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Thank you for sticking with this story... I know I'm getting bad at updating but I've had a lot going on in the past few months.. Hopefully everything will get back on track soon! Alright, here are my thanks! I heart coffee: no I will not stop writing this story until it is completed! Thanks for your review! Alonefreehearted: thanks! I'm glad you liked the backstory, I thought it was kinda cool how it all tied into everything.. I made it up one day in the shower lol. Thanks! Amalthea727: thanks! Yes I know, finally some woman power, right! I'm glad you liked it, keep reviewing! Moonshine07: thanks for all the wonderful reviews and all the support! I'm really glad you liked the chapters you read and hopefully you can catch up to this one! Keep reading, I love the feedback! And lastly, Emilios loofah: ahh you changed your penname and got me all mixed up! Lol.. I had the other one memorized and everything! But here! You and Emilio are getting married and I can't believe me and Johnny are getting married! It will be a wonderful ceremony and a wonderful...shopping spree afterward! I'm glad you liked the chapter and I loved the little quote you left me it was pretty funny! I think we need to have the wedding in Nassau where the sun is always shining and it is bright and beautiful! But whatever you think! Review and put in your thoughts! ONCE again thank you all for your lovely reviews!- - -

Dinner was soon wrapped up and Diana set out with one of her advisors on her late evening walks. All the wonderful guests had exited, shaking hands, kissing, hugging, and smiling at the pirates on their way out. Jack and Isabelle watched them all leave, striding down the white, shining steps of the palace and out into the gold rimmed streets. They smiled as they watched the people they had become acquainted with saunter out gracefully with laughter in their hearts. It had been the best dinner they had ever had, and they enjoyed all the pleasurable company. Elizabeth and Will had retired to their room, tired and lost in their love, so Jack and Isabelle decided to roam around Diana's great palace, in search of nothing in particular.

Isabelle leaned into Jack's side as they walked, hand in hand, through the dimly lit halls and she looked up, admiring the beautiful portraits over head. Jack noticed her head thrown all the way back on her neck and smiled, looking up with her. "Their beautiful, aren't they?" Jack asked, lowering his head back down while Isabelle still kept her neck skyward.

"Yes," she whispered. Jack slowed down so she could see everything that was up there. She caught a glimpse of what looked like a coronation ceremony It was Diana dressed in an impeccably white gown with a golden crown being gently placed on top of her blonde mane. Isabelle stared in awe but furrowed her brow when the scene flowed into another. Obviously they were going back in time. It was a large crowd, with a dark haired woman standing solemnly on the gallows, her head down and her arms tied tightly in front of her. There was a man with a noose, ready to place it firmly around her neck and as Isabelle looked to the right of the woman ready for execution, she saw a blonde haired queen standing on a balcony just in front of a dark haired man standing behind a green and gold curtain. She smiled, it was her Jack.

As the scene flowed into another, Isabelle stopped so she could see all the details. Jack looked up with her and his eyes widened. It was him and his mates, surging the gates of the palace, swords drawn and faces dark. Especially his. He had murder in his eyes and hatred as he was positioned, leaping in mid air for the next step. His hair flew all around his strong shoulders and his mouth was open in a silent cry. Never had Isabelle seen Jack so unnerving before. She noticed Litler in the background, his curly hair falling in his eyes, and his pistol pointed straight in the air, ready for battle. Jack and his mates looked positively fearsome, and now Isabelle knew just what reputation preceded him.

Jack winced as he looked up at that picture with the sky dark and angry behind him and his eyes spelling murder. He never wanted Isabelle to see him like that, and he knew she was confused, but understanding. So as the malicious picture flowed into the next one, she smiled her brightest. It was Diana being helped by Jack out of the wooden platform and Jack looking over his shoulder with a humorous expression on his face. He held Diana's upper arm as he dragged her along with him. There was smoke all around them from the gun shots being fired and Jack seemed to be looking back at who was so cruelly shooting him. Isabelle laughed and Jack smiled. He remembered this one very well. Isabelle let go of his hand and turned around, keeping her chin held up to the ceiling as she walked. She walked past the queen's escape, past Jack's mad surge, and past Ana Lucia's hanging. She found herself at a piece of ceiling that stretched from ground to ground, coming up over the ceiling. Like a giant bridge of picture.

Jack chased her down the hallway and almost ran into her as she stopped, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Jack looked at her for some time before daring to look up. It was her and Elizabeth, being confronted by the queen in the jungle on one wall. It was Isabelle's profile, showing the queen her tattoo and the queen smiling at the picture of a sparrow flying over the water. She took a deep breath as she tilted her head back to see the next image of her and Elizabeth walking into a room filled with people. They were both wearing the outfits and jewels the queen had provided for them, it looked stunning. But Isabelle caught herself when her deep eyes traveled down the opposite wall. She gasped and looked straight into the dark, chocolate eyes of a baby boy swaddled in a dark green blanket with gold, satin edges. It wasn't the baby that kept her standing in awe, it was who was around the child. She, Isabelle Sparrow, held a baby boy in her arms with her dark black hair damp and sticking to her forehead. And it was Jack Sparrow kneeling before her and the child, smiling his brightest with his golden teeth glinting off some source of light.

Jack came and stood next to her, staring into the picture of his family. It was remarkable. He couldn't believe his eyes, nor could he control the feeling that stirred in his stomach. Isabelle walked up to the picture, her red dress dragging on the floor behind her as she approached the little boys face. Timidly, she placed a hand against the boys cheek and she knew right away what his name was. William. It was her William from her dreams. It was the same William that danced circles around Jack's legs and clung to Jack's arm, begging to be lifted up by just the pirate's arm. It was the same, curly haired, feisty, sword fighting boy she knew from her dreams. She knew him, she knew him. "Oh my God, Jack," she whispered, so silent, Jack thought it was the wind coming in through the windows.

"Isabelle," he cooed, stepping closer to her and placing his hand on the small of her back. She whirled around, smiling with tears falling from her eyes.

"Is this going to be?" she asked him tenderly through her tears. Jack held onto her upper arms and smiled down at her.

"Not if you don't want it to be." She laughed and turned her head around to look at the perfect scene that unfolded in the beautiful painting.

"That's what I want," she whispered gently, watching to see how he would react. To her surprise Jack smiled and laughed, pulling her in tightly and wrapping his comfortable arms around her tiny body. "Oh my God," she mumbled into his chest. He took a deep breath as he eyed the portrait, so pure and so full of sun and energy. This was the baby he knew to be real. The boy he had picked up so many times and whipped around like a true son. The boy he wished and hoped and prayed for.

It was early morning when Jack woke up. Isabelle was gone and he was panicked for a moment. His breath caught, he forgot to breathe, but he relaxed. This was Diana's palace and nothing would happen to her. Not with Diana around. That's why he didn't understand the reason he threw back the covers in a flourish and leaped, shirtless and messed, from the bed and from the warm he was so used to. His bare feet smacked lightly against the white marble floors as he reached the heavy wooden doors, leaning in and pulling on them to get them open. His long black hair tickled his back and completely covered his bare shoulders, so he thought that qualified as a temporary shirt.

He crept out of his cool room and into the dark, still hallways of the great palace. He would soon be lost if he didn't figure out some sort of way to get to Isabelle. As he tossed his dark head back and forth, trying to find something that looked like a little woman running from place to place, but he could find no such thing. He blinding started walking in the direction of the dining hall, hoping to get his bearings from there. He walked around in a sleepy daze, his eyes still cloudy from sleep and his brain still a little relaxed and easy. So when he heard someone behind him, he whirled around and grabbed them, pulling them close so their back was to his chest. He held them in a tight grip, with one hand around their waist and one near their neck.

"Jack!" someone shrieked and that someone sounded oddly like Elizabeth Turner. "What are you doing!" she hollered and Jack immediately let up on his tight hold on her.

"Liz?" he asked gently.

"Yes, Jack you crazy bastard! What are you doing!" she hissed and turned around in his arms, looking at his face. "Oh, Jack. What's the matter?" she asked, her tone light and airy, afraid of angering the pirate captain.

"Have you seen Isabelle?" he asked, his black mane shifting over his skin as he turned his head in search of her. Elizabeth knew the sound in his voice and she saw the passionate look in his eyes. He was afraid.

"Jack, don't be afraid. She's here somewhere," she cooed. Jack looked down at her and raised his eyebrow.

"Missy, I am not afraid, thank you," he scolded and she smiled slightly.

"It's a big palace, you're here and she's nowhere to be found, it's alright to wonder," she said soothingly, placing a loving hand on his arm. He sighed and looked down at her with a little more warmth in his dark brown eyes.

"How are you this morning, love," he asked, pulling her into his side and wrapping his arms around her shoulders warmly. She leaned into his and sighed.

"Alright, but it is awfully dark outside, isn't it?" she asked. "Everyone in the crew is already up and it's just so dark no one wants to do anything but walk around aimlessly," she admitted. Jack laughed lightly and rubbed her arm, still looking futilely for his lost wife. "Fear not, Jack," Elizabeth said pulling away from his loose hold. "She's around," she said and patted him on the shoulder before she went. Jack watched her walk away for a moment before he continued on is journey.

It wasn't long before he gave up and sat himself down on a comfortable couch in a warm room somewhere full of fumes from the garden just outside the window. He was tired, and the darkness was lulling him back to sleep. It was difficult for him to admit defeat, but he knew she was safe, and he knew he was being a little impractical. He laid his head down on the soft cushion and closed his eyes, lacking the familiar warmth of Isabelle in his arms.

"Look what I can do, daddy!" the little child screamed with jubilation as he ran across the bright green lawn. Jack laughed despite himself and the company he was in and walked away from them to see his dark haired son run with all his might to and fro. Isabelle was already guilty of kneeling in the grass with him, her beautiful yellow dress getting dirty already. But Jack knew she could never keep a dress clean for long, she was just too free spirited. Jack leaped over the stone railing and away from Diana's house guests to be with him and his glowing wife. Isabelle smiled up at him from her kneeling position and pointed to their son.

"Show daddy what you can do, darling," she cooed and soon Will was off, leaping and jumping like he had leeches attached to his skin. Jack saw a bit of himself inside of Will as he leaped happily through the perfectly trimmed grass that sunny, warm morning. Jack knew he saw a piece of himself, for he had taught Will everything there was to know about being who he was. Sweet laughter met his ears as he listened to Isabelle laugh, her shoulders trembling and her delicate, tanned hand held politely up to her mouth in a futile attempt to curb her laughter. It was inevitable and soon she was holding her stomach and squeezing her dark brown eyes shut at the sight of her hyper son. Jack was so proud. Even though his son wasn't excelling at horse back riding or reading and writing in Latin, dressing finely and keeping it clean, hunting with the soldiers, or behaving nicely in the presence of elders, Jack was so proud. He was proud of his son's will to grow and transform into the man he wanted to be, not the mad society begged of him. He saw that in his light hearted son. "Oh, what say you to this, daddy?" Isabelle asked with her bright eyes twinkling and her voice thick with laughter. Will ceased jumping and looked over to his beloved dad. He wanted so much to impress Jack that he went to extreme lengths to show him that he was worth something. Jack kneeled in the grass next to Isabelle, dirtying the knees of his white pants, just like he used to, and held his arms out. This triggered something in Will and the young boy came bounding over happily and landed in Jack's open arms. Kissing his forehead and brushing back his dark curls, Jack held him tightly.

"I think it was brilliant. Don't ever lose your sense of wonder," Jack said softly and Will nuzzled his head into the crook of Jack's neck. Jack savored the moment for soon, Will would be too old for such love and tenderness. Soon his baby boy would be a man, and a pirate. Just like daddy.

Jack woke with a smile on his lips and the bright sun glaring in through the windows at him. Without moving, he quickly swept over the room with his eyes and stopped when they caught Isabelle, sitting contentedly in a chair to his left, reading. He sat up in his seat and she lowered her book to her lap and smiled. "Hello, Jack," she whispered, still sensitive to his tender ears. Jack yawned and rubbed his eye with his fist, trying to wake himself up.

"Why good morning, love," he said cheerily, although with a light rasp in his morning voice. "Where were you this morning?" he asked, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning over them. Isabelle rose from her seat and sashayed over, her silk nightgown flowing behind her slowly.

"I was taking a walk with Elis. He's the head of security. He said I couldn't go without him, so I brought him along," she said quietly as she took her seat next to him. He laid his head down in her lap and she welcomed him openly, stroking his long black hair with her hands.

"That's lovely. I just wish you would've told your dear husband so he wouldn't have gotten up before the sun looking for you," he said drowsily. Isabelle giggled and smiled.

"I'm sorry," she cooed. Jack smiled and laughed.

"Forgiven. How long was I asleep?" he asked, his thick accent pouring onto his words now.

"Oh, for about a good two hours," she said airily. Jack blinked. It didn't seem like that long while he was doing the sleeping.

"Christ," he said, shocked.

"Diana walked past and said that whenever you're ready, breakfast will be served." She felt Jack start to get up, but her soft hands held him down without any argument. "No rush, Jack," she whispered and Jack nodded against her stomach, thankful. Isabelle smiled down sweetly at her beloved husband and thought about him. About how he looked so peaceful when he slept, not fighting or killing or swearing, but peaceful and mighty. He was the picture of perfection with his beautifully sculpted face and his soft, kissable lips. She didn't actually get much reading done, looking at and reading Jack's face had kept her busy. She wondered what it would be like when they had a son. If he would change at all or if he would still be the same fun loving man he is now. She smiled, knowing Jack would want their son to have the time of his life, and in doing so, he would teach him how to become a pirate. She found it odd at the thought of her horror had she known about this two years ago, but now she thought it only right to teach the baby about his pirate blood and about the ways of piracy. It was almost a death wish for her son, but she couldn't let him grow up in a world where she knew he wouldn't fit in. "Jack," she whispered, taking a handful of hair in her hand and combing her fingers through it gently.

"Hmm," he mumbled. She ran her hand across his face and to his soft cheek and held it there.

"I love you," she whispered. His face pulled away from her hand and he sat upright, looking straight into her deep Spanish eyes. Pulling her tightly into an embrace, he whispered the three words that she had been pining over. They fluttered through her strands of hair and crept into her ear, holding magic far beyond her comprehension, but she understood, clearly and happily. The sound was tender, satisfying and powerful and when she had the time to drink in the words he had spoken to her, she let out her breath, letting his scent and the feel of his skin underneath hers overcome her.

"I love you," he whispered again and again, until he knew she was satisfied and he knew that he meant every syllable.

Phew that's that!

Took me a while to piece together everything.. The first part I don't like but the second part I adore! Here's your quote and don't forget to review!

A party, lost in its music, a city, lost in its many people, a big school, lost in all its outstanding accomplishments, and a heart, lost in its unmeasurable desire to love again.

-Desperado- Kate