Hello!! Guess what?! My writers block is gone! WOOO HOOO!!! Everyone claps loudly thank you, thank you no autographs please. Well here's chapter five. Chapter six is under construction. The next few chapters may not be too good since I just got rid of my writers block, but oh well.

Chapter 5

It had been about a month and Isabella was starting to fall into a routine on the Black Pearl. Every morning she would detangle herself from Jacks arms, which somehow always ended up around her overnight. Then she would dress and go take over the helm. Jack, in an attempt to get her to warm up to him, had decided she could have some of her Captaining privileges on his ship as long as he was still the one with more authority.

When Jack woke up Isabella would help Owen, the ships cook, prepare meals. Owen had shoulder length red hair, which was usually tied in a ponytail, and laughing green eyes. Since he sometimes worked in the rigging he was well muscled and tan. Though he was good looking, Isabella preferred Jack, which she would never admit to anyone especially Captain Jack himself. She had managed to repel most of Jacks attempts to seduce her, but still she found herself giving in to him more and more. Isabella took the offered knife from Owen and began chopping up the carrots for stew.

"So how long have you been a captain?" he asked with his strong British accent.

"Well," started Isabella, "My father was a pirate himself."

"And by the looks of you I'm guessing he was either Italian or Spanish."

"You're right! He was Hispanic but my mother was Italian." she said, impressed. "How'd you know?" He shrugged.

"I'm just amazing that way." Isabella laughed and hit him playfully.

"Any way, he taught me everything I know about fencing and pirating. Even my mother taught me a few things." She paused to dump the carrots she had been cutting into the bowling pot in front of Owen. "Then my mother passed away when I was sixteen," she started gathering a few ingredients from various cupboards, "so my father decided I should go live with him on his ship instead of on land where my mother and I lived." Owen let Isabella stir while he inserted the ingredients she had set out.

"Then he died when I was twenty three, so I inherited his ship, along with a mansion and a house in Italy. Gibbs helped me so much at that time. He use to be my fathers first mate, but then he became mine. And until I finally managed to control the ship by myself he stayed with me." Isabella turned to him then said sarcastically, "And that's my pathetic little story, your turn." Owen let out a deep laugh.

"Well you most certainly have an interesting past compared to mine." he shooed her to seat so he could stir for a while.

"Oh come one Owen!" He sighed and rolled his eyes, adding a few more spices to the stew.

"Alright, alright! I grew up with my mother and father in the country side of England. My father use to teach me how to fight and tend the farm while my mother would teach me how to cook. Mind you! My mum could cook up a storm." he shook his head at the thought. "There were seven of us total and still she could get our supper on the table in under an hour." Isabella giggled, imagining a woman version of Owen scurrying around a kitchen. He took a sip of the soup then put a lid over it.

"When I was fifteen my parents thought it was time I set off by myself so I packed my bags and rode by horse to the nearby docks. The next night I met Captain Sparrow. He offered me a job as the ships cook and I accepted. So, here I am." Isabella let the words sink in.

"So you met Jack in England?" she asked.

"Aye," he answered, "He had just inherited the Pearl about three years before," at Evangeline's surprised look he added, "I'd say he was about twenty then."

"How old is he now?" she asked curiously, "that must have been years ago!" Owen laughed loudly.

"The Captain isn't as young as he use to be." They both turned at the sound of footsteps coming.

"What do you mean 'not as young as I use to be'?" asked Jack suspiciously, as he walked into the kitchen.

"Nothing." said Isabella, giving him a wink then going upstairs. Jack shot Owen a suspicious glance before going after her. He reached the deck just in time to see her disappear into his cabin. Hopefully our cabin soon enough, he thought with a smile.

Jack listened on the other side of the door before going in. Hearing silence, he stealthily opened his door and stepped inside. Isabella had her back turned away from him to his bookshelf. Jack quietly sneaked up behind her. She squealed with surprise when he wrapped his arms around her.

"Jack!" She gasped, relieved, she smacked his arm, "Don't you ever do that again!"

"Sorry, darl'n." he said, "but I just love hearing ye squeal. If ye catch me drift." Isabella could feel her cheeks burn,

"Let me go." she commanded.

"No." Jack leaned in closer, so that when he spoke their lips touched, "Persuade me." he saw unmasked fear creep into her eyes before she pulled away from his grip and ran back out the door.

I've decided not to make Jack speak so 'piraty', since he really doesn't. Also I was thinking about changing Isabella's name to Evangeline Lovett. So everybody cast their votes please!! Thx R&R!!

keep her as Isabella Parise

change her to Evangeline Lovett