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Chapter 11: Passing Days

That kiss really did catch him by surprise. A sudden rush of happiness ran throughout his body and he almost thought he'd tumble overboard. He didn't get a chance to stop her and ask her why she had done that. She went away too quickly.

Behind my closed door, I thought about what I had done. Had I kissed him out of love or pity? Not sure, I slumped to the ground. An unusual thought came to me. James was an amazingly good kisser, I had to admit. Not quite as good as Jack, for he lacked that faint tinge rum. But yet, still an excellent kisser. I climbed onto bed and covered myself with thin sheets.

In the cabin, or shall we say, cell, Jack sat and stared at the moonlight through the dirty window. It shocked even him that he had given up so quickly. Pain traveled in waves through his body, his wrists were red and sore as the rope cut into his skin. He then remembered Isabel. He hadn't seen her since that afternoon before she went to his quarters. With nothing else to think of, he slowly drifted into a deep slumber.

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Back in Port Royal, Beckett paced his office. It had been more than a month since Norrington left in search of the girl. How hard could it possibly be to catch a stupid girl? He longed to throw both Norrington and the damned pirate into the dungeons, leaving a helpless girl for him to torment.

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The next morning, Norrington woke with a smile on his face. The kiss Isabel had given him was imprinted in his mind. He wanted another opportunity to hold her.

Dressing out, he approached Isabel's room and knocked twice. After a few more tries, the door remained closed. He sighed and opened it. The bed contained no one and was neatly folded. He searched the ship and ended up at Jack's cabin.

Opening the door, he found Isabel sitting on the ground, feeding Jack his breakfast.

"What on earth are you doing, Isabel?" Norrington's smile fell from his face.

"Feeding him, obviously. How do you expect him to obtain food? His wrists are tied."

He could find no fault and that and was silent. It seemed to him that Isabel did not even have the slightest memory of that kiss they shared last night.

Jack's face was smug. Here he was, being fed by the woman of his dreams, while his rival stood and watched.

"I will release him, if that would relieve you of this horrible chore."

"Most definitely." I made way as Norrington approached with a pocketknife and cut off the ropes.

Norrington quickly turned to leave, thus bumping into a tall figure as he tried to make an exit.

"Excuse me, sir"

"James! Is that you? You made it onto the ship?" the man took his hand and shook it.

"Who…"

"It's me, David, your old pal from Port Royal!"

Norrington squinted at the man's face, finally recognizing him.

"David! Long time no see, eh, mate?"

The two men went off, discussing things the other had missed between the years they had not seen each other.

Jack stretched and said, "Thanks, love."

"My pleasure."

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Later on, while cleaning the deck, I overheard several conversations.

First were Norrington and David's, who stood by the rigging.

"You know why I'm here?"

"Isabel told me. To find her, was it?"

"Yes. By the way, what do you think of that rascal pirate? Personally, I just strongly dislike him. Indecent and unrefined, he is."

"I agree. Wouldn't it be great to toss him overboard?"

"Isabel wouldn't allow it, I'm sure. Too cruel, David, too cruel."

I wasn't really shocked at their impressions towards Jack. Shrugging, I moved to a different part of the ship.

This time, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on Jack and Gibbs.

"I feel sorry that ye got tied up like that, Jack. It's almost like a mutiny, I say!"

"Aye, except that ol' Norry and David aren't my crew."

"Agreed, Cap'n."

"I would've slit their throats in their sleep if only they weren't so precious to Isabel. David being her brother, and Norry being…" Jack stopped to think of a word fit for Norrington. "Being her friend." The word "friend" had emphasis and Jack certainly didn't mean it literally.

I was disturbed by these hushed chats, wondering if each had really meant what they said.

That evening, just before dinner was served, I called the whole crew together.

"Tomorrow evening, I hereby invite all of you to a formal dinner right here on the ship. Please dress in your Sunday bests and mind your manners. I will be expecting you here at 6 o'clock sharp. Those who do not attend will get fifty lashes." I didn't really have the courage to lash anyone; I just needed a threat that would force them to come.

Everyone on the ship groaned. I smiled. It would be interesting to see how this would work out.

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A/N: I worded the ending in such a lame fashion. I apologize for that and for any typos or grammar mistakes. It's late and I'm being rushed. Reviews?