The Swann and her Sparrow

Chapter Six: Kiss Me

A/N: ‘Ello mates! Thank you for all of the reviews! You guys are really the people that get me to write.

DISCLAIMER: I sadly do not own anything from the original POTC, but I do own Isabelle and my own semi-plot.

Enjoy!!!

I started to freak out.

“Oh God. No no no no no. Hah. This is mad. Mad I tell you. This isn’t real. Imagination. Not real. No, not real.” I panted, panicking.

“Nope. It’s as real as you and I.” the voice said, which now was said to be Cotton.

“Stop doing that!” I yelled at him.

“Why? It might be useful one day.”

“How the bloody hell will this be useful?” I asked him.

“Well, suppose-” he started.

“Isabelle?” a man’s voice rung. I turned, and saw Jack coming. Alone.

“Isabelle.” he sighed, and sat down on the boat.

“I’m going mad Jack.” I said to him, while he took me into his arms.

“And how is that luv?” he asked.

“Everything’s wrong. I’m hearing voices. I’ve been lied to for my 17 years of life. I’m not really a Swann. And know, I’m going to die if the Royal Navy catches us.” I said, tears forming in my eyes. He held me closer, petting my hair.

“Shh luv. Everything will be fine. William will find the key for the chest, I’ll give him the compass, and you all will be free. And maybe your family is better than the Swann’s.” he said, comforting me. And I felt comforted. His arms were soft and warm, and it felt so nice to lay in them.

“It’s the part that I was lied to is the part that I don’t necessarily don’t like.” I told him.

“Every one is lied to. It’s what you makes you stronger.” Jack said.

“And who’s voice are we hearing, darling?” he asked, and a blush came up.

“Nobodies Jack. Must’ve just gotten mad with all that just happened.”

“Alright then.” he said, not believing me.

“Jack?” I said, not believing what I was going to say.

“Yes?”

“Why did you come? I mean, why bother coming to get me. I mean, I have emotional breakdowns every once in a while. Why come now?” I asked. He lifted up my chin with his hands, which were very soft I might add, and made me look in his gorgeous brown eyes.

“Because I care about you.” he said.

“You care about me?” I repeated.

“No. Let me rephrase that. Because I love you.” he said. My heart raced as he leaned forwards. I closed my eyes, and soon I felt his warm lips on mine.

Yep, my heart is racing fast to know. I was waiting for this to happen. Hehe, I love how they forgot about Cotton. Hehe.

Anyway, sorry for the short chapter, I decided that this was a great place to end. But to make it up for you all, I’m going to try and finished the next chapter.

Please review, and tell your friends. Also, if you want, can you tell me who you think Isabelle’s real father, mother, or both are. I already know who it is, but I want to see who ya’ll think it is. Maybe it’s a new character. Ya never know.