Hey sorry about the non-updating thing! I'm such a bad person on the weekends! Gimme a break guys, It's homecoming on Saturday! I'm so excited you have NO idea! Alright since it's breast cancer month and my two aunts died of breast cancer, say a little prayer, wear a pink ribbon, and remember. Reviewers! My loves! Here we are-I heart Coffee: you were the first to review for ch. 21! I'm so proud of you! Thank you I love you! I'm glad I got your eyes moist! That was my goal! Keep reading, roses! Dugadugabowbow: you loved the scene in the jail, I loved WRITING the scene in the jail! Glad you liked it! Thanks, roses! Doppleganger86: I'm sorry if I made you cry! If you think about it, it's really Jack's fault for getting caught! He should've listened. Stupid (Sexy) pirate. I hope you still love me even though I didn't update quick! I love you! Roses! Ah, beautiful enigma: the woman of the hour. Yes, my chapter was all about you and your wonderful explanation of your pen name. I fell in love with it, hence the usage of the term. I was waiting until you commented to update the chapter cos I wanted to know what you thought! Thanks for commenting, please keep doing it! Roses dear! Annnnnd tk421beth: whose pen name I have now memorized. Lol. Your reviews are so much fun to read I just adore them. Keep taking quotes out of my story and showing me! I love it love it love it! Keep it up, love. Roses! I know that was long, apologies! KEEP READING! LOVE FOR YOU ALL- - - - Dessie
---------------------------------------------------------------
The deck was alive with activity the next morning and Isabelle and Elizabeth were in the center of it. Litler approached them and smiled sadly. "He's ready. Everything's a go," he said and ran away toward the docks, taking up his specified position. Elizabeth and Will walked arm and arm, dressed as a proper British couple. Isabelle walked slowly behind them in her black nun's outfit. She felt ridiculous, but if this was the only way, she would do it with a bloody smile on her face.
They finally gathered together near the main group of people and watched. Isabelle watched with hatred behind her flaming dark eyes as Jack was dragged up on the platform. She barely suppressed the urge to leap up and shoot the commodore and the two soldiers that were currently dragging him. She watched as they positioned him in front of the noose and he stood defiantly. She smirked. That was her Jack.
Jack stood behind the noose with a cocky smirk on his face. The warm breeze tickled his cheeks and he began to fear for his life, but accept it in a way. He couldn't see Isabelle anywhere. He listened while his crimes were being read off and he couldn't help but think that this wasn't his time. This wasn't how he was supposed to go. He searched the faces of the people, finding not one without compassion and sympathy in their eyes, matching his own. He breathed deeply his breaths of air now, not wanting to miss one. He remembered how the wind whipped his hair as he stood at the helm of his ship, listening and smiling. He flew like the sparrow he was then, off to wherever he wanted to go.
The breaths he took seemed tainted now, like the very air he was breathing would kill him. He could almost feel Isabelle's soft tanned skin beneath him but he couldn't smile. He promised himself, that if he did die here, he would always watch over her. He lowered his head, trying to get the tears to stay in his eyes. But he couldn't help the one that escaped and dropped from his eye, and down to the wooden floor beneath his feet, leaving a wet, circular tear stain. He brought his head back up and looked over the crowd again.
His death was to be quick, almost painless. There was reason to fear, he had all the right in the world to fear this moment, this second. But he didn't fear for himself. He didn't mourn the loss of his freedom this time. He mourned the loss of his new life. The life he married in Isabelle. Jack Sparrow stood on the platform and the single tear that ever fell from his eye was utterly selfless. Consumed with pain for Isabelle. And Isabelle alone.
He saw familiarity and his dark, clouded eyes remained fixated on his only mien of hope.
Isabelle was summoned up on the platform, easily mistaken for a nun. She held her cross and her bible close to her heart as she climbed the stairs, watching Jack closely. She placed herself in front of him, but his eyes remained fixed on someone in the crowd. 'Damn, he doesn't know it's me,' she thought.
"In the name of the Father," Isabelle started crossing Jack with one hand while cutting at the ropes tying his hands together with the other. He looked up at her and revelation and relief blossomed in his eyes and bloomed across his beautiful face. He smiled cockily.
"I knew you'd be here," he said and smiled when she winked.
"The Son." The ties on Jack's hands broke free and Jack caught them before they fell to the floor. No one noticed they were off. "And the Holy Spirit," she finished loudly, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder. "May God be with you, son," Isabelle said gently. Jack looked around, seeing young William weaving through the crowd with Elizabeth not far ahead. About a minute later, while Isabelle stalled awkwardly, making up prayers and things in her head as she went, a dozen gun shots went off in the distance. Every soldier including the commodore raced off in the direction of the shots as a violent screams started up, led by Jack's honorary crew. He smiled broadly as he saw his crew running around and waving their arms about their heads in feigned panic. Jack and Isabelle leaped off the back of the platform and ran through the chaotic crowd in the direction of the ship. Jack held her hand tightly, thanking God she was safe and back in his arms.
The Black Pearl's sails were already unfurled and ready to go. Half the crew was already there and waiting. All they needed to do now was wait for the distractions to come back. Two minutes later, Will, Anamaria, Elizabeth, James, and Litler came running out onto the beach. They all took a sharp turn and sprinted to the docks, leaping aboard the Black pearl just as she was setting sail. The navy lined up on the beach and shouted back to the Pearl, not one having the heart to lift their guns and fire on a man so determined to live and to love. Jack laughed so hard he leaned on the railing. He waved excitedly and Isabelle waved too, motioning and shouting obscenities.
When Venezuela was safely behind them, Jack and Isabelle turned to each other. Isabelle stood with her hands on her hips, itching to grab Jack and kiss him passionately, but waiting. Jack looked at her. "Have you anything to say for yourself, Jack Sparrow?" she asked him sharply. Jack sighed.
"Ye were right and I was wrong," he said, stepping closer.
"Again?" she prompted and he stopped.
"Ye were right and I was wrong, savvy! Jesus, Elle!" he said happily. Isabelle nodded and raced over to him, leaping into his open arms. He lifted her up off the deck, his hands supporting her butt and back as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He kissed her like he had been away for two lifetimes. She put her hands on both sides of his head and pulled him closer, his hands busy holding her up off the deck. Elizabeth and Will watched as Jack held Isabelle and kissed her deeply, seeming to be savoring every moment.
That night at dinner, Jack told and retold the tale of how he was caught and what happened in the jail. Everyone listened intently, hanging on his every word. Isabelle sat comfortably in his lap and his one hand never left her waist while the other swung around wildly. But he didn't surprise her. As long as she wasn't throwing bullets into a pot, she was happy. And tonight, right then, she was exceptionally happy.
Later in their cabin, Jack flopped down on his big, comfortable bed. The silk sheets rubbed gently against his bare chest and back as he closed his eyes, smiling. Thanking God he wasn't sleeping on a pile of hay in the corner of a cold, dark, wet jail cell. Isabelle removed her weapon belt and her clothes, slipping into an elaborate nightgown that she wore once in a while. Tonight was just one of those nights. She pulled on the robe and removed the pins in her hair, shaking all the curls free. She was happy she wouldn't be sleeping in the big bed alone tonight. She turned around to say something to Jack, but found that he was already asleep. He laid on this stomach with one arm underneath him and the other underneath the pillows his head was on. He had taken off his bandana and his stray hairs fell in front of his face. All the kohl from his eyes had come off, leaving him looking like a respectable man. Aside from the beard and the hair.
Smiling gently, she tucked her long black hair behind her ear and glided over to his sleeping form. She sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked his forehead softly, whisking all his stray hairs out of his face and eyelashes. He looked so peaceful sleeping there. He almost looked like he would never wake up. She watched his back rise and fall as he breathed and she left a trail of kissed down his back. He fidgeted and smiled, but other than that, Jack Sparrow was out. Isabelle giggled and rested her hand on his head, looking at her husband, just looking.
She was truly scared for him that morning. She thought that if the plan didn't work, he would be hanged along with their crew. She almost couldn't do it. She was barely able to stand that morning. But Jack was right. Even though he wasn't with her, standing next to her, he was always there. Looking over her shoulder and watching out for her. In her heart and in her soul. She believed that now.
The sea seemed to call her tonight, as she watched the moonlight reflect off the waves through the window. She leaned down and kissed Jack on his forehead before removing her loving touch from his head and walking out the door, a trail of skirts and fabric in her wake. She didn't have to do much thinking; her feet guided her to the deck. She was barely conscious of what she was doing until the cool night's air ran across her face. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The sea and the South American air. What a combination. She had barely even noticed another person on the deck until she heard the shuffling of feet. She looked around and spotted Will Turner resting his elbows on the railing and staring out to sea. The moonlight caught every curve of his face and illuminated it so. Isabelle wasn't sure if it was Will at first. He looked much older and so tired. He looked worn and weak, like if he moved in the slightest, his breath would cease and his heart would betray him. But with a quick turn of his head and bat of his eye, his long lashes sweeping the tops of his cheekbones, she knew it was Elizabeth's Will. She pulled her robe closer to her and walked slowly over to him, smiling with the sway of the sea beneath her feet. She came up right beside him ad rested her elbows on the railing as well. Will looked over at her and smiled, his boyish features returning instantly, chasing any weaknesses away. "What are you doing out here so late, Elle?" he asked and turned his honest brown eyes back out to the sea. Isabelle followed his tail of vision and smiled. Nothing at all.
"Jack fell asleep. And I don't know why, but I need to be on deck," Isabelle said and Will nodded seriously, like he had the same pull.
"Sometimes you just need to be near the sea," he said and again stared at nothing. Isabelle nodded this time. "How is he?" Will asked, turning his gaze on Isabelle. She smiled out to the ocean and nodded.
"He'll survive," she said weakly.
"He scared you didn't he." It wasn't so much of a question as it was a statement. Isabelle looked at Will and found that he was looking back at her.
"Very much," Isabelle said quietly.
"Understandable. But no matter how many times they try to hang Jack, it doesn't work," Will said gently, almost thoughtful on how the pirate did it. Isabelle smiled and laughed gently. Will smiled back. "I don't know what I would do if Elizabeth was walking to the gallows," he said sadly, studying his hands. "You're very strong, Isabelle Sparrow. A very strong woman." Isabelle didn't remove her eyes from the ocean. She nodded and a tear escaped her eye, soon lost in the waves. She smiled.
"The day that I find that tear, is the day that I will stop loving and worrying about Jack Sparrow," she said and smiled. Will laughed out loud, searching the waters like he was going to find it. He looked back to her and her eyes were bright, no longer dull and worried. Her Jack was back and Will couldn't be happier. His best friend, escaped from the gallows again. Will Tuner, accomplice, twice over. Happily, merrily even. Isabelle sighed. "I'm tired," she said weakly and looked up at Will. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, William, I will see you in the morning," Isabelle said and reached up to hug him tightly. "Say goodnight to Elizabeth for me, darling." And she walked away, back to the man she loved in her bed.
She sauntered in the room, smiling when she found Jack sprawled out on their bed, his face calm and relaxed. She slipped off her robe and set it on the chair, padding over to the bed and removing the covers from under Jack. She laid them gently on top of her husband, sitting down next to him and leaning on the pillows. His head was against her chest and she stroked his relaxed brow, still not wanting to sleep, not wanting to take her eyes off of Jack for fear he would disappear.
She smiled as his shy brown eyes opened slowly and he looked up at her with such adoration. "Hello, Jack," she whispered. Jack's shy dark eyes brightened.
"Hello, Isabelle," he huskily whispered back to her, a small smile playing at his lips. "I love you, Is," he whispered, his eyes closing but opening shortly after. Isabelle's thick black hair hung at the side of her head, veiling the sides of their faces. Her lips made a short journey down to his tanned forehead and pressed gently against his smooth skin. Jack reached up a lazy hand and pulled her face farther down to his lips and they shared a soft, shy kiss. Her hair tickled his chest and neck as she kissed him lovingly. He gently pulled her so she was laying beside him and under the covers. She rested her chin on his bare chest and kissed it twice before closing her eyes.
"I love you too, Jack," she whispered and that was the last thing Jack heard before sleep claimed him once again.
------------------------------------------------
That was that! Hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned folks, they still have to GET to the Amazon. This will be long and painful. For Jack sillies, it will be fun and hilarious for the rest of us! Alright alright, comment! Here's your quote, ladies.
When I was younger, I had everything to dance for and nothing to lose. Now, as a young woman, I have nothing to dance for and everything to lose.
I have to say, this is actually something I came up with one night. Don't make fun of it, I like it! Lol lot's of love!
-Desperado
