Oh, alright I thought my updating was bad last time, but this is terrible. Ha. Sorry my social life got the best of me! But I haven't forgotten about you darlings! Alright, alright, here are my thanks! I heart coffee: Thank you I'm super glad you like it! Lol I know how you feel, I'm sleepy all the time! Xox. Alonefreehearted: well I'm glad you remembered Isabelle's "son" haha. More William and Katherine to come! Xox. Doppleganger86: hello darling! I'm glad you thought my chapter was amazing! Thank you thank you thank you! Xox. Tk421beth(y): Beth, Beth, Beth! Lincoln was astonishing and the night life was so much fun! The Ellis Store was wonderful with the fireplace and the soft couches! Johnny and I loved all the food Emilio ordered for us and we thank you terribly. We will pay next time! (Johnny shouts "We love you Bethy" and bows gracefully) haha! He's a character isn't he? Ah well, we shall meet in Sydney, Australia next time and I hope you bring your bathing suit! I hear the surf is amazing! Catch ya on the flip side, mate! Xox.
Here they are, your favorite couple, Jack and Isabelle Sparrow! Crowd cheers
That night when everyone was sound asleep in their comfortable beds, Jack and Isabelle remained on the deck of the Black pearl. Isabelle rested her chest on her arms as she leaned against the railing, looking down into the water, dark as sweet red wine. She hoped to maybe get one small glimpse of the little boy, but for all the time she spent standing there, nothing ever showed. She smiled sadly and threw a glance up to Jack standing peacefully at the helm. "Jack," she called quietly. Jack instantly heard his wife's call and turned his eyes on her, smiling.
"I'm here," he called back. Isabelle nodded her head and looked back down into the nothingness of the water before pushing off the railing and walking barefooted up to the base of the stairs. Jack looked down at her from where he stood, his expression confused. She watched him for a while before she smiled a little. He watched her as she took a deep breath and cocked her head to one side gently, appearing very comfortable.
"Why don't you dance with me anymore?" she asked him, her Spanish lilt washing over him like a gentle current. Even so, his eyes stung with tears at her so innocent question. He let of the wheel and tied it off, slowly making his way over to her. He studied her as he got closer, watching her long black hair twist and turn around her flawless tanned face and stick to her smiling lips, her black eyes bright and full of life. As she stood at the base of his stairs, leading up to his helm, begging for his attention, he obliged willingly without a second thought or care in the world.
She stood a the base of the wooden stairs, her chin tilted up so she could watch him made his way down to her. Her hands gripped the sides of the railings and she smiled so slightly that Jack wondered if it was really a smile and not a delusion. He cocked his head to one side as he made his way, looking at her dark features, just barely illuminated in the dim light. He finally made it down to the end and he reached out, his rough sea's men hands touching her face gently. He brought her head close to his with the back of her neck and kissed her softly, pulling back before she could respond. Without much warning, Jack stole her hands away from the railing and tucked them securely into his own, pulling her along with him as he made their way to the middle of the deck.
"Who says I don't dance with you anymore, love?" he asked her, his accent mild, but there still. She smiled at him and at his light footed dancing, how he moved and swayed right along with the sway of the tide and the gentle bumps in the waves.
"I say it," she whispered as he twirled her around and out of his arms, holding them out for her to come back in. She glided gracefully back into his arms and giggled as he picked her up.
"Well, you're wrong," he whispered into her ear. Her feet had left the wooden deck and they dangled carelessly against Jack's legs as he held her up from under her arms. She spread her arms wide and closed her eyes, nothing could be better than this moment. Nothing could rival the wind her hair and the spray of the dark water on her skin. She had everything she would ever want right in that moment.
He lowered her to the deck slowly and took her up in his arms, standing still and holding her there as she wrapped her arms around his neck lovingly. "I'll dance with you whenever you wish," Jack hummed into her ear as they stood there, unmoving. Isabelle smiled and took his face in both hands, peppering light kisses up and down his jaw and then finally coming in contact with his rosy lips.
And they did dance. They danced the night away to the beat of their own music. It was a strange sight to see. An endearing woman, a beautiful, shining woman, and a notorious, roguishly handsome pirate captain coming together as one. How charmingly they flitted across the barren deck of the ebony ship, with such grace and ease. Her black hair falling in behind her as the pirate danced her round and round. They danced all night and then the morning stretched out its rosy fingers, they stopped slowly and retired to their cabin, tired and beaming with love for the other.
Night after night they would glide around with each other. They would sometimes stand next to each other at the railing, watching the deep blue waves tumble around underneath them. Isabelle would always be searching for something but Jack would be completely content with standing next to the woman he loved. Nothing, however, could distract Isabelle from the man standing beside her for long and soon they would fall into each other's arms, laughing and smiling. Sometimes they would play around as they danced they would bow deeply to each other and Jack would stand at perfect attention, holding out his stiff hand for Isabelle to take in her own delicate one. She would curtsey, even though she had no dress of any sort on, and she would drape her tanned hand over Jack's and giggle incessantly. He would then throw her around and she would double over laughing at his unusual antics. She could barely stand up, then Jack would take her whole body in his arms and twirl her around and around, laughing as she would scream with delight.
Morning dawned on them much too soon and the Sparrow's fled to their cabin, Jack chasing Isabelle the whole way there.
"Captain!" someone shouted the next morning, or early afternoon. Jack's eyes shot open and Isabelle shifted next to him. Without a knock at the door, Litler came in with smiling eyes matching his face. "Land."
Within minutes, Jack and Isabelle accompanied Litler to the deck and watched as the Island of the Amazon came into perfect view. "Captain, please tell me we don't have to deal with no natives again," Gibbs muttered. Jack looked to Isabelle whose eyes widened at the very thought.
"Jack," she warned.
"No. Maybe. I don't know," he said and sighed. Elizabeth looked at him with astonishment.
"Jack, you can't be serious. I don't want to be tied to another pole," she said and Isabelle stepped up next to her.
"I can't blame her," Isabelle muttered.
"Everyone just…just calm down. I'm sure they will be more… welcoming than the last little group we happened to come across, savvy?" he slurred and Elizabeth eyed him with all the poison from the darts the last natives had shot at her. "Alright, here's what's going to happen. Elizabeth and William, James, Ana, and of course, Isabelle, you're all with me. Litler, take your group and head up the beach after us. Wait a few minutes of course." Litler nodded and yelled for his group to ready themselves and walked off, starting the commotion aboard the Black Pearl.
Isabelle and Elizabeth walked arm and arm up the beach, completely comfortable with the surroundings given. They chatted and laughed while Ana, Jack, Will, and James walked themselves seriously up the beach. Isabelle and Elizabeth figured that nothing could be worse than last time. They must've fallen back from the group a little because they were nowhere to be found. "Shit," Elizabeth cursed and Isabelle looked around quickly, letting go of Elizabeth and pulling the dagger out of the sheath she had strapped to her thigh. Elizabeth followed in suit and they cautiously made their way through the thick underbrush and the moist soil that squished beneath their booted feet. "This is what we get for thinking nothing bad was going to happen," Elizabeth muttered as they approached a clearing.
Jack and Will were absolutely beside themselves. They looked high and low, climbed trees, dashed into caves, searched the water fronts, and surveyed the jungle from the top of the hills. Their wives were nowhere to be seen, or heard. "Where could they have gone," Jack growled as he walked briskly through the bright green trees and bushes. "Where are they," he growled again, this time his anger subsiding leaving a worried question instead of an angry one. They were in unidentified terrain, they didn't know quite where they had left the ship back on the beach, and they sure as hell didn't know what was out there in the jungle. Jack didn't even know where to begin searching.
"Elizabeth! Isabelle!" Obviously, Will had resorted to shouting.
Isabelle and Elizabeth were deaf to the callings of their husbands for they were far out of a sufficient range. They ducked below the many branched of the trees that had looked like they were from a different planet entirely and they were careful of where they stepped because of the any little creatures they had already stepped on in the journey back to familiar surroundings. "Everything looks exactly the same. Everywhere," Isabelle whined as they trudged through an inch of water thus soaking their boots inside and out. "And now my boots are wet. How pleasant this little expedition turned out to be," she snarled, shaking her boots when they were clear of the water.
"It's so much bloody fun," Elizabeth said through gritted teeth while she struggled with a branch that had snapped back and hit her in the face. The clearing seemed nothing but farther away now and they sighed in frustration at the never ending tree lined path they walked on. In a few minutes, they reached the clearing and they both stumbled out of the thick trees and fell to their knees, looking around instantly.
"Oh, hello. I hope we weren't…disturbing anything…" Isabelle said sarcastically as she spotted a woman crouching down with one leg stretched out over the water, shimmering golden in the bright sunlight. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders gracefully and her green eyes watched the water, not spotting the two dirty women that had stumbled in on her ungracefully. She wore brown leather shoes, apparently hand made and all she wore to cover up her deeply tanned skin was a small cloth, resting low on her hips and some more cloth, all green in color, covering her chest. She wore golden bands on her upper arms and two golden bands around her calves. Hanging from the connecting point on her cloth hiding her chest, hung an emerald surrounded by gold chains, hitting her torso lightly when she moved.
Suddenly she looked up, her green eyed flashing at the sight of the invaders and she pulled out her bow and arrow. Elizabeth cursed. "No! No, we're alright!" she shouted and the golden haired woman lowered her bow, her brow furrowing. "Please, don't shoot," Elizabeth panted and the beautiful woman rose to her feet, lowering her bow to her side. She approached Isabelle and Elizabeth and stood close to them, looking them over with mild concern.
"Who are you?" she asked, her accent French if anything.
"I'm Isabelle Sparrow and this is my friend, Elizabeth Turner." The woman's eyes widened and she leaned in closer still.
"How do I know if you are really a Sparrow?" she asked, her green eyes watching Isabelle very closely. Elizabeth spoke up.
"Because she has the tattoo of her husband…"
"Husband?"
"Yes, Jack Sparrow is my husband," Isabelle said, confused by this woman.
"He is still alive? How is he?"
"He's fine, he's actually out there somewhere. We got lost, we don't know where we are," Isabelle said and the woman nodded.
"The tattoo?" Elizabeth helped Isabelle pull down the back of her shirt, revealing her tanned shoulder blade and the image of a sparrow flying across the water. The golden haired beauty pulled away from Isabelle in awe and then came closer again.
"Any friends of Jack Sparrow are always welcomed here. And especially his pretty wife," the woman said and Isabelle smiled at her in thanks. "And yours?" The strange woman asked Elizabeth.
"Here," Isabelle said softly and pulled Elizabeth's shirt up a tad so the woman could see that she too was marked. The blonde woman nodded prettily.
"We'll find your husband, but please, come with my back to my town and we'll fix you right up." Isabelle and Elizabeth thought a few more hours back in the jungle would do their husbands some good. They were always worried about their husbands, now it was time for their husbands to worry about them.
They followed the spry woman into the heart of a great city, with walls of gold and green and richly decorated lights and doors. Everything was so beautifully done it took their breath away. "Beautiful, is it not?" the woman asked and Elizabeth and Isabelle nodded their heads in unison, making the woman walking before them giggle. She led them straight into the very center of the city where everything seemed more beautiful than it was before. Here, in this uncharted city with no name, the streets were lined with golden flowers and cloths of green and gold silk and satin hung from every street corner and every light. The houses were of strange shape, no house holding the same shape as the one next to it and there houses were enormous. Much larger than even the finest house in Port Royal. The doors to each house were grand and studded with golden bolts. It seemed that everything was going by a green and gold theme.
The mysterious woman led them up the golden steps leading to two tremendous doors painted dark green with golden silk cloths draped over them in an exquisite manner of decoration. Upon seeing her, the guards at the door bowed deeply, much like Jack when he was mocking James, and opened the great doors for her with a mighty tug. She glided inside and Elizabeth and Isabelle were frozen solid at the threshold. When the woman noticed that the pitter of footprints behind her had died, she looked over her shoulder to see her guests standing in awe of her palace. She spread her arms wide and smiled brightly. "This is my home. My name is Diana, Queen of the Amazon," she said, her gentle voice echoing through her great halls. "I'm sorry I did not tell you earlier." Isabelle and Elizabeth shook their heads, dismissing the apology. Diana linked her arms with theirs and smiled. "Come," she said and led the two awe struck women through the halls of her palace.
The walls were white with golden crown molding on the top and bottom. Green hold leaves spun and traveled their way up the walls, not reaching the top on any occasion. The floors were marble with green and golden shimmering specks inlaid and no matter which angle you looked at them, they shimmered back at you. The ceilings differed from the green and gold theme and instead portrayed different scenes that no doubt happened in the queen's life sometime, for there was always a golden haired woman standing somewhere in the picture. The paintings that hung from the walls were of men and women dressed extravagantly in beautiful dresses of the finest quality and crowns that shined brightly. No matter what sex, man or woman, the person was always immensely beautiful, with glowing smiles and cunning serious faces. Diana smiled as Isabelle and Elizabeth took in the wonder of her palace.
She led them into her private chambers and flitted her wrists at the guards that had accompanied them through the hallways. Isabelle and Elizabeth were both grabbed by two maids each and hurried away to a nearby bathroom filled with gold and silver everything. "Diana, what's going on," Isabelle warned in a low undertone that she hadn't even used with Jack yet. Her initial reaction was to fight these women, but held fast to her temper. They were in the queen's private rooms.
"Don't worry, my child. They're just going to get you cleaned and dressed. There will be a feast in your honors tonight!" Diana exclaimed and smiled widely at the thought of a feast. Isabelle and Elizabeth both visibly relaxed immediately and nodded at each other just before they were pulled apart. "Pippin!" she called and a man entered the room. "I need you to search the jungle for a Captain Jack Sparrow and his companions. Bring them all. There will be a great feast tonight, alert the chef." Pippin nodded and left the queen's chambers. Diana walked into the bathroom where Isabelle and Elizabeth sat soaking in separate tubs next to each other. "How do you like it?" she asked and Isabelle smiled.
"Well, Jack would love it," she said and Diana smiled thankfully.
"Tell me about Mr. Sparrow. I have not seen him in many years." Isabelle and Elizabeth both willingly started to tell her many stories of the said Mr. Sparrow. Some were funny, and some were sad, but they were mostly erratic and stupid. Diana laughed at the story of Jack and the tribe they had just left. The great queen's eyes wateredat the mention of Jack's near death hanging and smiled warmly at Isabelle for saving his life time and time again. It was clear, that in Diana's eyes, Isabelle was a hero. Diana begged the two pruning women from more stories when they had almost run out.
"Wait, your highness. They must dress first," one of her maids said and Diana nodded as Isabelle and Elizabeth stepped out of the tub.
"What would you like to wear?" she asked them, leading them both to a closer adjacent from her own royal closet. She was still walking about in her hunting clothes, but neither her, nor her maids seemed to mind much. Isabelle and Elizabeth stood before all her wonderful dresses and smiled brightly at each other. "You pick what you wish and I will be right back." Isabelle ran her hands over the many dresses and her hands finally came to rest of a long red dress with two strips of red silk falling gracefully behind the dress like two red waterfalls. The front of the dress was lined with actual gold and stopped where the fabric met under her arms. The front dipped dangerously low and revealed her belly button; she thought Jack would enjoy that. It was certainly an intricate dress, nothing like a proper British dress for there was nothing to go underneath. She wasn't wearing any kind of slip, she was completely naked underneath the thin silk. The maid led her out of the closet, leaving Elizabeth and her maid to pick out a dress.
Finally, Elizabeth settled on a grey and red wrap. The maid knew exactly what to do even though Elizabeth was still in the dark about the dress. The maid stuck a golden cup over one of her breasts which molded itself to the exact shape and size once applied, and she did the same for the other, hooking them together in the middle with a red and gold dangling hook. She then wrapped the grey and red silk about her waist where she tied it off, leaving some material. With the excess material, she threw it over Elizabeth's shoulder and let it flow behind her as she walked. She looked absolutely stunning.
When the two women met each other in the open they squealed and hugged, staring at each other. "You look absolutely wonderful, Lizzy!" Isabelle yelled and Elizabeth laughed.
"I do! What about you, what will Jack say about this!" she asked and laid a hand on her exposed stomach making Isabelle giggle incessantly. They both stopped laughing at stared as Diana reentered the room looking exquisite. Her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders in braids and curls, reaching her mid back. She wore a green wrap which she tied around her waist very low and criss-crossed behind her to cover up her chest. Black lace dipped out of the bottom of the cloth around her chest and was threaded into the cross on her back. She wore a crown of gold that came to a point and sat proudly, perched atop her golden mane. Isabelle and Elizabeth were speechless.
"What, you did not think I could clean up?" Diana asked and then laughed along with the two pirates. "Ladies," she called and the two maids that had dressed Isabelle and Elizabeth before came forward with her crowned jewels. "Pick," she said simply. "They're yours to keep," she whispered and the two women's faces lit up.
Before long, Isabelle had golden chandelier earrings dangling fro her ears and a necklace that stretched its long jewel studded chains about her bare chest. And from Elizabeth's ears hung the same earrings in different colors and a necklace so extravagant she felt like a princess. Diana reappeared with a crown for each of them and placed it upon their heads. "There is one thing. While you are here, you must wear these bands. If you don't trouble will follow you," she warned and slipped the bands up the women's arms until they stuck. "Perfect." The two women dripped with finely crafted gold and they loved every minute of it. Isabelle and Elizabeth walked with her to the dining hall which was decorated with green silk and gold. The floor was sprinkled with gold dust, sticking to the bottom hem of their dresses.
Elizabeth and Isabelle searched the crowd frantically for their husbands and friends. They were no where to be found. Diana approached them from behind and smiled. "They are here." Isabelle and Elizabeth dashed past her and caught sight of Jack's black mane.
"Jack!" Isabelle called and Jack turned his head, his eyes widening at the black haired goddess running toward him.
"Isabelle?" he called back. She didn't have time to reply; she leaped into his open arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him deeply.
"I'm sorry I left you in the jungle," she whispered and kissed him again.
"I can't even believe that's ye!" he said and set her on the ground, holding her at arms length to get a good look at her. "Ye look…beautiful," he said and let his eyes linger at her exposed flesh.
"Jack!" she chided and he smiled innocently up at her like nothing ever happened.
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