"My curiosity gets the better of me. Tell me, has he offered you a place in his bed yet, the king?"

"The less you know the better you sleep."

"So he has..."

"Why? Is the prospect grieving you?"

"No, on the contrary. If I was to take my chances with you it would be more rewarding to know the king himself had you."

"Your chances with me are just as fair as you surviving your appointment with the gallows tomorrow. I understood that when you relieved yourself."

"You saw nothing."

"Exactly."

I listened to the exchange with my hat down over my eyes; it all began a good five minutes ago and so far Angelica had the upper hand.

"Mother's love, Jack! It has been announced ye had yer appointment with the gallows yesterday. We thought ye were dead."

At first I thought I was imagining it but then I lifted my hat and saw Gibbs.

"Gibbs! And I was beginning to think you would leave your friend here to rot," I said, smiling as he unlocked the cell and stepped aside.

"I was tempted," he mocked, looking around, "We must hurry before the guard bypasses the cells before curfew."

"I suggest you let me out is well. Or else I will wake up every single Italian redcoat in this region before you can make it out of the building," said the man who had a heated conversation with Angelica earlier on.

I did not like that man and that is just saying it nicely.

Gibbs hesitated but opened his cell.

"My chances are increasing by every moment, if you have not noticed," he told Angelica, making her lean backwards to reduce the proximity.

"Hardly," she answered, punching him in the nose, "even if you were the last man on the planet your chances would be close to zero."

"But not zero," he grunted, holding his bleeding nose, "You have impressive strength in your fist."

"Angelica, darling, would you mind if we get out of here already?" I said as I took her sleeve and pulled her along. "Thank you."

We paid for three horses and within three hours arrived at Capri. The man, who was nearly as handsome as me, I repeat nearly, followed us at, what he thought, a safe distance. I did not see a potential to endanger any of us in him so I decided to deal with him given a better chance.

At arrival we disposed of the horses, renting two rooms for the night. Angelica went upstairs to bed while me and Gibbs stayed downstairs and enjoyed a bottle of rum each.

"What we be doing next?" Gibbs asked as I took a sip of the rum.

"We need to get out of Italy then we'll see," I answered lazily, "but first I will get Angelica off me shoulders, I had her around for long enough, especially since she attracted the king's attention and got me into this mess."

"And the bloke?"

"I will talk to him as soon as he shows up. He is the solution to our problems. I knew we could get some profit out of our Spanish beauty one day," I said, fully aware he would be willing to pay for her.

"Sounds like a toast," Gibbs announce.

"Aye," I agreed and met his bottle half way across the table before we both took a greedy gulp.

I could not sleep because the sounds of laughter and shouting were too loud so I placed my boots back on and, locking the door to my room, went downstairs to find Jack. Due to the early curfews in the convent I always went to bed before him as a habit. Half way down I stopped in bewilderment and pain. Jack, having a woman on his lap, was kissing her neck while one of his hands were under the woman's skirt. I knew he was touching her in the most intimate way possible, right between her thighs.

I was frozen to the spot as tears of anguish fell down my face, landing onto the floor as I began to shake. Once I ran back upstairs I buried my face into my pillow and soaked it until I practically had no strength to shed tears left. I felt empty from betrayal. I gave up everything for him. My innocence, my home and the right to return, my faith. Soon, my pain turned into anger and getting up I punched the wall continuously until I smashed my knuckles into flesh and fell to the floor in a heap of sobs.

When the nuns found out I was going to run away with Jack they warned me and tried everything in order to stop me. Why did I not listen to them? God, why didn't I listen? Why did I not take into account all the things I knew about pirates? I got the heartbreak the nuns told me he would give me and there was only myself to blame.

"Shall we continue in a less... inhabited atmosphere?" I whispered into the wench's ear. I had my fair share from Angelica of course but she could not compare to a whore's experience.

"Anything for your money," she answered, crashing her mouth onto mine and eating it up as if there was no tomorrow.

Just as we stood up Angelica stormed past us from down the stairs and headed to the bar. This led me to presume that she was standing there and watching us before going anywhere and for quite a bit at that.

"Change of plans, darling," I said and released the wench, "you may go."

I pushed through the crowd after Angelica.

"Do you have vodka and rum?" she asked and the bartender nodded.

"Aye. Which will you be taking?"

"Both," she answered, causing the bartender to look at her in surprise and shake his head before giving her what she wanted.

"This isn't a good idea, love. You never drank even wine," I said as she poured the two liquids into one and brought it up to her lips, me stopping her arm half way.

She slapped me with her other hand and emptied the glass in two confident gulps, cringing.

"Do not dare touch me with your filthy hands," she growled, "you disgust me. As if you sullied yourself in shit," she said, surprising me like no one else did. What happened to the angel?

"You are engulfed by emotion. Go to bed and we will talk tomorrow morning," I said, taking her upper arm only to have her shake me off.

"Talk? I have nothing to talk to you about Mr Sparrow," she said, pointing a finger to my chest.

"What happened to your hands? What have you been doing?" I asked. Unexplainable as it was, I did not like seeing her hurt.

"None of your concern anymore," she replied, pushing me out of the way.

"Where are you going now? It is not exactly a civilized part of Capri. You'll get yourself into trouble," I called after her.

"Mind your own business. Do you know who you are? A pathetic excuse for a man I once loved," she cried, "I pity you."

"Fine! I do not care," I shouted after her just before she slammed the door shut.

I went back to my table and sat down. I never knew that the submittable angel can be so insufferable when upset. She had no reason to be like that; I did not promise her anything.

"Good evening."

"You are too late. She has just left," I answered without looking up. I knew the smug voice.

"Left? And you let her go on her own? Do you know what can happen to her? Where did she go?" he asked and I threw the bottle in my hands across the table in anger.

"Damn you! I don't know where she went and don't want to know."

The man threw me a glare and left towards the door with no other words, slamming it just as hard as she did.

A woman approached me purposefully and sat across from me. Heavy makeup while the opposite could be said about her clothing.

"I can see that you need to relax and release your tension," she said, leaning in order to promote her cleavage.

"Not today," I told her and left after the man, wondering why I even bothered.

This is set in their early years. Angelica has just turned sixteen and he is twenty-two. She was fifteen when they met. Before you think that is too young in Romeo and Juliet she was only fourteen so in their time it was common to get married by that age. Jack has not yet became the captain of the pearl.

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