"I'm pretty sure it's the rum. At least it is in Jack's case," Hook mused. Now there was a pirate who truly loved his rum. Jack was certainly an odd duck as the saying went. Sometimes he seemed a bit more made than the Mad Hatter. That might have been because when Jefferson had his moments they actually tended to be insightful if you could figure them out were Jack had you just staring at him wondering how much rum he had had.
Well things were certainly entering shaky territory that Hook wasn't sure he wanted to enter. After Milah he didn't think he'd ever be able to care for another woman in such a way and he certainly felt it wasn't safe to do so least the lass he come to care about meet the same fate. Anything he found himself feeling for Isabela he stuffed down; tried to ignore it. Even if he felt it was safe to fall in love with his fellow pirate and partner he knew that such a thing would be welcome. "We both know that even if I wanted to, Isabela would keelhaul me if I tried."
"No, our partnership is mutually beneficial as with it makes more sense to work together than oppose each other as there is hardly enough work for a pirate here without having a rival. It does, however have its perks," he admitted. He didn't bother to hide the fact that theirs was a partnership of both business and pleasure. That's all it was those. Isabela was more than welcome to take who she wish to her bed when he was not in it.