A/N: So many of you landlubbers are ready to get to the island…*giggles*

Okay…I had a major FAIL moment yesterday as I was rushed to get the first chapter up, totally forgot to thank my girl, nmydreamz for her pre-reading input as well! Keep her name in mind, because we are working behind the scenes as she puts together her first fic…I can't WAIT till she starts posting! I also overlooked WitchyVampireGirl (are you reading Seattle Express? You should be.) My deepest apologies girls…I blame my old brain!

Gold doubloons for knowing the Carol reference go to: jpe, sujari6, tds88 and Moltz

I got some interesting theories though! Several of you tried to associate it to my maiden name, which I use on FB (Bella Carroll), another person said "like corral, a rose type color"~loved that one! I've only written "myself" into one story, Alternative Therapy as Rachel Black, the therapist!

I may have spent a day or 60 on stepheniemeyer . com when I first began reading the books…repeatedly. Anyhoo…this is from her site and why Rosalie is Carol in this story:"For the rest of the characters, I did a lot of searching in old census records, looking for popular names in the times that they'd been born. Some trivia: Rosalie was originally "Carol" and Jasper was first "Ronald." I like the new names much better, but every now and then I will slip up and type Carol or Ron by accident. It really confuses the people who read my rough drafts."

Ahoy me mateys!

Chapter 2~

IPOV

Sunset was my favorite time of the day to climb up to the cliffs and watch the yellow orb melt into the water. It was peaceful and quiet and the only place, except the bathing hole, that Jak left me be. Some days were just too tiring to make the climb, but I tried to get up there at least once a week, as best as I could judge the days.

I'd started marking the days, months and finally the years a few days after we'd arrived on the island. According to those marks, Jak and I had been here roughly seven years, give or take a few months.

In all that time we had never seen a ship go by, not that we would have had a way to get their attention.

As was my usual routine, I had climbed up and settled into the hollowed out rock that was packed with a cushion of moss. After closing my eyes and centering myself, I slowly opened them and felt the serenity of the scene before me wash over me. The pillowy clouds highlighted by the sinking fireball reminded me of the pearls we sometimes found in the shellfish we harvested out of the bay.

I slipped my hand into the top of my dress and pulled out the worn and faded photograph. It was a luxury not many people could afford, but Father had insisted on it so that Jak and I would have something to help remember them while we were away. We had donned our Worship Day outfits and sat for the picture maker. Returning the next day, we'd collected the treasure and mother had carefully written our names on the back, down the edge, along with the date.

I'd refused to allow it to be packed with the luggage and insisted on keeping it on my person. That is the only reason I still had it. The only reason it survived the sinking. Though it had suffered in the salt water. By the time it had dried out, most of mother's carefully inked letters had smeared. All that was left was Isa and Jak. And once we'd accepted that life on this island was our new existence, we'd adopted the new names...because that was all that was left of us.

Isabella and Jake were no more.

If only I'd had the nerve to ask if I could have had a picture made with Edward as well. The feelings that I'd developed for him were still deep inside me, tucked away for safe keeping because it hurt too much to let them out when I knew I'd never see him again. Occasionally, I'd recall pieces of him, remember the feel of his lips on mine, but I could no longer remember clearly what he looked like.

There was one part of him that I could not let go of, however. His eyes. His piercing green eyes that could beckon any number of emotions from me. When he didn't want to speak, I had only to look into those jewels to know what was on his mind. To this day, when I closed my eyes, his eyes were there, watching over me.

Somehow I just knew that as long as he was watching me, he was out there somewhere and maybe, just maybe, he would find me.

My thoughts were interrupted by an unusual flash of light that caught my eye offshore. As I looked for the source, I realized there was a ship out on the water. An honest to God ship! I quickly stood and went as close to the cliff edge as I dared, framing my eyes with my hands as I tried to judge the distance.

My hands slowly dropped to my sides and I became frozen in time and place as the ship gradually became larger.

It was sailing straight for the island.

I don't know how much time had passed as I stood there. The ship had come to a stop, it seemed, and was no longer coming any closer. Suddenly, I caught a flicker of light from a space about halfway between me and the ship. Squinting, I realized it was a smaller boat.

My heart began racing as I turned to race back to the house. I had to let Jak know that we were about to have company.

A/N: Just a tad shorter on this one, but trust me, this was a good breaking point. See ya'll in a few hours with the next one.

By the way…today is actually Holly Rebel Heidt's birthday, so if you bump into her on Facebook, show her some good cheer!