Jack Sparrow cautiously looked around before taking the old ring from within Tia Dalma's shack, and he slid it on his finger, saving it for a more useful time, and was glad to see that none of the crew had seen him take it, too busy watching the bloody monkey, and his mind fell to an older time with the ring.
Jack sat in the sand, the young Spanish woman close in his arms, her head gently dipped into his chest, and she closed her eyes, a sweet smile forming on her lips.
"I love you, Jack." Angelica told him, and looked up into his eyes, sheepishly smiling at her outburst, but she had been with Jack a month or so now, and she trusted him, and, as stated, she loved him.
Jack lifted her face gently in his hands. "As do I, love." he held her face with just one hand now, and he fished around in his pocket for something, and placed a small round object in Angelica's hand, then closed her hand into a fist, and released her from his grip.
"Hm?" Angelica asked him, still holding whatever the object was in her hands, and Jack smirked at her as she stared intently at him. She smirked back and opened her hand, only to see a small ring in her hand. It looked old, lovely, a dark purple gem inside it. "Jack is this...?" she looked happily at the pirate.
Jack smiled. "Of course, love." he answered, and chuckled as she threw her arms around him. Being with Jack had been the best time in all of her life, and she was ready to commit herself to him. She kissed him and broke away after what seemed like an eternity, and said,
"I love you."
And it was even truer the second time...
Jack frowned, remembering the day that it came, he left her at the altar, sailing away on the Pearl. He had remembered faintly hearing her screaming at the top of her lungs in Spanish for him to stop, to come back to her, only then did he think.
The seas had called to him, he loved his ship like nothing else, and fell for the sea, untamable, wild, beautiful, and he had to say the same about the Latina watching with tears in her eyes as he left, and he shook his head, and sailed away, to freedom, and he didn't look back.
Jack wondered how the ring had ended up in Tia Dalma's shack, he would have to ask her about it another time, when the crew wasn't around, and he didn't need information that could mean life or death, for him.
He glanced one last time at the ring before turning back to Tia Dalma who had returned from rummaging around in whatever she had been rummaging around in, and she returned with an odd object...a jar of dirt.
