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"Nervous?" Will jests, elbowing you.

"Not a chance," you smirk, even though your mind is already turning over the possible outcomes, most of them ending horrendously.

"Then get on with it!" Beckett snaps. "Put your hand in the hat, grab an object, and go get locked in the room."

Rolling your eyes, you drop your hand into the hat and pull out the first thing your fingers brush up against. You splay your fingers, revealing the object in your palm.

You stare at the object, your heart climbing to your throat. No. Not him. No no no no no no no...

The compass feels familiar in your hand and your stomach lurches to think about the unspeakable acts you and Jack Sparrow had committed over the years, many over a bottle or two of rum, some of them you would willingly purge your whole memory for.

"Well, love," Jack says, standing, seeming just as awkward for you to have pulled his compass from the hat. "I suppose it's us again."

"Again?" Will asks.

"Please," you whisper, your voice suddenly hoarse, quite unlike the laughing and smirking you Turner is familiar with, "don't ask."

"Isabella?" Will asks. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," you force out even though you want to scream or cry or run to the side and vomit. You follow the pirate captain into Beckett's office and wrap your arms around yourself, goosebumps raised on your skin, as Jack Sparrow closes the door behind you.

The two of you stare at each other for a minute that seems to stretch on forever. When you finally meet Jack's eyes your stomach swoops and you remember rum isn't the only reason you were willing to let Jack do it—any of it.

"Isa," Jack says. He takes a deep, nervous breath. His mouth moves as he searches for words to say but nothing comes to mind. He eventually closes his mouth and his eyes widen as he looks at you.

You start to shake. Ghostly warmth passes over your body in light touches, each warm feeling accompanied by the familiar feeling of ocean-worn hands. Your breathing starts to come fast and paranoid. You feel sick at a memory surfacing in your mind. 

You start to cry.

Comforting arms wrap around you instantly. You sob into Jack's chest, vomit building up in your throat.

"We were so close, Jack," you whisper, your voice choked with emotion. "We were so close... And so many times, too..."

"Which part are you talkin' 'bout, love? The gettin' married part or...?"

"The other part," you sniffle.

Jack doesn't seem to know what to say. He hesitates, his jaw working but no sound coming from his mouth. Eventually, the pirate pulls in a deep breath and steels his nerves. "I...I'm sorry, love," he whispers. "I did this...and I can't fix it. I can't run away from it, either." He lowers his eyes. Just as he starts to continue in his long apology, you abruptly feel desperately, utterly sick. You mentally go through the list of possibilities of why you could be sick:

Seasick? You—never.

Normal sick? No one else is sick to catch it front, weather is good, you were fine five minutes ago.

Homesick? Please. You haven't been homesick in years.

As the list shrinks, you come close to the subject you haven't wanted to touch and getting locked in a room with Jack made a whole lot harder not to touch.

Pregnant?

That's when it hits you.

As much as you want a baby, you hate the idea of it never seeing its father, a pirate chased by the British whom you would likely never see again. So even as painful as it is to have lost the baby four times with Jack...it would be better off.

Unless...

"Jack—" you start. He looks at you quickly. "I...I want to try again."

He looks at you like you've gone insane. "After four losses, I don't think—"

"Jack, I want to try again," you say firmly.

"Isa, we have three minutes left."

"Not now," you say, scooting closer to him. "Just...I want to get married." You watch Jack's face closely. Shock is the first thing you see. Followed by confusion...fear...speechlessness...worry... At last, Jack speaks.

"Isa...me? You want to get married to me?"

"Yes, Jack," you say. "You."

"But...why me? You know me! I flirt around, I'm a pirate, I..." He shakes his head. "I'm me."

"Exactly," you whisper. "You're you, Jack." You kiss him gently. "And that's what I want. You."

Jack pulls you close and whispers in your ear in a very Beckett-like style, "Consider it done." You feel a band slip around your finger but Jack doesn't give you time to look. He pulls you in for a kiss—and then the door opens.

Will shakes his head and grins, then closes the door on the two of you again, leaving you in peace with the pirate you've fallen so deeply in love with.