Can it be? Is it? No . . . another chapter!!! Oh my goodness I am so proud of myself. This chapter may not be one of my most exquisite work but… oh well. Please tell me if you have any great ideas tell me. R&R!!!! By the way everyone give Myri78 a pat on the back for giving me a great idea;)

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Chapter 6

Isabella sat up in the crows nest, looking up at the numerous twinkling stars up above. She couldn't believe how weak she had been acting towards Jack lately. If he had been any other man, he would've already been missing his 'two best mates'. But he wasn't just any other man. He was Captain Jack Sparrow. No matter how vexing he was she was still awed by him.

"Isabella?!" speak of the devil. Isabella leaned over the edge of the nest until she could see Jack himself standing far below her.

"You called?!" she yelled back.

"Aye, dinners ready. Hungry?"

"Starved! I'm coming down now." Isabella started climbing down from the crows nest. She glanced down to see Jack staring at her backside with a large smirk on his face. Isabella rolled her eyes.

"Like what you see?" she called down mockingly, as she reached the deck.

"You don't know just how much, luv." She was suddenly hit by a brilliant idea. "Ouch!" (Just kidding;) It was time to get her revenge. Isabella stepped closer to Jack so they were only a hands length apart. Jacks' smirk immediately dropped from his face.

"Just remember," she said leaning in even closer to him, "You can look," only a breath laid between them, "But you can't touch." Jack cursed under his breath when she pulled away and walked down to the galley. He begrudgingly fallowed her, a scowl on his face. Isabella smiled to herself as she sat down next to Jack.

"Here you go Bella." said Owen, setting down a steaming bowl of stew in front of her. She thanked him then started eating, chatting occasionally with the crew.

All the while Jack idly played around with his food, his bad mood still present. Just when he thought he had figured Isabella out, she goes and does something that apposes his opinion of her. It both annoyed and enticed him.

Jack turned his head just enough so no one would notice him staring at Isabella. Her face was all aglow as she laughed at one of his crewman's jokes. Her loose black curls had been set free from her previous bun, streaming down her back. Even in her simple attire, she looked like a sea siren, ready to sing him to his death. His determination was immediately boosted. He turned to Owen, who had sat down across from him.
"Owen, do we need anymore food supply?" As Jack and Owen continued their conversation, Isabella could feel a hand on her thigh, more specifically, Jacks hand. But when she glanced at him she noticed he was still talking to Owen. She pinched his hand before pushing it off her, rolling her eyes when it came back.

Deciding to ignore Jack, Isabella turned back to her food. She nearly choked when the hand on her thigh suddenly started to sensually massage her. But Jack seemed completely engaged in his conversation, as if he didn't know about his hands actions. She once again tried to ignore him, her resistance was growing thin. As Jack's hand began to descend down to her inner thigh she immediately slapped his hand off her and moved to another empty spot at the table. She could see Jack give her a small scowl as she left.

"Why did ye move luv?" he asked as she sat down next to Owen, "I don't bite… unless ye want me to." Isabella merely glared at him then tried to finish dinner as peacefully as possible.

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Sooo sorry this took kind of long! I've been very busy lately. R&R please! And remember, any ideas that you have for this story give them to me.