It was to take about three weeks to get to Teague's. After one day I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle it. Having Teague on the Pearl seemed to put a massive strain on he and Jack's already very stretched relationship. I don't think Teague could help what he was doing, but I could see why Jack was quickly reaching the end of his tether. Having been used to being Captain of his own ship and also being Jack's father meant that Teague often tried to take over. It seemed to be an unwritten rule that he was not to take orders from Jack, as he was not technically part of the crew so we were to treat him more as a guest. Teague, however, did not really take this view. It was in his nature, as it was in Jack's, to Captain a ship and not take orders or sit idly by while others were in charge. Unfortunately for Jack this meant that every move he made and every order he gave out to his crew, Teague was behind him every step of the way altering everything slightly to suit his own Captaining style. Every little thing Jack did was closely monitored, criticized and then tweaked by Teague.

Jack became increasingly irritable and the conversations between he and Teague just got shorter and shorter. They didn't argue, so to speak, they both just snipped at each other... all day, every day for near on three weeks. It started to grate on my nerves and I think it also started to rub off on me too, because I often felt myself getting grumpy for no real reason. The last week of the journey was a nightmare for everyone on board. I put it down to living in such tense conditions for so long. The poor crew. It was with some relief we came in sight of our final destination.

"Almost there!" Pintle sounded happy, which annoyed me.

"Yes, I can see that!" I snapped. He blinked at me, a little shocked. I was a bit taken a back myself. "I'm sorry," I said quietly, "I don't know where that came from..."

"Alright," he looked a bit confused and wandered off before I could say anything else. I wiped my eyes and my hand came away wet. What the bloody hell was I crying about? It was at the moment that thought entered my mind that the ship lurched sideways and my stomach swirled with it. I felt really, really sick.

"Alright, Belle?" Jack asked as I tried to keep my food down. I looked at him. "Oh, bugger! You've gone all green, love. Are you feeling alright?"

"Alright?" I repeated and he flinched as my voice rose several pitches. "Does someone who's 'gone all green' generally feel alright?"

"Well... no, but..."

"I feel crap!" I shouted. "Absolute crap and it's all you're fault!"

"My fault?" he repeated. "How?"

I glowered at him, but I never got the chance to formulate any words or figure out for myself why I was quite so angry with him before food rose in my throat and I lunged for the railing, only just making it. It was a horrible few seconds that made me a bit shaky, but I felt instantly better. Jack's hand rested between my shoulder blades as I came back up. "Oh dear," he said. "I think you've been eating the same food as Gibbs, love. Can't remember what he said it was, but he's been sick too."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "We shared some of those oranges the other day, they did taste a bit sour."

"You feeling alright now?" he asked. I smiled.

"Much better," I nodded. "Sorry I blamed you I just..."

"It's alright, love," he smiled.

"Land ho!" Teague said very loudly and just as Jack was about to kiss me.

"I know that," Jack did nothing to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"Yes, but you haven't announced it."

"Why would I need to do that?"

"So the crew know."

"But they already know it, because they can see it, so my announcing it would be completely pointless," Jack looked irritated and was nearing the end of his fuse.

"I always tell my crew," Teague was calm enough because he thought he was right.

"Well my crew aren't complete idiots," Jack muttered.

"What was that, lad?"

"Nothing!" Jack's teeth ground together. Land couldn't come quick enough.

It's always a bizarre feeling stepping onto land after weeks and weeks at sea. It gets easier and you get used to it after a while, but it still sometimes hits you unexpectedly. I felt a bit dizzy and it was kind if hard to walk. The world felt more solid when I was at sea than it did when I stepped on land it swayed around and dipped like it was caught in a wave. I closed my eyes, still feeling the motion. I heard Jack laugh and really wanted to punch him, but I couldn't because he was the one with the supportive hand on my back to stop me falling.

When things felt a bit more normal I opened my eyes. Jack looked at me and smiled, putting his arm properly around my shoulders. Teague appeared very suddenly beside Jack. "You ready for this, lad?"

"'Course," Jack was looking relaxed, safe in the knowledge that now he wouldn't have to put up with having his father on his ship anymore. "Can't be that difficult, can it?"

"Well, I just thought things might be difficult since you haven't seen everyone in a while."

I looked at Jack who had paled. "Everyone?" he repeated. "As in...?"

"As in your siblings, Jack-y." Teague smiled.

Jack did not.

"I did not sign up for this..." Jack muttered.

"They can't be that bad!" I said.

"You haven't met them!"

"Yeah, well you're talking someone who spend most of her life as James Norrington's sister." He laughed at that, but only for a second.

"Seriously, Belle, not met them... but I think it starts now."

I suddenly felt really nervous and looked to where Jack was grimacing at a figure walking up the jetty towards us. "Who's he?" I asked as Teague walked a head to meet him first.

"Brother," Jack said shortly. "Hugh."

"He's very... handsome," I said absent-mindedly squinting at Hugh, forgetting for a second it was Jack, my husband, I was talking to and I wasn't having a gossip with Elizabeth, who perhaps would have appreciated my comment more than Jack seemed to. Before I could correct myself Teague was beckoning us over. Hugh smiled. Jack did not.

"Jack," Hugh said, sounding pleased... sort of. He looked at me, "And who might you be?"

"Isabel," I smiled and he grinned back. There was something very... Jack about his grin. The same amount of mischief. He stuck out his hand. I took it and he bent to kiss it.

"Hugh," he said. I almost said 'I know', but I didn't because that would have been a bit odd, so instead I just smiled and nodded. Jack shifted slightly closer to me as Hugh let go of my hand, but had to take his arm away from my shoulder as Teague handed him one of the crates he had brought back with him. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

'Wow, he's so much more polite than his brother!'

"You too."

Jack coughed. Hugh pretended not to have noticed, "Would you like me to show you round the island, darlin'? Give you a tour?"

He had slipped an arm around my shoulder when Jack had taken his off and had started to lead me away from him and Teague. Before I could say a word there was a loud "Oi!" from Jack. Hugh turned.

"What's the problem, Jack-y?" he raised an eyebrow. "Feeling threatened?"

"No."

"Good, it's not like you have a chance anyway."

"She's my wife, actually."

I smiled because it made me unbelievably happy to hear him call me his wife out loud. Hugh started laughing. He stopped when he saw the look on Jack's face, "Oh. You're being serious?" He stared at me. "You're married? To him? Why don't you just come with me, honey, I can show you a better time than he can."

He winked, I blushed. Jack put down his crete. "That's my wife you're hitting on."

Hugh removed his arm from around my shoulders and looked at me, "So, he's your..."

"He's my husband."

"Meh... For just now. We'll just have to see where this week goes," Hugh winked at me again before he walked off. I pretended to be shocked, but secretly I was little pleased.

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