Royal. Just like you didn't get caught in Port Radcliff. Just like you didn't get causing in Manchester, in Portsmouth, Cairo…"

"Isabelle!" Jack intervened. "Although I am thoroughly enjoying the list of places I've been held captive in, please…" Jack said and trailed off. Isabelle smirked and nodded.

"All I'm saying is, you get caught and you will be sorry Jack Sparrow. Oh, will you be sorry. You will not only have a commodore, a captain, and a royal navy biting at your heels, you'll have your wife to deal with," she said and Jack winced. That would not be a happy chat.

"I thought ye said ye trusted me, love," Jack said. Isabelle smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I do trust you. I just don't want to lose you now that I've found you, Jack," Isabelle said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. Jack stopped in the hallway they were walking in and looked into her eyes. She looked away from him at first but brought her deep brown eyes to stare back at the mirror image of her own.

"You'll never lose me because I'll always be right here," he said gently and raised their hands to her chest. Isabelle's eyes welled with tears and she felt the warmth of Jack's hand seep through her shirt and grace the soft skin underneath. "Right there," Jack repeated in a whisper before Isabelle pulled him into a passionate kiss. Jack backed her against a wall and she wrapped her arms around him. Hteir lips seemed like they would be forever stuck to the others. They were wrapped up in their own world with their own rules, both their needs suddenly becoming the same. One another.

Isabelle head cat calls from the crew in the dining room and suddenly became aware of where they were and what they were doing there. She laughed into Jack's mouth and he smiled against her lips. "Jack, I think…" He kissed her again. "Dinner…" She tried to speak again without succession. One more time. "Jack! Dinner, now!" she said and Jack sighed, laying his forehead on her shoulder, her arms still wrapped around him and his body still pressed up against hers. "Later," she promised quietly and she smiled as Jack's shoulders moved as he laughed. He rose his head up and kissed her on the forehead, knowing if he kissed her on the lips again, they both wouldn't be able to stop themselves. Jack took her small hand in his and they carried on their argument like nothing ever happened.

"Not tellin'," Jack said childishly.

"Jack, why not," Isabelle said in a low voice. They were approaching the galley, although they were taking their sweet time.

"Because. Ye'll know soon enough anyway, love," Jack said and Isabelle closed her eyes, trying to fight the urge to beat it out of him.

"Jack you're being anal," Isabelle said and Jack laughed.

"Am not," he said, becoming suddenly serious. Isabelle looked over his completely serious face and put on her own serious face.

"Are too," she said and they continued walking. Three seconds passed.

"Am not," Jack countered. Isabelle's mouth dropped open and she looked at her persistent husband. He winked but his somber face never creased into a smile.

"Yes. You are!" she said, refusing to lose. Jack's face remained the same as he raised her eyebrows at no one in particular, nodding his head to the side. Isabelle thought he would go without another word as they took their final steps into the galley.

"Am not," Jack said and flew in the opposite direction, sitting with two members of his crew and throwing himself into an animated conversation with the two. They both played along and laughed at Jack's crazy antics. Isabelle's mouth stayed open and her eyes twinkled with mischief and adoration. What Jack did was pure genius, but she'd still get him back. Elizabeth walked over to Isabelle who was standing in the threshold, staring at Jack with her mouth agape.

"Sweetie, are you with us? " Elizabeth said, moving a cup of rum back and forth in front of her face Isabelle snapped out of it and smiled taking her rum and following Elizabeth back to her spot at the table. Will smiled and kissed her when he saw her and she sat down between the two. They both looked at her expectantly and she furrowed her brow, taking another sip of rum, thinking she might need it.

"Huh," she said into her glass.

"Did you talk to Jack about Venezuela?" Elizabeth said and Will smiled. Isabelle looked from one to the other and felt guilty she had let Jack get away with something that seemed so serious to these two.

"Yes, I did," she said offering no more details. A light went off in Isabelle's mind. She knew the prefect way to get Jack back. "Jack wanted to talk to you about hat. Hold on, lemme just go grab him," she said and set her rim down to go and find Jack. He was still sitting with the same crew members she had seen him with earlier. She bent down close to his hear and pulled him up by his arms.

"Yes, love," Jack asked as he walked with a smug looking Isabelle.

"Oh, nothing." Jack was too busy watching Isabelle's face to know where he was going. She sat him down in between Will and Elizabeth and rested her hands on his shoulders, keeping him there. "You wanted to tell them something, Jack?" Isabelle said sweetly, looking down at Jack. Jack threw his head back and looked at her upside down; all his beads and his braids falling like a waterfall down the back of the chair and against her legs. She still looked self satisfied and smug. He couldn't help but smile. He took a respectable, gently gorgeous woman and turned her into a ruthless, devastatingly beautiful pirate. One who thought, acted, and played like one everyday from the moment they met until the day she dies. Jack was proud of her and her loyalty and trust. Even if she did just sell him out to their best friends.

She raised her eyebrows and signaled toward a very expectant Will and Elizabeth. Jack furrowed his brow at her, silently asking her what he was supposed to do. "Why don't you tell them where out next stop is, honey?" she said with sweet venom in her voice. With a tone to fool even the smartest men in the world into thinking what she was saying was truly sweet and innocent. Even thought her sweet and innocent tone was just the veil to cover her poisonous plot that would no doubt bring down any unsuspecting victim. Jack, of course, saw right through it, even though he had no escape.

"Well, that's hard to explain. Maybe late, love," Jack said. Overruled. Isabelle's grip on his shoulders tightened and he smiled his crooked golden smile at the two. "We're stopping in Venezuela after all, mates!" Jack said and Will and Elizabeth's smiles faded. They turned their glares on Isabelle.

"You let him!" Elizabeth accused. Jack smiled and watched.

"Liz, there was no telling him no," Isabelle said and their glares turned back to Jack.

"Jack Sparrow, do you have a death wish?" Will asked quietly. Jack smiled, then furrowed his brow.

"No, but it would seem like it wouldn't it mate?" Jack asked and looked up to Isabelle. She smiled weakly down at him, realizing they were both in for it now. Elizabeth stood up and tapped on her rum glass with her fork. "Shit," Jack cursed.

"Damn it," Isabelle said calmly just a second after Jack. They both looked up and then toward Elizabeth. Jack turned head in the opposite direction, hoping his crew wouldn't see him. He reached up a hand and yanked Isabelle down to sit on his lap and they both averted their glances to other things.

"Sorry to bother you," Elizabeth aid as the room became silent. "Jack seems to have the urge to drag us all to Venezuela before we go after the treasure." James stood up and looked at Elizabeth.

"I know the commodore down there and he doesn't seem to happy with Mr. Sparrow t the moment. Captain I know you're in here. That quest is ill advised for obvious reasons. Gunner will have you swinging from the gallows if you are caught, no doubt," Isabelle thought it was impossible but the crew of the Black Pearl became more silent and even Will and Elizabeth were too shocked for words. Isabelle looked at Jack and he shrugged and mouthed 'I'll be fine' to her. She smiled weakly and shook her head at his stubbornness.

"Still, Jack and Isabelle have decided they will go," she said and the crew smiled. "Why are we smiling, Litler?" Elizabeth said as her eyes rested on him.

"Well, Miss Liz, the night life is great down there. Best we've ever been to!" Litler shouted and there was a cheer from the crew.

"But your captain is in danger!" she shrieked.

"We all are if we go down there! 'Tis not just Jack!" someone shouted. Isabelle looked at Jack for answers and he nodded. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sat down, grumbling.

"Wonderful," she muttered under her breath as Will smiled at her.

"It's alright. Jack'll learn his lesson once he's in prison," Will said and Jack bristled at the thought of it.

"Ye know, mate, I'm right here," he aid and Will looked behind him at Jack and Isabelle. He smiled and shook his head.

"You're both daft," Will said. "No wonder Isabelle married you. You both have brain damage," he said and they all laughed when Isabelle huffed and smacked Will upside the head.

"I do not have brain damage…Jack does," Isabelle said and Elizabeth burst out laughing, nodding the whole time. Jack stood up, still holding Isabelle to him who was currently dangling from Jack's arms. She gasped and held onto him so he didn't drop her onto the table.

"Eat ye scabrous dogs!" Jack shouted and the crew cheered before resuming eating. Jack caught James' eye and James shook his head and took a deep breath before breaking eye contact and entering a conversation with the pirate next to him.

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Gravedigger, when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so I could feel the rain?

-Desperado