A/N: OH MY!!! I am sooooo sorry, you guys! I've just been distracted and busy, and am very disappointed with myself for not having this up sooner!!!!! I actually had this up a week ago, but it wasn't really up to standard, so I took it down.

Special thanks to forever is never forever for pointing out that it was indeed confusing, and that it skipped. I hope this version isn't that bad.

This chapter contains spoilers for the 3rd movie, if for some ridiculous reason you haven't seen it. Isabelle knew Will and Elizabeth from Port Royal, thats mentioned once in here I think. Jack also takes to calling Isabelle "Izzie" sometimes, and that may get confusing because he calls Elizabeth "Lizzie"... Sometimes... Well, um, R&R, thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: Author does not own the Pirates of the Caribbean series, even though she'd like to.

me: Duh.

owner: Who wouldn't?!?

Jack's POV:

After handing Isabelle some clothes, I left my cabin. I walked below deck to the rudder, where the hold is, and walked to a large shelf in the opposite corner of the hold. On the top shelf was extra supplies; some belts, a few long swords, several cutlasses and bandages. Along the rest of the shelves were rum bottles. I grabbed the bandages and a rum bottle and walked back up deck.

"I wonder what they could have been fight'n about..." I thought aloud as I walked to my cabin again, passing Anamaria, who was sitting against a mast and staring into the black star-spotted sky. I opened the door and was saying that I'd brought up the bandages, but then stopped when I saw Isabelle, because she had her clothes off. And she was covered in bruises and cuts.

"Oh." I stared wide-eyed at her. She looked very surprised also and, very tiredly, scrambled to get something to cover herself up. She got hold of my tan colored blanket and shielded herself from me.

"...Are you alright?" I asked wonderingly.

She looked slightly mortified. Isabelle than abruptly half yelled, "Get out!". "Sorry, luv... I'll just.." I said, turning around and shutting the door. I leaned against the door for a moment. My eyes were still wide, and I was a bit confused. Isabelle had provoked three things out of me.Lust was one of them, and that one was normal, but I also felt angry and concerned. Which wasn't. Righting myself, I strolled over to Anamaria.

"Would you go into me cabin and see to the lass?" I asked, still slightly in shock, handing over the bandages. Ana gave me a curious look, but went off quietly.

I opened up the rum and took a long swig, emptying an eighth of the bottle. I walked over to the edge of the ship and looked out into the sea. Whenever I see the sea it calms me, and tonight it had a deeper shade of blue then I had ever seen it. I took another drink and leaned over the rail. I hadn't felt any concern for a woman before, 'cept for Lizzie. But she was married to Will now, even if she only see's him once every ten years, I bet she's happy.

Then, after killing off old Jonesy, we went our separate ways. Haven't heard from her for a year. Lizzie was a seductive, strong, and smart pirate. Had to have your wits about you with that one! But now, seeing Isabelle like that, that feeling was coming back to me, reminding me of her.

I didn't want to go back in there, not just yet. Isabelle was probably angry as hell with me. But how long was it going to take for her to forgive me? And could I wait? Lust was pulling me one way, and compassion the other. The image of her naked body was still fresh in my mind, and though it gave me pleasure, there was also pain. Her beautiful body was marked up by that woman, and god knows who else. I downed the last of the rum, its affects starting to sink in.

Isabelle's POV:

After Jack hurried out, I scrambled to put the clothes on. My face was burning with embarrassment even when I sat down. I tried to take deep breaths, but my heart wouldn't calm down. It felt like it was jumping around in there. I put my hand to my chest and laid back, closing my eyes. Why couldn't Jack just have knocked, like any normal person?! Then I remembered. Jack isn't normal, nor am I, and neither is the crew. They're pirates, and I'm just some girl playing the part.

"Damn it, Jack!" I said a little too loudly, my heart still jumping around.

I realized a minute later that I was fighting to stay awake. Today had been a long day, and I was extremely tired, but the shock of Jack's intrusion was still very fresh, maybe too fresh, and I couldn't manage to fall asleep. Then, an abrupt knock sounded from the door. Just what I need, for Jack to come back and be awkward, wondering if he could ask me the questions that had formed in his head the moment he saw me naked.

"Come in." I called, very irritated, and yawning in the process. But to my surprise, it wasn't Jack, but the woman I met earlier, Anamaria. She came in a little rushed, with a curious expression clearly on her face, carrying with her the bandages that Jack had been carrying. She looked around, saw me, smiled, and came over to the bed and sat down beside me.

"Hello..." I said, irritation fading fast, though I still wanted to be alone at the moment.

"Hello again... Jack asked me to come in. How did ya get hurt?" Anamaria asked me, applying something that smelled dreadful to the cut on my face.

" A fight..." I replied vaguely, sleep slowly creeping toward me. My mind was telling me to keep awake, though, because Jack might come in any moment. I was fairly drowsy, though, that I didn't realize at the time why it mattered to me.

"A fight... hmm? Have anymore wounds?" She asked, finishing putting the salve on my face minutes later. I lied back and took off my vest, then lifted up the under shirt, revealing the huge bruise. Ana's mouth fell open, and she gently touched the spot. I winced.

I half thought she would have been disgusted, but she wasn't. I wasn't warmed up to people now that I was already exposed, out of my misfortune, but it didn't bother me as much as it would if it was anybody else to show Ana. I relaxed slightly, the last of the redness in my face fading, and explained to her about Charlotte.

"Does your ribs hurt?" She asked concerned ten minutes later, examining the bruise after I was finished. I shook my head and replied, "My hip bone does." Ana nodded her head and wrapped my sides.

"Does it hurt when you walk?" She asked.

"Not terribly... I've grown used to it." I said, meaning the pain. Ana nodded again and looked me over. "Your hip might be broken, but I can't tell because you say it doesn't hurt bad. I think you should rest tonight."

We talked some more, getting to know each other better, but when I couldn't stop my eyelids from going down every second, despite the urge to remain awake, she left. Slightly relieved, I sighed and snuggled up in the bed, drifting off into a deep sleep, temporarily forgetting about Jack.

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I woke up slowly the next morning. Objects filled in before me, coming into focus. I could see a desk with maps and a familiar compass on it. The windows were streaming in sunlight, setting everything aglow, and letting in a cool breeze. I realized where I was then. Not with Charlotte in Port Royal, but with Jack, on his ship. And last night he had seen me naked, even worse seeing my wounds... I blushed again, uncomfortable.

Though I hadn't seen him since I was 7, I had heard tales since then. I knew about the women, and how he was mutinied upon, but that was it. The women part was very displeasing, and I was scowling when I remembered something.

What happened to Will and Elizabeth?

When Will was still the blacksmith's apprentice, we had grown very close. We talked for hours when I could get away, and he even taught me how to duel, and I was quite good if I do say so myself. I beat him most of the time, to his displeasure.

But, I haven't seen him in nearly two years. The last time I saw him was when he was supposed to get married to the Governor's daughter, Elizabeth, but then Cutler Beckett came and arrested them and Will had to leave to find Jack. Will had known about my encounter with Jack, of coarse, and I wondered if he ever mentioned me to him.

'I suppose I'll ask him some time today...' I thought, still uncomfortably. How awkward was this going to be? I turned onto my left side to see someone beside me. I jumped, scared, thinking it was some drunken crew member, until the face came into focus. Jack seemed sound asleep, with the sunlight lighting up his face. All of his clothes were on, including his boots.

"That's good, I suppose..." I whispered, knowing he didn't take advantage of me. Then I blushed a crimson red, realizing just how strongly I was attracted to him.

I studied his face. It was a little dirty, but that was expected, and you could see plain as day how attractive he was despite that; also; his skin was tanned; and he had kohl lining his eyes. His breathing was deep and came in evenly, his tantalizing breath stirring the air regularly. I inhaled deeply, without realizing it. Later, I realized minutes had passed since I begun staring at him and blushed even deeper, probably creating a new shade of red.

Jack's POV:

A blinding light was coming in through the windows in my cabin. I remembered Isabelle was here and cursed. I wasn't supposed to come in here, but obviously forgot, seeing as I was drunk. I turned to get up, but heard her stirring, so I quickly closed my eyes. She turned around and jumped, then realized it was me.

"That's good, I suppose..." Isabelle whispered lightly, so that I had to strain my ears to hear her.

She blushed almost immediately after saying that, turning crimson. Then, she stared at me for several minutes, making me uncomfortable. I opened my eyes very slightly, squinting, and studied her also. She had lovely cheekbones, and the most beautiful and long gold eyelashes in the Spanish Main. Her deep brown eyes were dazzling me in the morning's light, and I had a strong urge to blink my eyes. I resisted though, not wanting to give myself away.

I was still breathing deeply, with calm even breaths, when Isabelle did the strangest thing. She inhaled, deep. My face twitched, and a corner of my mouth went up, wanting to smirk. Did Isabelle find my breath intoxicating? My heart warmed. After a few minutes though, thoroughly ruining my mood, she got up.

She slid off the bed gracefully, and quietly put on the boots I left out for her yesterday. After she left, I got up also and went out on deck.

All POV:

Shortly after Isabelle came out of Jack's cabin, flushed, Jack himself emerged. He went to the helm's stairs, were Isabelle sat, and hesitantly sat down beside her.

"I didn't get the chance... last night... to say that I was sorry. I... should have knocked." Jack explained, uncomfortably. Apologizing was something Jack rarely did. Isabelle nodded and blushed in relief, glad that the awkward moment was gone. Jack nodded slowly back, confused if she was mad or not, and stood up. He walked up the stairs and went to the wheel, turning it slightly. Isabelle stood too, gathering courage and trying not to blush more. She followed him up to the wheel.

"Jack?" Isabelle asked. Jack turned, surprised.

"What 'tis it, luv?"

"Whatever happened to Will and Elizabeth?"

Jack's eyes widened and he asked her if she knew them.

"Yes, we did live in Port Royal together... Will was a friend. She replied, leaving out how she never really liked Elizabeth. Will had talked endlessly about her, thoroughly getting on her last nerve.

"Well...Uh, In our last fight together... Young Will was... Fatally injured by Davy Jones... Do ye know who that is?" Jack asked, pausing.

Isabelle nodded in response, shock overtaking her lovely face. She bit her lip to keep her tears at bay.

"After seeing tha'... I brought over Jones's heart, and Will stabbed it. So... Well, now he's the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Lizzie returned to Port Royal." He finished slowly, frowning. There was a twinkle in Jack's eye, and a sadness overtook him for a brief moment, though Isabelle wasn't sure which he was sad about, either because the whole story, or the last bit about Elizabeth returning to Port Royal.

Isabelle let the tears escape, but was furtherly confused. She hadn't heard from Elizabeth in Port Royal, and there had been no gossip about her return.

"Oh.." Was all her response.

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That day, around noon, Jack rounded up all of the crew, and Isabelle, and they stood on deck. "About our adventure..." Jack began.

"You all know the pirate Blackbeard, savvy?" He asked, looking around. Everybody replied a nonchalant yes. "He was said to be a true to his word pirate, doing as he said and such. But," Jack paused, looking around again. "He was also said to have one of the three pieces of the Immortal Stone." The crew were exchanging hopeful glances now. They hadn't had much action in the last year. Isabelle, very confused, said, "What about my father?"

"Edward Teach... also known as Blackbeard, luv. He was your father." Isabelle's face took on a look of horror. "My father?!" She asked, incredulously.

"Yes, darling. Your father... Blackbeard hid the whereabouts of the Stone on the Island of St. Vincent." He stopped for a moment, studying her face. She looked like she was about to pass out. In a look of mingled shock and disbelief, she ran across the deck and to Jack's cabin. Jack sighed and turned to Gibbs.

"We'll need supplies."

"Will it be Tortuga, Capt'n?" Gibbs asked.

"Aye, Tortuga." Jack replied, heading towards his cabin.

A/N: Hope it wasn't too confusing or anything!!! Again, I'm sorry. Also, in other news, I'm going camping Thursday through Sunday, so don't expect a new chapter this week. Then again, I may just get it up...

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