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Jack, Isabelle, Will and Elizabeth managed to have a decent meal without fighting or hostilities. They talked and Elizabeth actually asked Jack what Venezuela was like once. She was starting to become absolutely excited about it from what everyone kept saying. Isabelle just sat back and smiled, knowing that she had finally gotten Jack back. She may have not gotten him back in the way she wanted to, but for a moment, Jack Sparrow was uncomfortable. Her work was done for the night. She smiled and sat close to Jack, eating her dinner hungrily, it being the only thing she had eaten all day aside from breakfast that morning.

Dinner slowly came to a close and plates were taken away to be washed. The four sat in their corner spot and watched the crew pile out of the galley, mumbling about different things. They all remained, watching and sitting in silence with their glasses of wine instead of rum. Jack had actually set aside his rum for a good glass of red wine. It was a nice way to end a hectic dinner. Sitting at the same table and sharing the same wine with the woman who had set him up. He smiled, remembering her downfall in the matter also. Her face was priceless. His face was probably better, but hers rivaled his pretty well.

It wasn't long before Elizabeth started to drift and Isabelle stopped talking altogether. They were both tired, but Jack and Will were still going strong, on their third glass of wine, still o the same topic from the first glass. Isabelle rested her head in Jack's lap and shut her tired eyes. Jack absentmindedly rubbed her back slowly and gently, while he felt her breathing becoming even and deep. He continued to rub her back because he knew that she would know he stopped and wake up, even in her sleep. It kept him occupied with his hands while he was talking to Will. Not that Will was boring, it was just Jack always had to do something with his hands. Elizabeth had fallen asleep against Will's chest, her honey colored hair falling gracefully out of its ties and down Will's chest, reaching his stomach. Will rested his cheek against her head instinctively as he talked to Jack. Neither man realized they were rubbing her back or resting his cheek against her soft hair. It was just habit. Being close to them was just habit, and neither realized they were doing it.

Like all good things, their conversation died down as their tired minds yelled to be rested, hence bringing their get together to an end. Only when Jack stopped rubbing her back did he realize he was doing it and he smiled. That's why he wasn't fidgeting. He had thought it was the wine. He picked up his sleeping wife silently and carried her back to the cabin after Will and Elizabeth had gone before him. He laid her carefully down on the bed and removed her sword belt and pistol and boots. She curled up in a little ball, hugging her arms to herself, not used to not having anybody to hold onto during sleep. Jack watched her as he took off his things and finally climbed in next to her. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around him, the sides of her lips hinting at a smile as she slept. Jack pulled her to him and rested his chin on top of her head. Closing his heavy eyelids; he joined his wife in slumber.

Days went by and their journey progressed. They cut smoothly through the South American waters. The closer they became to their destination, the hotter it seemed to get. There were low mumbles among the crew about the undeniable heat and the chilled nights. Jack and Isabelle didn't think too much of it. Isabelle was already hardened by her life on land and Jack hardened by his long years of piracy and worse conditions. Jack stood at the helm and watched his crew complain. "Oh, come on ye mangy dogs! It could be forty below! Make due with whatcha got!" Jack shouted and the crew grumbled in good humor, but saw the reason behind Jack's shouting.

"I may be goin' te hell in a bucket, but at least I'm enjoying the ride!" someone from Jack's crew shouted, causing Jack to whip around and furrow his brow at the character, staring at him as if trying to make sense of his turn of phrase. Jack stood there for a moment while the rest of the crew howled with laughter at the Captain's response to the statement. Isabelle laughed and laughed as she crept up from behind him and laid her hands on the back of his shoulders, resting her head on his back.

"How are we, Captain?" she asked, leaning into him. He smiled devilishly and brought his arm around to bring her n front of him. She looked up at him with worried dark eyes. Jack searched them, trying to find a cause behind their nervousness. He looked up for a moment and saw Venezuela in the distance. That'll do it.

He looked back down to her eyes, but found they were no longer looking into his own. They were watching the shore line as the Black pearl advanced rapidly on her destination.

Yes she was worried, of course she was worried. She hadn't known how awfully he was wanted before or how stupid and careless he had been with this sort of thing in the past. Yes, she was terribly, undeniably worried. This was Jack's ship. This was his heart and sole before he had promised them both to Isabelle. Without her Captain, her Captain Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl would be a shell of its former self. Merely a legend with a legendary Captain. A ship with a past and no future to come of it. She couldn't let that happen. So, she would do the right thing, even it if meant not seeing her husband for a few days while he was gone. At least he would be safe.

Jack watched her as she studied the coastline with her intense black eyes. He noticed her brow never relaxed, it always remained furrowed, like she was in deep thought. He held her in his arms, and she held him in hers. Both were thinking of the same ting, on different notes. Isabelle thinking Jack would be captured, Jack thinking he would get what he needed and get out. But only one was right. They could make out the rugged rocks where most of the pirate ships were docked and Isabelle felt a knot creating itself in her stomach. She would stay strong and unemotional toward the subject with Jack and her friends, but deep inside, she would allow herself to hurt and worry. Jack smiled a crooked smile, but Isabelle didn't see it. She continued to watch the pirate ships in the harbor, trying not to look at Jack until she calmed down.

"Elle, look at me," Jack said finally after they were close enough to the docks. Isabelle had spent her time remembering every name of every ship she saw docked. She knew it wouldn't do any good. Every other pirate of the ship would be doing the exact same thing. Still, she wanted to be aware herself this time. Isabelle raised her eyes to meet Jack's dark, kohl rimmed eyes. They were sparkling with mischief and there was the lightest hint of doubt lingering in the very back, hand in hand with concern. "I'll be fine!" he said and smiled. Isabelle smiled teasingly and Jack grunted. "Love, I'm…"

"You're Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy, yes, I savvy." Jack nodded and smiled, shutting his mouth. She stood beside him while he steered the ship into dock. Her stomach dropped along with the anchor, all her fears and worries threatening to break through from her tight hold on her emotions. Jack tied a rope around the wheel and turned to Isabelle, holding her upper arms in his hands. She looked from the land into his eyes and fought back the urge to beg him to stay.

"Isabelle," Jack said. He rarely ever used her birth name. She snapped to attention, her dark eyes growing solemn. "I will be fine." His accent his disappeared, leaving him with a perfectly cultured accent instead. "Don't go anywhere unless you're with someone. Carry a weapon with you at all times. And for God's sake, try to have some fun," Jack finished. Isabelle's eyebrows raised and she smiled crookedly. "Please, love. Don't worry. If I know I have a worried lass back here, then I'm upset," Jack said and Isabelle forced a smile. How could she not worry.

"Jack, I will worry about you until the day I die. There's nothing you can do to prevent that. Just like you worry about me," she said and Jack's expression softened. Isabelle shook his arms off and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tip toes. Jack circled his arms around her waist and back, bringing her closer to him. Isabelle buried her head in his shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut. She prayed to whoever was watching out for her up there that Jack would be safe. Jack left a little trail of kisses from her neck to her jaw bone and back. She smiled, savoring the moment and pulled away. Isabelle caught his lips in a deep kiss and smiled. She cupped his face with her hand. "You'll be back tonight?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, love," he said and she nodded. He kissed her again and held her hand until the distance between them became too great. Her hand fell back down to her side as Jack released it softly and turned his back to walk away. She stood, leaning against the wheel, and watched her husband disappear into to ever growing crowd of people. Soon, his tri cornered hat fell from view and she could no longer see him in the sea of people that swarmed in and out of port.

Isabelle hardly noticed Elizabeth walk up beside her until she felt warm arms around her from behind. She looked down at the hands holding her and realized it was just Elizabeth and she leaned her head back on her best friend's shoulder. "You're worried about him," came the gentle British accent from behind. Isabelle sighed deeply.

"Oh, yes. Very much," she said quietly. Elizabeth nodded knowingly. Elizabeth tapped Isabelle's stomach and smiled. She knew how it felt to be alone with nothing. No word to get you through another hour. Nothing, just desperation and hope. Hope that he will make it home in the morning, and hope that she will once again see his tanned face and dark arresting eyes. Oh yes, she knew it all very well. Especially when Jack Sparrow visited Port Royal. Isabelle turned around in Elizabeth embrace and smiled weakly. "Let's make ourselves a grand dinner, Liz. We deserve it," Isabelle said and Elizabeth nodded. The two women made their way across the deserted deck, their arms wrapped around the other's shoulders, and down to the galley.

Hey, that was that! I think that counts as a cliffhanger! If enough people review tonight, I'll update tomorrow then you can find out what happens next! You know you want to! Alright thanks to everyone who's been with me! My thoughts and my love—

When all you know how to do is keep strong, move along, and move along like you know you do. And even when your hope is gone, just move along to make it through.

-Desperado