Authors Note #1: Every time you see the word "naked", take a drink. Depending on what you drink, your thirst will be gone before a quarter of the chapter is over, or you'll be drunk and this chapter will look more awesome than it really is.

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Actual Conversations

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"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Oi, don't talk to me that way, brat," snapped Arabella, glaring across the table at Will.

Will. William Turner. Son of Bootstrap Bill, who was the half brother to her only child, Grace.

Her glare softened only a bit, and then Arabella leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. They were sitting in one of the private rooms while Jack looked over the new crew Gibbs brought him. This was her first and only opportunity to talk with him about Bill before he left Tortuga. "So I take it that Jack didn't tell you what this was about than?" she asked cautiously. By God, Will looked a lot like his old man when Bill was his age. Save for the eyes. He must have gained his mother's brown eyes instead of his father's bright blue eyes. Instead, her daughter gained them, even if they were darker.

"No. Are you going to tell me?" asked Will, snapping Arabella out of her thoughts.

"In due time - don't rush me," said Arabella with a wave of her hand. She grabbed a nearby bottle of rum and poured a large amount into the tankard. "Want some?" she asked, holding the bottle out to Will. When he shook his head, she shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said, taking a large gulp of it since she certainly was going to need it.

"Alright," Arabella finally said as she set her drink down. "Guess I can't put it off any longer. How much do you know about your father, kid?"

"Not much anymore," grumbled Will. "I thought he was a decent man. Instead, I learned he was a bloody pirate."

"Ain't nothing wrong with that," said Arabella with a tilt of her head. "Even as a pirate, your father was a good man that didn't hesitate to help out someone he thought needed it."

"Let me guess, you knew him too," said Will with a narrowed gaze.

"You guessed right, brat," said Arabella with a grin. "Me, Jack, and good ol' Bill. We were quite the team back in the day. Sure, not the best around, but hell, we were still kids back then. We kind broke apart though when your father went back to Scotland and I... well, we then both had our kids to raise. Huh... Now that I realize it, Jack the only one of us that never had a kid," Arabelle muttered. Well, it wasn't that surprising, really. Of course, maybe he was just the only one who didn't know he had a kid...

"What happened to Grace's father?" asked Will.

"... That's actually what I wanted to talk with ya about," said Arabella, deciding it was better to be blunt and not to drag this out. "Grace's father, I mean, and your... err... connection to him."

"I know him?" Will said with a raised eyebrow.

"Should hope so," said Arabella, trying to hold back a snort as she lifted her tankard to her lips. "Her father was Bootstrap Bill." 'There, it was out,' she thought as she took a long drink.

The silence was almost painful as Will seemed to struggle with what he was just told. "What are you talking about?" he finally said, standing up so fast that he knocked over his chair. "Bootstrap Bill is my father! He can't - you've got it wrong!"

"You really think I don't know the father of my own kid, brat?" drawled Arabella as she set her drink down. "I wasn't that drunk when we -"

"YOU'RE LYING!" screamed Will. "My father would never... would never..." He shook his head before slamming his hands on the table so hard that it shook for a long moment. "He wasn't like that!"

"Wasn't like what? Wasn't the kind of person to have a relationship with me even while he was married to your mother?" said Arabella coldly as she stood, making him feel like she was towering over him even though she was much shorter than he was. "You don't get it, kid! You don't know your father - not like I did! You didn't know him!"

"I knew him well enough!" Will shot back.

"Oh really? So you knew he was a pirate from the beginning?" Arabella snapped.

Moments of agonizing silence passed as Will tried to think of something to fight back with, but nothing would come was starting to realize the man he know as a child was practically a lie.

"I know its hard to hear, kid," Arabella finally said. "But your version of him and the real version are completely different. He was a thieving pirate that sometimes could have a heart of gold when he wanted to, and he happened to have relations with me before he went back to Scotland to be with your mother."

"You're lying..."

"And what good reason do I have to lie about this?" asked Arabella as she slowly sat back down. "What would come of it? Nothing, that's what. Just a lot of anger towards me, from you and my Grace. I have to tell her too, and she ain't gonna be to happy that I've kept this a secret from her. I told her that he was dead."

"Why... Why didn't he tell me that I have sister?" Will asked after another long minute of silence. "Or my mother?"

"Cause he didn't know," Arabella admitted. "I didn't even know when he left. I'd already given birth by the time he came back, and..." She sighed. "He just looked so happy, going on about you and your mother. Who was I to ruin it? And I knew that I could, too - all by telling him about Grace. It wasn't worth it. And sometimes, I think she was better off not knowing about her father." Arabella as she ran a hand over her face. "Jack and I haven't seen him in about twelve, thirteen years. We don't know if he's dead or alive. I'm just going to expect the worse and say that he might be dead.

Slumping back into his seat, Will blinked a few times. "How is it that no one has see him in that long?" he finally asked, when Arabella was starting to worry that he'd gone into shock.

Arabella glanced down at her forgotten tankard of rum, taking it in her hands so they had something to do. "He was part of the Black Pearl. When Barbossa took over as captain and marooned Jack on the nearest island, Bill tried to fight it, but in the end, couldn't stop it. It was the last time Jack saw him. At this point, we ain't sure what happened, but we do know that whatever it was, it can't be good."

Bowing his head, Will stared at the table as he muttered, "Do you think that they killed him?"

"I certainly don't think that they wouldn't," shrugged Arabella. "They're some of the worst kind of pirates, and I'm sure Bill wasn't too happy about them kicking off Jack. He might have fought it, and they probably killed him for it." She leaned forward. "And now that you're going after the Black Pearl with Jack, what are you gonna do about it?"

"The obvious," stated Will. He raised his head, and there was no surprise that his eyes were burning like a dark fire. "I'm going to find out what happened to my father."

"Mm."

"You disprove?" asked Will with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Nope," said Arabella before she brought up her tankard and took a long drink of her lightly warm rum. "Just be careful, brat. As you might have seen or not, these pirates aren't gonna be easy to be brought down. And I'd hate to break the news to Grace that her new half-brother did something stupid."

"So I have your blessing?"

"Blessing ain't gonna do you anything," said Arabella with a snort. "Now if you want a sword, pistol, or anything like that, you've got it." A gleam suddenly appeared in her eye. "Actually, I've got a better idea..."

~o0o~

Waking with a yawn, Isabella stretched out like a cat in the captain's bedroom, even smacking her lips as she opened her dark eyes. She'd finally got full nights rest, and to tell the truth, she felt better than she had in days. Sitting up, she yawned again while glancing out of the nearby window. "Huh," she said with surprise. She'd slept the morning away. That was something she had done since she was a little girl. She wondered why no one had bothered to wake her up.

Shrugging out of her nightgown - one of the few luxuries she brought with her - Isabelle had just pulled her clothes from yesterday out her bag with the door suddenly opened without any warning.

"Oi, its almost lunch time, about time to get up -"

Shrieking as she clutched her clothes to her chest in a attempt to hide currently naked body, Isabelle grabbed the closest thing to her, which turned out to be one of her boots, and chucked it at the intruder. If she hadn't be furious, scared, and embarrassed at the same time, she would have grin when it hit the man right in the face, who clutched his nose with a shout of pain.

There was the thumping of footsteps, and someone else appeared in her doorway. "I heard a scream - what is going on?"

Her cheeks burning a dark red, Isabelle reached for her other shoe. "Out!" she screamed. "Get out of my room, you perverts!" She threw the boot with all her strength. "Out, out, out!"

The door slammed shut just in time for the heavy boot to bounce off it, and Isabelle stared at it for a long moment before plopping onto her bed, willing her cheeks to return to their normal colour. She was going to kill Sparrow, and wondered how long it would take for Norrington to forget the sight of her naked.

... Wait, what was Norrington doing out of his cell?

~o0o~

On the other side of the door, Jack was clutching his nose, muttering every curse he knew under his breathe as if doing that would take the pain away. He didn't know that Bennett had such a wicked arm. He'd have to remember that before getting her angry again.

Next to him, Norrington was still staring at the door, his hand still on the knob. His eyes were wide and cheeks had turned a bright red color. "Did that just happen?" he finally asked in a mutter.

"If you mean did we just walk in on your little fiancee naked as the day she was born, than the answer is yes," Jack answered, wincing as he tried to feel if his nose was broken. Nope, and no blood. It would probably just bruise. That was some good luck than. "And she's not got a bad body either, right?"

"..."

Glancing up, Jack saw that Norrington still had a stunned look on his face as he continued to stare at the door. "Wait, don't tell me you've never seen a bird naked before," he asked with a smirk, which grew as the blush on Norrington's face brightened. "Than that was a bit of luck, wasn't it?" he said teasingly, patting the Commodore on the shoulder.

Smacking Jack's hand away, Norrington, who was sadly taller than him, turned to towered over him, face now red with anger instead of embarrassment. "I wouldn't have seen Miss Bennett naked if you hadn't barged into her room! What do you think you were doing, Sparrow? !"

"Oi, now," said Jack, holding his hands up to defend himself. "No one had seen her all morning, so I went to check up on her! I didn't know she'd be naked!"

"You could have knocked!" His hands were twitching for a weapon, and now more then ever, Jack was glad to rid Norrington of his sword and pistol before letting him run around his ship. Well, technically, it was his ship, but he wouldn't mention that.

"You certainly didn't seem to have a problem rushing into her room without knocking," Jack pointed out, with a small cheer of triumph when Norrington's anger slightly fell, returning to obvious embarrassment.

"I - I thought Miss Bennett was in trouble!" Norrington explained. "As a gentleman, its my duty to protect my betrothed."

"Ah, that's it than, trying to be the knight in armor and save the damsel in distress, mm?" said Jack with a smirk. "So than it was just an added bonus that she was -"

"Don't say it!"

"Say what? That the birdie was naked?"

"Yes, that! And stop calling her a bird!" said Norrington sharply. "She has a name!"

"And a lovely name it is. So... you're giving me permission to call her Isabelle, than?" said Jack with a raised eyebrow, trying to hold back a smile. It was just too much fun teasing the usually stuck up man.

"No, you can not call her that!" Norrington sputtered. "You can only call her Miss Bennett. And you are being far too familiar with her, Sparrow."

"I don't think I am," said Jack with a shrug. "In fact, I think I'm just familiar enough with her. After all, now I've seen her -"

"Don't say it!"

"- naked."

"For the love of - Please stop saying that word!" said Norrington an angry growl, as if every time Jack said the word "naked", all he could do was imagine Bennett with nothing on. Well, if that was the case, he should be thanking him.

"Naked," Jack said with a grin, which continued to grow as Norrington got more furious with each word. He didn't care of he was acting like a child, this was just too good! "Naked, naked, naked, naked -"

"Stop talking about me being naked!" the young woman of their topic yelled through the door, startling both of the men. A moment of stunned silence later, Isabelle slowly opened the door, glaring through the crack. "Captain Sparrow, Norrington. Would you mind having this conversation anywhere except outside my door?"

"But its the captains quarters. They're my rooms," whined Jack. She had already taken them over when he got back last night from a round of drinks with Gibbs.

"She's the only woman on board," fought Norrington. "Of course she should have rooms where she's not surrounded by a bunch on unlawful men."

"Is that so? Does that mean as the only lawful man here, you should be in there with her?" suggested Jack, and again was rewarded with a dark blush, this time from both Norrington and his fiancee. "Or maybe instead young William?"

"Enough, Mr. Sparrow," snapped Isabelle as she finally opened the door all the way, and to his disappointment, fully dressed. "Now would someone please like to explain to me why Norrington is out of the brig?"

"We made a deal," explained Jack with a shrug. "You're little fiance behaves, and I let him run around the ship. He's out numbered anyway, got no where to go, and I took away his weapons. Plus, he didn't want to leave you alone with a ruffian like me." He was starting to enjoy seeing those blushes. Maybe he could figure out a way to make them permanent. "Now get a move on, the crew will be comin' on soon."

"You found a crew?" Isabelle said, sounding a little surprised.

"Oh yeah, we found the best of Tortuga, we did," muttered Jack as he marched off, deciding to leave the two lovebirds alone for a few minutes while he instructed his new crew to come aboard the Interceptor. Maybe even get another drink before they head off.

~o0o~

It was extremely hard to look up at Norrington, especially when minutes ago, he had seen her naked, and even started talked about it with Sparrow. But Isabelle forced her gaze to meet his. She noticed that his wig was gone, and he had been given clothes better suited to working on a ship. He didn't look like the same man she had even seen in the brig last night. He looked... younger.

"Are you alright, Mr. Norrington?" Isabelle finally asked. "Did Sparrow treat you well enough?"

"I'm fine, thank you," said Norrington after clearing his throat. "I'm sorry about... the rude interruption. I will make sure it never happens again."

"Thank you, sir," mumbled Isabelle.

The two stood there for several long minutes, just staring at each other. It was becoming far too formal, as if they were expected to be on their best behavior in front of a large crowd, like when they were back home. Trying to break the awkward silence, Isabelle quietly asked. "Do you mind if I can you James again?" It was becoming strange to call him Norrington, aloud and in her mind.

"Not at all, Miss... Isabelle," said Norrington - James with a small smile. "In fact, I'd prefer it."

With a light blush that spread across her cheeks, Isabelle said, "I'm glad to see you out and about, James, though I am curious on how you convinced Sparrow to let you go."

"Actually, he came to me," said James, earning her surprise. "Said that he might as well put me to work, and as long as I didn't try to escape or attack him, I was free to roam the ship. I told him I would do neither, after all," he glanced her way, "I have to protect you from him and the others."

How many time was she going to blush today? "That is noble of you, James," said Isabelle with a tiny smile. "Thank you, again."

They just stood next to each other for a long minute, just soaking in each others presence. How long had it been since Isabelle actually saw James as her old friend? Even now, he still reminded her of Norrington, but there was parts of him that reminded her of the young boy that use to play with her. She almost sighed. He would never be her old James again, but maybe she would grow to like this James.

The sound of many footsteps drew Isabelle out of her thoughts, just in time to glance towards the ramp and see a group of men stomping onto the ship. She wrinkled her nose in slight disgust, but decided to wait before judging them. Who knew, maybe they would be a decent crew.

Hours later, they were put to the test.

Sitting on a crate and watching the crew working on the ship, Isabella shivered when she felt the cold wind blow over the ship. Looking up at the sky, she couldn't help but frown with worry at the dark grey clouds that were getting closer with each passing minute. She didn't like the look of this. Shivering again, and this time not from the cold, she turned to Sparrow, who was at the wheel. "Have you seen that?" she asked, nodding towards the sky.

"Aye. Looks like we'll have a storm within the hour," said Sparrow with a nod. He glanced towards her, one of his eyebrows raised. "What's the matter, love? Scared that a little rain will ruin your hair?" he teased lightheartedly.

"Of course not, Sparrow," Isabelle said with a scoff. When Sparrow smirked and turned away, she took the moment to glance over the railing, looking down at the slightly choppy water. It wasn't rain she was afraid of.

Something was wrapped around her shoulders, and Isabelle almost jumped before turning her head to see James standing behind her, having just finished placing a cloak on her. "Are you alright, Isabelle?" he asked with a small look of worry. "You looked cold."

"I'm alright, thank you, James," Isabelle said with a smile even as she took in her fiance appearance. Gone was the up tight Commodore. James was now sweating slightly from work and his usually pulled back hair now curtains around his face, tired even as he returned her smile.

"Oi, this ain't the time for ogling one another," barked Sparrow, making both of them go pink in the cheeks. It seemed to be his mission to make them blush at every opportunity. "Back to work, Norrington."

"Yes, sir," ground out James, giving her another look of concern before doing as he was told, working back alongside one of the women that belong to the crew, who's named Isabelle thought was Anamaria.

"Don't be so harsh with him, Sparrow," growled Isabelle as she turned to the captain, tugging the cloak around her. "He's merely worried about me." She huffed sadly. "After all, I am the daughter of a very important Admiral," she said rather bitterly. "He doesn't want to anger my father by bringing me back with even a cold."

"I don't think that's the reason he's worrying over you," said Sparrow, watching her out of the corner of his eyes. "How long have ya two know each other?"

Not expecting that question, Isabelle paused before a moment. "We meet when we were younger," she finally said. "I was five, and it was only for a year before my father forced us to move. And we only meet up again a few days ago." She smiled. "Actually, it was you breaking into my house that caused us to find each other."

"Just call me Cupid," grinned Sparrow, causing Isabelle to roll her eyes. "But really, love, I think the Commodore cares for you a little more than ya think. And not as a friend."

"The very idea of us being more than friends is ridiculous, Captain Sparrow," said Isabelle flatly. "James... James is in love with another," she finally admitted softly. "With Elizabeth Swann."

"Swann? The governors daughter and the young lady William is trying to save?" When she nodded, Sparrow winced. "Ouch. That's gotta hurt," he muttered.

"Believe me, the only reason he's to marry me is because of our fathers and their idiotic deals," Isabelle said, hurt creeping into her voice while she tightened her cloak around her. "Any romantic feeling he has for me are practically non existent."

"I wouldn't say that..."

"Well I can, and with great certainty," snapped Isabelle as she finally stood. "He's made it perfectly clear. Now if you excuse me, the winds are picking up, so I'll be in my rooms." She turned on her heel and marched down the stairs, ignoring everyone's gaze as she entered her temporary quarters, slamming the door behind her.

"What's her problem?" asked Arabella as she made her way up to the ships captain. The two Smith women had decided to come along at the last minute, though they kept their reasons to themselves. Not that Jack cared - at least not outwardly. Another set of hands was always welcome, and he knew that they were both good pirates to have along.

"Men, apparently," said Jack dryly.

Once hidden behind it, Isabelle shuddered as she leaned against the thick door, letting her eyes fall shut. That conversation was just a painful reminder that James would never have romantic feelings for her. She almost laughed. She had always wanted to be like her mother. And it looked like he'd get his wish.

Sliding down the door and finally hitting the ground, Isabelle let out a sob, her hands going over her mouth to silence them. Why was she crying? Just because it wouldn't matter if she ever fell in love with James or not, because he would always love Swann, and never her? They would simply be husband and wife, and nothing more, she knew that before had. So why couldn't she stop sobbing?

A sudden boom filled the air, quickly followed by the sound of rain and Isabelle cried out softly, her hands still holding back the sound. The storm had started.

Struggling up, Isabelle moved to the bed, practically falling onto it. She pressed herself into the corner, her legs tucked underneath her and her hands clasped over her ears as another clap of thunder filled her ears, quickly followed by a flash of lighting that she saw through the window.

Bright streaks of light, followed by gasps for air as she tried to break the surface...

Sobbing again, tears running down her cheeks, Isabelle closed her eyes and rocked herself back and forth. She would get through this storm alone, just like she got through ever other one.

Water pressing down on her, a heavy weight trying to crush her...

'It's only water,' her father said to her, a look of disapproval in his cold and dark eyes.

Screams and air escaping her, both quickly turning into a flurry of bubbles...

'It's only water.' Her father scoffed. 'Get over this idiotic fear of yours, Isabelle.'

Her limbs getting heavier and heavier, and her eyes finally falling shut...

Whimpering softly, Isabelle started to muttered under her breath, pretending that her mother had her arms wrapped around her, soothing her in Spanish as they waited out the storm and her fear of it. "You'll keep safe, mother. You'll keep me safe, mother. You promised..."

Before the storm was even half over, Isabelle had cried herself to sleep, and didn't answer when Sparrow knocked on the door to check up on her when he finally got his ship back on track. She didn't wake up when he laid her down and covered her with a blanket, all while wondering why her cheeks where stained with tears. And she didn't wake up when he wiped them away for her.

~o0o~

"What do you know about your little fiancee?"

Three men were sitting at the tables in the kitchens, which so far, no one had really touched, since it seemed no one was a cook. Blinking in surprise at first, Norrington finally narrowed his eyes. "Why do you want to know, Sparrow?" he asked suspiciously.

"Curious," said Jack with a shrug before taking a gulp of his rum, shifting his feet that were resting on top of the table. "That's all." He didn't want to mention that he had found Isabelle had cried herself to sleep for some reason. That was her business, after all, not his. "What?" he asked, when a few long moments had passed with not answer. "Don't tell me that you don't know anything about the woman yer going to marry."

"Of course I know things about Isabelle," said Norrington, even as he seemed to be thinking as quickly as possible for something to say. "Err..."

Across the table from from him, Will laughed a little at the hesitation, but managed to cover it up with a cough, finishing it off with a smirk that he hid from Norrington. That reminded Jack that he still had to figure out when was the best time to ask him about how his conversation went with Arabelle. Plus what was going on with her teaching him some fighting moves during their breaks.

"I only knew her when we were both children." said Norrington with a slight glare towards Will. "And even that was years ago. All I remember is that she loved to run around, tease the maids, and was afraid of water."

"Afraid of water? Strange for a Navy brat," Jack said, repeating what he said to Isabelle when he found of out about her fear.

"So wait - you're going to marry Miss Bennett without even knowing anything about her?" spoke up Will. "Why?"

"Are you really asking me that?" said Norrington dryly, and even Jack couldn't help but give Will a look. "You have heard about arranged marriages, haven't you, Mr. Turner? Before Admiral Bennett revealed that he and my father had already planned for us to be married, I was asked to marrying Miss Swann by her own father." Norrington shrugged sadly. "But now that I can not do that, he will probably find another to marry her."

Jack couldn't help but notice the dim hope that suddenly appeared in Will's eyes. "Probably another high ranking officer, right, Commodore?" he asked.

"Most likely," answered Norrington, and Will's hope faded a bit.

"Why is Bennett afraid of water so much?" asked Jack, bring him back to what he really wanted to talk about. "She's a daughter of a Navy officer, shouldn't she love it?" That was his experience with others born to fathers and mothers that lived for the ocean.

"One would think so," said Norrington. "But she's always had a fear of it, since I first meet her when she was a little girl. I tried asking her about it, but she would just ignore me, or say that it was nothing." He frowned for a moment. "Sometimes, I think it had something to do with her father, but I was never sure."

"Her father, Admiral Bennett, didn't treat her well?" asked Jack with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, he didn't treat her right, that is for sure," said Norrington bitterly. "I use to hear rumors from the maids of their own home that if she did something wrong, even something that most wouldn't even consider getting made over, he punished her severely. I don't know if that's continued in later years or not, but even now when she has the chance to run away, she's going to go back to him, though she made it clear that she knows that she'll be punished. And even after I told her this was her chance to break away, so she wasn't forced to marry me."

"That probably wasn't the best thing to tell her, mate," said Jack with a slight wince, remembering his conversation with Isabelle earlier.

"And the reason you say that?" asked Norrington with a frown.

Wondering how he should go about this, Jack took another sip from his bottle, hoping that it would give him a little courage. "In my experience, even if women know that their bein' forced to marry someone they didn't choose, it doesn't mean that they don't want that man to love 'em, even a little, just if it makes their lives a bit easier. You've basically shoved it in her face that you were never gonna love her, no matter what. She's basically expecting the rest of her life to be miserable now."

"What? I did no such thing," said Norrington angrily as he stood so quickly the chair was almost knocked over, trying to tower over him again. Will seemed slightly concerned, but Jack just looked up at him with a blank look. "I just want her to be happy!"

"Well, she doesn't see it that way," pointed out Jack. "So what did you tell her that made her think that way?"

Everything seemed enhanced. Silence seemed unusually loud, and the smell of fresh rain was stronger than even the smell of rum or sweat. Norrington's fury seemed to die down, and after a long moment, he sat back down, running a hand over his hair, still damp. "I...I told her... I don't know what I told her." He closed his eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt her."

"Ah, but you did," said Jack. "And now you have to fix it."

"And how do suppose I do that, Sparrow?" Norrington spat, sounding more like his old self.

"Don't look at me," said Jack with a shrug. "My luck with women is even worse than yours."

More silence, and Will just glanced back and forth between the two, as if waiting to see who would start the next verbal brawl. But instead, Norrington just sat there, silent for a long minute. "Pour me some of that," he finally said, waving a hand out to Jack and his rum.

"Nope, you gotta drink it from the bottle like a real man," said Jack as he shoved the bottle towards the Commodore. "Come on," he drawled out when he saw Norrington's hesitation. "Its not gonna kill you."

After a long moment, Norrington finally grabbed the bottle. "Fine," he said before bringing it to his mouth and taking a long gulp of it.

"That's the spirit," cheered Jack as Norrington finally finished, coughing since he was still not use to the burn of rum. "We'll make a real pirate out of you yet."

"Dear God, I hope not," Norrington groaned.

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Authors Note #2: That's right. The word "naked" was in here fifteen times. And here are some questions I wouldn't mind people answering in reviews!

1. So what do you think of how the stories going so far?

2. What do you think will change now that Will knows about his new half-sister?

3. And what do you think is the reason of Isabelle's fear of water?

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Love~Hanna