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There was a terrible chorus of disappointment and Isabelle had a wonderful idea. "But, if ye let us stay the night, I'm sure our cabin boys would love te tell ye tales of our great adventures," Isabelle said and their faces instantly brightened. "Do we have an accord?" she said in her dangerous pirate accent. A good looking man stepped forward and held out his hand to Isabelle. She lowered her sword and shook it. "On one condition…" she heard Ana and Elizabeth cough behind her and smiled. "Ye don't chase me boys," she said and they smiled.
"Agreed!" the man said in a sickeningly happy voice. He shook her hand like a little girl at a tea party and she laughed when her handshake was the manly one. They sheathed their swords and smiled to each other. Oh boy did those men owe them for this one. "One more thing," the man said. Isabelle turned around to the man with her eyebrows raised. "They stay in the cloths," he said and she turned to Elizabeth and Ana. They nodded their heads vigorously.
"Agreed," Isabelle said simply and smiled. That would definitely not be a problem. "Ye stay here with yer…posse, and we'll go talk to our boys. Be right back," she said and the three 'fearsome' pirates waltzed off to the hut they had seen their husbands run into.
"Very good pirate accent. You do know you'll have to keep it up all night." Isabelle smiled.
"So will you. We're all fearsome pirates," she said and Elizabeth groaned. They walked into the hut, one by one and looked around in the darkness. Out of nowhere, they were attacked. Isabelle was forced to the ground with strong arms around her and she saw Elizabeth and Ana in the same predicament.
"Jest let us go to our wives and we'll leave!" she heard Jack say frantically behind her. At once she stopped fighting; she knew Jack was holding her. She instead she turned around in his embrace and kissed him full on the lips, pulling his head closer to hers. Jack thought it was a man at first, but her smell filled his senses and he was blinded by her lips on his. He returned the kiss and pulled her closer to him. "Where have ye been?" he asked and she laughed. Obviously, the other had found out that the men that had pulled them down were of no threat too.
"Here's how it's going down tonight, Jack," Isabelle said and Jack rolled his eyes. "We're the most fearsome pirates in the whole ocean. You're out cabin boys, so the story goes. I saved your life, you lie, we're square." Jack and Elizabeth looked at each other, knowing Jack had said those words to her, except a little differently. Jack laughed and nodded.
"Deal," he said and Isabelle kissed him again.
"Don't you scare me like that, Jack," she said in a low voice so only he could hear. Jack smiled down at her and kissed her forehead.
"Ready?" Ana asked and they all got to their feet.
When they walked out, the men were all back in their little cloths and sitting around a bonfire a little ways off the beach. Jack groaned and Isabelle laughed, pulling him behind her as she raced off down the beach. The other four were already ahead of them and Jack was adamant. "Oh, honestly, Jack. What's the matter with a few men?" she asked and Jack grunted.
"What's the matter with you and me stayin' righ' here fer the night," he said in a low voice and pulled Isabelle into a kiss. She smiled in his kiss and pulled away.
"Nope. For once I want to be the most fearsome pirate." Jack smiled proudly. "And I want to show off my husband in his little outfit," she said and ran away as Jack started for her. She laughed and laughed as Jack chased her on the beach around the circle of men and women. Jack caught up with her and tackled her to the sand, straddling her waist and holding her arms above her head. She squirmed and laughed so hard she thought she was going to explode. Elizabeth walked up to them just as Jack was about to lean into Isabelle.
"What are ye doin'?" she asked in a perfect pirate accent. Jack stopped what he was planning on doing and looked at Isabelle questioningly as to who that voice belonged to and where it suddenly came from.
"That's no Anamaria…"
"Nah mate," Elizabeth said and giggled. Jack turned around, climbing off Isabelle and smiled at Elizabeth.
"Lizzy! Me little Lizzy all grown up and talkin' like a scallywag!" Jack exclaimed and hugged her tightly, twirling her around in his arms. She laughed as she held onto him and Isabelle smiled brightly, the light from the fire flickering off her bright Spanish eyes.
The rest of the night was spent celebrating. Isabelle and Jack danced around happily and Will and Elizabeth told them great stories of passion, lies, and betrayal. They told them the story of Jack and Isabelle. Of how they met, of how they lived and loved. Oh how they were truly one. Elizabeth and Will captivated the hearts and minds of the natives and they were soon begging on their hands and knees for more tales of the great Isabelle Sparrow and the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. So naturally, Will and Elizabeth made them up. Everything from walking on water to making life threatening bets with mermaids and sirens. The Sparrows were very notorious indeed.
By the end of the night, Isabelle and Jack Sparrow were two names that lived on the tips of everyone's tongues. Will and Elizabeth had no idea how fascinated they would become with the stories of Jack and Isabelle. But when the thought about it, it was a romantic story. A story that they would tell their children and potentially Jack and Isabelle's children. The entire Caribbean would know by the next generation if the natives kept spreading the world like the wildfire it had become.
Jack and Isabelle sat off on the beach with each other, blissfully unaware of the tales that were being spread in their names. They smiled and laughed with each other, Isabelle relishing in Jack's company. His disposition was so peaceful and carefree. He was happy to sit on the beach on a little island with is one true love. With his sun and moon. Isabelle. His hand found hers an he held her hand tightly as she watched the black night sky meet the dark waters. She smiled at the horizon, knowing she was sharing something they both loved dearly with each other.
Elizabeth watched as Will told another story. "But Jack Sparrow was determined. He knew she would be there and she wouldn't let him die. Not alone, not ever alone." She smiled at the awed faces of the natives and laughed when Will would jump or make sound effects. Telling stories about their friends was easy. They had lived it. They were in the stories. They were the story makers and the story tellers. They couldn't have dreamed of a better way to spend a night.
Near the fire sat an unusual pair. Ana and James smiled and laughed with each other, getting to be friends awfully fast. Ana had a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind, but James had traits that rivaled hers. Hence, they got along magnificently. Sometimes they would stop and listen to Elizabeth and Will tell far fetched stories of Jack and Isabelle, and they would laugh together, thinking of the looks on the couples faces if they only knew. They were alone at the fire, all the natives surrounding Will and Elizabeth and Jack and Isabelle were sitting at the edge of the beach, letting the waves wash over their bare feet. The sun had been down for a good four hours, so James figured it was around one in the morning, give or take. He could see Ana's eyes close sometimes from weariness and he would smile, thinking a bed wouldn't be too bad.
Eventually Will and Elizabeth put a stop to their enchanting stories and the natives made their way back to the fire where Ana and James were still sitting, talking and laughing with each other. Jack and Isabelle were summoned over and Jack sat as close to Isabelle as he possibly could to avoid the other men. The same men that were still coming on to him. Isabelle rested her cheek against his shoulder as she listened to the men talk around her and laughed when she could make out a word or two. The man sitting next to Jack leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Isabelle watched as Jack's lip curled and his eyes narrowed at the man.
"Ew," he said simply and got up, sitting on the other side of Isabelle between her and Elizabeth. And just to be sage, he wrapped his arms around them both.
AN hour late, Isabelle looked around at the sleepy figures of her friends and husband. She rose to her feet and cleared her throat. "Sorry mates. I think we need te sleep now," she said sweetly and suppressed a yawn herself. Two men stood and showed them where they would be sleeping. Jack and Isabelle go a very large hut while Elizabeth, Will, James and Ana got ones a little smaller. They nodded their thanks and disappeared inside the huts, tired and ready for bed after a long and trying day.
Jack woke early the next morning, sneaking into the hut across the way for his normal clothes. Sure, Isabelle had liked him sleeping half naked all night up against her skin, but it was hell on his ass. He saw someone lying on his shirt and mentally kicked himself. He looked around and saw Will bending over a man trying to get his breeches. Will looked up and looked exasperated. "You too?" Will whispered.
"Yeah," Jack said shortly and started to gently lift the man's head off his shirt sleeve. He found his breeches lying in the corner along with his striped red and white sash and his hat. His buckle though was a whole different story. This was actually on someone. Jack stood over the man wearing his belt buckle, mortified. He wanted his buckle, and he would not stop until he got it. He looked over to Will and sighed, seeing Will having a similar problem concerning a pair of boots. Jack bent down slowly and quietly, afraid he would disturb someone and then the whole hut would be up in arms. He worked the leather strap through the bronze buckle with his nimble fingers and his steady hands. The buckle was undone, but there was still the matter of getting it out from underneath the man. Jack slid his hand under the man gently and pushed his back up a little so he could pull out his favorite buckle. Without warning, the man rolled over and Jack was trapped underneath. Will looked over and his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open at the poor, poor captain.
Jack held his breath and closed his eyes tightly, completely and utterly disgusted. Oh, how he was horrified. "William!" Jack hissed and Will came padding over lightly and still wide eyed. "Help me!" Jack hissed through his teeth and Will looked at the naked man lying on top of Jack. He and Jack still had the decency of wearing their little cloths.
"Dear God," Will said quietly as he gently lifted the man off Jack just enough so Jack could slide under. This time, Jack didn't forget the buckle. Jack jumped to his feet and immediately started brushing himself off and making the most hilarious faces. Will and Jack grabbed their effects and dashed out of the hut, both greatly disturbed and disgusted.
Jack and Will appeared fully dressed, to the native's disappointment. Isabelle smiled at her husbands ability to trick and scam people. She hadn't even known he was gone that morning. She stepped up in front of the men with her hands defiantly on her hips and a small smile at her lips. Elizabeth and Ana were next to her with the same determined looks in their eyes and the same dangerous posture. "Thanks very much fer lettin' us stay," Isabelle said and Elisabeth nodded her head, still keeping a straight face.
"But…" Jack prompted her. She glared at him and he clasped his hands in front of his now fully clothed front.
"But, we really must be goin' soon," she said shortly and the natives visibly slumped. "Sorry," Isabelle said raising an eyebrow.
"Where are you going?" one asked and Isabelle cocked her head to the side. She slipped a look and Jack and he nodded.
"To the Amazon," she said and the man nodded. Their eyes brightened and they looked at Isabelle. They looked from her to Elizabeth to Ana and they all cringed. "What?" she asked slowly.
"The Amazon was once tribal grounds. You must be marked," he said and Isabelle's eyes widened. "Are they marked?" Jack immediately pulled up his sleeve and showed them and they nodded. He side stepped and smiled knowingly. Isabelle turned on him.
"When were you planning on telling us that we needed to be…marked?" she asked in a low voice. Jack didn't have the time to respond. A cheer went up through the crowd and before she knew it, Isabelle was being lightly directed to sit near the remains of last night's fire. She shot a pleading look at Jack and he rolled his eyes, sitting down next to her. When they went off to get their supplies, Isabelle faced her husband. "Jack? What's this?" she asked and furrowed her brow.
"Well, love, ye see here's the thing. The Amazon was tribal lands and to walk on their holy ground, ye have te be marked."
"Marked. What like, branded?" she asked. Jack shoo, her head.
"Nah, love. Like tattooed." Isabelle's eyes widened in shock.
"No one told me about a tattoo," she said angrily and pleadingly.
"Don't worry. I have a few meself," he said and showed her all of his tattoos. Well, not all of them.
"What, like too many holy grounds?" she said sarcastically.
"Actually yes. Every time I visit one, they insist I get another. Thank God this time I don't have te. I'm runnin' outa room." He said and smiled reassuringly.
"Jack," Isabelle whined.
"Isabelle," Jack said and kissed her forehead. "Ye'll be fine. I'm right here," he said soothingly as a few men approached them with the most peculiar looking things Isabelle had ever seen. All she knew was that one of the "things" was a little too sharp for her comfot. She looked to Elizabeth who was glaring at her husband.
"Do Will and James need one too?" Isabelle asked, reluctant to give the man her arm.
"Yep," Jack said shortly. "No, no mate. Where she can cover it up. Here." Jack turned Isabelle around so her back was facing them and brushed her hair aside, revealing her shoulder blade. "Right there, careful," he said and smiled as they grabbed his arm to look at it. She sat between Jack's legs with her back turned to the man carving into her skin. Jack held her hands and she was all but snarling at him. The pain was profound and impressive. She never thought it would hurt so much. Each little prick was like stepping on upturned knives. She opened her eyes and watched Elizabeth just about to lose her mind.
"What? He wants to put it where?" she hissed at Will.
"On your hip," Will said quietly. Elizabeth cringed and allowed Will to lay her gently down on the sandy beach.
"This is crazy, utterly superfluous." Will smiled.
"Superfluous?" Elizabeth's eyes shot open and she gripped his hand.
"Yeah, Will, superfluous, unnecessary. NOT NEEDED!" she shrieked.
"What do you want it to be William?" the man asked as he bent over Elizabeth's toned stomach. Will smiled.
"Two crossed swords, one gold, one silver dripping with blood. Small though, about as small as the palm of her hand," Will said devilishly and Elizabeth looked over at him, shocked.
"What was that?" she asked but it was too late, the man began carving into her tanned hip.
James backed away from the needle and Ana stood firmly behind him. "Just do it, Jimmy," she said and sat him down as a man advanced on them. He looked to Ana and she smiled. "make it a sword wrapped in blue and red ribbon," she said and smiled when James looked up at her.
"The royal navy's colors. You are evil," he said and narrowed his eyes at her.
"Put it on his arm like Jack," she said and the man pierced his skin before James could disagree with the obviousness of the placing.
Elizabeth leaped to her feet after the man told her she was done and instantly regretted moving so fast. Her whole hip and stomach area was sore from the bloody tattoo. She pushed Will down to the beach and pulled his sleeve up on his right arm. "Make it a black and white pearl," she said and smiled as the man went to work. She rubbed her hip as she sat next to Will. He winced a few times, but other than that he sat perfectly still. She had squirmed the whole time, letting a few colorful words slip here and there.
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