The Swann and her Sparrow

Chapter Seven: Jones & Kisses

A/N: Hey mates! Yep, I’m as excited as you are that Jack and Isabelle finally have some time alone. Oh, wait, Cotton’s there. But he doesn’t talk, out load. P.S There is some kissing in here. ;)

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the original characters nor the plot, but Isabelle, some characters, and my own semi-plot is mine.

Isabelle’s POV

His lips were so soft, and so warm, and mmmmm. The kiss was so passionate, so loving, but yet rough and wild. I could taste the faint taste of rum, but that didn’t bother me anymore. I was kissing Captain Jack Sparrow.

He put his hand in my hair, and pulled me closer, while I tangled mine in his treads. His tongue slowly asked for permission to enter my mouth, and I let it.

“Missy, sorry to disrupt your. . . Party, but I can hear the others coming back.” Cotton said in my head, and I realized that he was watching us. I also realized that the other were coming.

I pulled back unwillingly. Jack took of his hand from my hair, and placed it on my laps. Cotton was staring at us.

I started to blush madly. There was an awkward silence between the three of us.

Jack’s POV

Why’d she have to pull back? Why? I cried in my head. Fast footsteps answered my question. Dear William. She didn’t want him to see because he would be mad.

“Isabelle.” Will ran to her, and hugged her tightly. I felt some feeling rise up in my stomach. What was it?

“Are you alright?” he asked her. Get your hand off my girl.

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine.” she said to him, looking at me. She’s fine because of me, you stupid wrench.

“Good. Who cares about what that stupid woman said anyways? You’re a Swann, and you’ll always be one.” Will told her, and finally took his arms away. She laughed.

“I hope you’re right Will.” she told him.

“Capt’n, what now?” Gibbs asked me while everyone gathered into the boats. I rose, and walked over to the second rowboat.

“To the Pearl, Master Gibbs.” I said.

“And after?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.

“Where else? The Flying Dutchman.” I said. He nodded, and went off to where Isabelle, Will, and those two others were. Cotton started to row the boat.

Why couldn’t Tia let them stay longer? Give them some bloody rum? And why could’ve Cotton fall down and get eaten by an alligator. No offence to him, but then Isabelle and I would be alone.

Another feeling rose up, but this one was warm, and gushy. Captain Jack Sparrow does not have feeling like this. Right? I thought. God, I was too confused. I didn’t know what to do. Why’d Isabelle ever have to come into my life? Why couldn’t she have been ugly, or mean, or why couldn’t she have hated me? Then I bloody won’t be feeling this way.

I’ve liked woman before. Woman in Tortuga. The ones with those tight dresses, and those that wanted to go into my cabin, but she was different. She was showing off what she had, and she doesn’t want to go into my cabins. And for once, I couldn’t care less. I loved her for not her body, for not her wantings, but for herself.