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Hello again lasses! Here's a chapter update for you, and something I forgot to add last chapter was that, the poem.. Or the words that were bold, was not my writing, although it's wonderful, I know. But snaps for Walt Whitman for writing that extraordinary work of art. So.. Cheers, Walt. Here are my thanks! Alonefreehearted: haha thanks for the compliment but sadly, no I didn't write that. But everything in between I did! Yay! I hope you like mini William! Keep reviewing! LadyAmalthea: first of all, you have to tell me what your name means! It's so long! And second of all thank you for your reviews, they're wonderfullll! Keep it up! Rockonallnight: haha LOVE the name. I agree, rock on. But hey, thanks for the review, glad you decided to do it! Very happy! By the way, the poem in Jack's dream is called "O, Captain , My Captain" by Walt Whitman. I loved it when I first read it and the first thing that came to my mind was.. "hey, I need to use that in a story" haha I think it went over pretty well yea? Thanks for the review and keep it up! EmiliosLoofah: ahhh I literally WAIT for your reviews, I love them so much. I seriously will not update until I get word from you that the last chapter was alright. Haha. But really, New Zealand was terrific, Johnny's never had more alcohol in his entire life. He.. Was a little.. Drunk? Yes.. That's the word. Well, I think since I've been picking places left and right, it's only fair for you to pick the next one, so cheers! Tell Emilio we love him and we say hello.
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Isabelle no longer sat in isolation, broken hearted and alone. Instead, she sat outside on the bright green grass, feeling the sun shine down happily on her face and shoulders, and of course, her beautiful baby boy. It was the first time in nearly two weeks that she was able to smell the fresh air and see the birds as they flew through the sky. It had been a few weeks now and she had lost almost all the weight she had gained when she was pregnant with William. Jack kept telling her she looked wonderful when she was 'pleasantly plump', but she was determined, and she felt better than she had ever felt in her life. William was like a bright shining bundle of joy. He laughed and laughed at Jack and he would cuddle up to his mother at night. He would clap at Jack and grab his beads with his tiny hands, gripping the shiny dangling one tight, and when Jack would yelp and cry out to his wife for assistance, she would roll onto her back and laugh until Jack finally pried his tiny fingers away from his most expensive trinket.
It was a warm morning, and Isabelle held onto her baby's fingers as he stretched his legs in the fresh grass. She smiled as he fell backward and let out a happy gurgle of laughter. She bent over him as she grabbed onto his small hands and hoisted him up to his unsteady feet and he once again looked left and right and up and down until he couldn't stand on his feet anymore, and simply fell back. Isabelle laughed at her son and bent over him again, this time lifting him straight up into the air and bringing him down to kiss his little cheeks and she laid back on the grass, laying him on her chest. Since he was a very independent lad, he insisted on running around with nothing but a diaper on, she supposed he liked it, because he ran around like that everyday with no complaints.
He laid his head down on her chest and sighed a deep sigh, snuggling himself in until he closed his eyes and went to sleep safe in his mothers embrace. It wasn't long before Isabelle started to doze off too, but she was rudely interrupted from bliss with her baby when she heard muffled footsteps coming toward her. Thinking it was Jack she sat up and smiled, only to find that it certainly was not Jack. Instead it was Diana and a vert strange looking woman. Scooping her baby off the green grass and holding him tightly to her chest, she rose to her feet, her eyebrows scrunched and her arms protectively around William. "Diana," she said sounding kind, but she didn't move from where she was standing on the grass, still warm from her body.
"Isabelle!" Diana exclaimed, relaxing Isabelle a little. At least it wasn't bad news. The woman with her was a little taller than Diana and she had insane dread locks, something like Jack's, but his paled in comparison. She had tribal markings on her face and all kinds of fresh flowers threaded into her hair. Her eyes were dark and her hair was even darker. She had little clothing on and Isabelle wondered idly if Jack had seen this woman yet. While she wondered about the way this woman looked, she had gotten so close to Isabelle that she could see her black lined eyes clearly. Isabelle started and took a step back, holding her baby closer. "Don't worry Isabelle! She's here to check the child, she's a witch," Diana said reassuringly.
"You have to be kidding me," Isabelle mumbled to herself as the woman held out her arms for William. Isabelle opened her mouth to say something else but the woman spoke.
"Please, I will not hurt him," she said in a foreign accent, reaching out for the baby. Isabelle, looking a little flustered threw a glance at the palace, just in case Jack sensed her discomfort and came running out, which he didn't. But she knew that, he was working on loading the treasure onto the Pearl today with the rest of the crew. But still, a little tiny part of her hoped he would show up. She furrowed her brows again and leaned back from the strange witch, breathing deeply.
"Diana, I don't..."
"Elle, hello darling, there you are," she whipped herself around at the familiar nick name and saw James jogging toward her and smiling brightly, his sword hanging limply at his side and a hat perched on his head.
"Jim," she breathed, thankful for his powerful presence. She walked up to him slowly and grabbed his arm with the hand she wasn't using to hold William with. "There's a witch woman here and she wants to check my child. Diana wants her to, I... I don't know what to do, she's very strange. I don't want her to take William away," she said desperately and her grip on James' arm tightened painfully. For a little woman she had a grip that would leave a bruise. James looked up curiously and smiled when Diana smiled back at him.
"Well, darling, I'll be standing right here. Nothing can happen to William," he said softly, trying to bring her down from a protective high. Isabelle nodded and they walked toward the witch and Diana. Isabelle reluctantly handed her baby over to the strange looking woman and the witch's eyes lit up like candles.
"Ah, he is as beautiful as you claim," she whispered to Diana and Isabelle watched with heat filled eyes as the woman woke her son and cradled him in her arms. William swatted her hands away unhappily and fussed until she ran her fingers down his chest and back, pressing and rubbing. William quit fussing and resumed sleeping, and once the woman was done, she lowered the sleeping baby to the ground and nodded to Diana.
"What. That's it? That's what all this was about?" Isabelle asked, looking from woman to woman. Diana laughed and patted Isabelle on the arm while James bent down and swooped William up in his strong arms, claiming his place next to Isabelle once again.
"Yes, I told you she wasn't going to hurt him," she said sweetly and kissed Isabelle on the forehead before she turned to leave with the witch. "Dinner is at seven tonight! Don't forget to tell Jack, he's been working so hard all day, we'll have a bath ready for him," she shouted as she got farther and farther away from where Isabelle stood, confused. James walked up behind her, William securely in his arms and he lifted his eyebrows up to the sky as he watched the two women walk away from Isabelle's still standing form.
"That was the most interesting thing I have ever seen in my life. And I serve on your husbands pirate ship, so this is saying something." Isabelle turned around and faced him, smiling and planted a sweet kiss on William's cheek before sighing deeply.
"Shall we go find that husband of mine?" she asked sweetly and James laughed, holding the baby in one arm while he escorted Isabelle to the docks with the other. It was quite the hike, but Isabelle didn't mind. William didn't mind either, considering he fell asleep right there in James' arms. It was James who had the problems.
Once they got to the docks, James shouted out to the Black Pearl and Jack's head appeared from off the side of the ship, looking tired and sweaty. He smiled warmly at the sight of his baby and Isabelle and saluted James, flinging himself back up onto the deck of the ship and running over to Isabelle. He picked her up and swung her around like a doll, kissing her cheeks and mouth when he could.
"Ah, Jack you're sweating!" she shrieked playfully and pulled away from him, though not so hard as to actually get away from him, truth be told, she loved being in his arms.
"I know, love. So are you," he said smartly and ran his hands down her back, pulling her closer to him until there was no space left between the two of them and he kissed her passionately, lifting her up onto her toes in pleasure and letting her back down when she started to laugh. "Cheers," he said warmly and kissed her forehead before walking hand and hand with her over to James and William, who was now awake and alert, swatting at passing pirates as they stopped and tickled him for a moment, getting him to giggle light heartedly. Jack laughed and winked at James before scooping his pride and joy into his arms and lifting him up high into the air above his head. "Will, that's my boy," Jack said happily as he brought the baby down to his face, sighing as he instantly grabbed the dangling bead hanging over his shoulder like it always did. "You little devil," Jack muttered tenderly and tried to pry his little fingers away from the bead, but failed.
"Oh, William," Isabelle said as she laughed at her husband who she had just recently found could put up with much more than she had been led to believe. And when she tried and failed, she patted Jack on the back and winked. "You'll be fine," she said and walked away from him and James and her son, knowing that William would be safe in Jack's protection.
Isabelle sauntered down to the cabin she missed so dearly. She made it to the big black doors and breathed in the smell of wood and Jack's perpetual "pearl smell" as he liked to call it. She laid her hands on the doors and pushed as she turned the handle, and as soon as she was inside her long lost home she was assaulted by a whole army of familiar scents and memories and it all over whelmed her. She lost her footing and fell to the ground, on her knees, looking around, watching, taking everything in for the first time in almost a year. She longed to be back on the Pearl, she longed to show her son the way a ship felt under your feet for the first time. She longed to show him what an open ocean looked like out a porthole window in the cabin you never want to leave. She longed to hold him in her arms as she stood at the prow and let the wind whip through her always perfect black mane, just let it mess her hair good and well for however long it wanted to run its fingers through her hair.
She took a deep breath and laid down onto her back, looking straight up at the black ceiling, a sight she studied many a morning here on the Pearl, and she felt something stir inside her stomach. Maybe it was longing, maybe it was the renewal of her adventurous nature, or maybe it was just remembrance. No matter what it was, she was attached to this ship, and she pined for the day when she would be able to get back on and sail far and wide with Jack and her son.
When she did finally fall asleep right on the ground of her old cabin, her head was filled with sweet love and beautiful mornings. Of warm kisses, tender words, and the loveliest husband a woman could ask for.
Jack handed his little boy off to James and went around the ship looking for his wandering wife. She wasn't in the galley, she wasn't in the sickbay, the brig, the helm, first mates cabin. On his way to the haul, he stopped mid step and whacked himself in the forehead. "Bloody hell," he said quietly and laughed at himself for not even thinking of his cabin. He turned on his heel and marched himself to the black doors that were shut and he opened one, poking his head around the corner to look around. He let out a sigh of relief when he spotted her stretched out comfortably in the middle of the hard floor, her hands resting over her now flattened stomach and her head off to one side. She looked so happy and peaceful and he knew she loved it here.
Walking over to her, he lowered himself to the ground next to her, leaning up on his elbow and looking into her face, wondering if he should wake her or not. This was probably the greatest rest she had in a long time, what with the new baby and himself in and out of bed, checking on William every hour. She must have fallen asleep as soon as she laid herself down.
Jack smiled, running his hand over her form and kissed her cheek lightly. When he pulled his head back to look around his cabin, to really look around at it, Isabelle opened her sleepy eyes and watched him thoughtfully. His eyes ran over the walls and the shelves in wonderful fluid movement and she smiled. "You miss it here too, Jack," she said sweetly, her voice a little softer from her short slumber. His head snapped from one of the chairs in the corner to her smiling form and he raised his eyebrows up, sighing as he rubbed her arm with his hand.
"So what if I do," he said gruffly, smiling like a child. And he looked up again, this time furrowing his brow and letting his gaze linger as he spoke to her. "I can't help it. This has always been me home. You miss it because it's where you found your freedom and love. I miss it because this is where I grew up, this is where me roots are." He breathed in a long breath and didn't let it out for a while, and when he did, he let it out softly. "Maybe soon we'll sail away again. Far, far away, and we'll be happy," he said soothingly as he lowered himself into a comfortable position on his back next to Isabelle. She instantly rolled on her side and nuzzled herself into Jack, like they used to lay in their bed. "Love, love, love," he said softly and kissed her head.
"I love you too," she said and kissed his arm, closing her eyes and letting herself fall into an uninterrupted sleep.
It's true, Jack let her sleep while he laid on the floor of his old cabin. He let her sleep for the better part of an hour while he reminisced, his black mane flowing around him and his dark eyes gliding from familiar sight to familiar sight. He couldn't help the ache he felt to be back on the ship. He couldn't even help the painful lure of the ocean. He had ignored her midnight calls to him, he ignored her lulling music in the morning, he even ignored her dizzying smell. Now there were two things Captain Jack Sparrow and his wife would do with their little William. He would either go to school and Isabelle and Jack would take up positions as false members of society, or he would sail away with Jack and Isabelle, be happy be free, and mother and father would teach him everything he would ever need to know. Jack wasn't going to let that opportunity slip through his weather worn fingers, and so, in the little amount of time that Isabelle was asleep in his arms, he decided that they would be leaving the Amazon shortly after Elizabeth gave birth to her first child.
Looking around one more time, he breathed in the overwhelming scent the sea offered and he closed his eyes. This is where he and Isabelle, James, Elizabeth, and William, both of them, belonged. And this is where they would be soon enough. He could see in their eyes that they were getting restless, it had already been too long and now they were ready to sail on the Pearl again. "And really bad eggs," he muttered under his breath, shooting a look at his empty rum cabinet. "A pirates life for me."
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Many thanks for waiting for this chapter! I hope you like it and I hope you love William just as much as I do. God knows we all waited to see what he would be like. Turns out, just like his daddy. Don't forget to review, thanks darlings, here's your quote.-
How can you just walk on by without one tear in your eye? Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me? Maybe that's just your way of dealing with the pain..forgetting everything between rise and fall. Like we never loved at all.
-This is my way of dealing with pain. Just though I'd share that with you haha. New chapter soon!
-Kate (Dessie)
