A/N: Welcome to my new story. This is mainly Romance, but has a bit of Drama as well. I hope you'll find this work entertaining to read and that you'll like it.

I will keep uploading the other stories as well alongside this one. Primarily The Man From Apartment 512 as I have those chapters done already (needs simple editing to avoid typos as much as possible).

I will upload The Man From Apartment 512 tomorrow (Saturday 24.06.17).

If you have read Como la flor and remember it – this story is a bit in a similar section. Except that this is not exactly an AU.

I had this story finished on my computer (I have written tons of stories I have not uploaded), so alongside TMFA 512 I just need to edit the chapters. Thought that I just may as well upload it so someone can read it and hopefully like it (:

Mostly, this will be from Jack's point of view.

Summary: Jack has signed a deal to become a Commandeer, bringing the Baron and his fiancée across the Atlantic for their wedding in New England - without the knowledge of whom this fiancée is.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Disney or Pirates of the Caribbean.


She's Engaged

Chapter I


"Engaged," he mutters under his breath.

Why do people get engaged?

Why do people get married?

Ugh.

He will never understand that.

Disgusting is what it is.

Nonetheless will he understand how that infernal piece of a metal can define that another man possess her.

She is standing further away and smiles widely to a girlfriend she is saying goodbye to and the grand diamond is shimmering by the bright sunlight.

Unbelievable a man has managed to trick her into this. His woman has been hunted down into an engagement. TO ANOTHER MAN.

It is insane such a little piece of jewel carries such power.

It is plain stupidity.

Stupid, how foolishly she grins.

Stupid, how dreamy her eyes are.

A handsome man, possessing this ring - and soon woman, grabs her hand and kisses it.

Her smile grows.

This wooden and neatly formed railing is almost not holding his balance straight anymore. He has to take a step backwards and face his supposedly loyal friend.

Supposedly.

He still is.

It is injustice to put him to blame for persuading the two best friends and companions into this task. Or mission.

It is a mission and it might as well be called one. Indeed, when going over the tasks that have to get executed.

He remembers well how he got the proposal from Gibbs.

They were rising from the muddy London street, having been thrown out from this immensely popular pub. In search of a proper woman for the night, somehow they had upset the wrong persons and without any particular power of sorts; the doors separated when the duo was aggressively shoved outside. For that moment, Jack had cursed about losing some good old piracy fuel.

Below this shelter they found, Gibbs had eventually opened his mouth as Jack brushed his hat. When putting it back on top of his head, the wet hat had plashed water all over his face.

"There is this… Baron," Gibbs began.

Jack was not hearing him out.

"His men approached me a few days ago," he went on.

Jack's eyes still scanned the building which they had been thrown out of. Somewhere there, there must be a way in.

Gibbs cleared his throat.

"Baron George Baines is getting married in New England. Since half the ocean is threatening him, he asked for our assistance. He needs to get him and his bride safely across the Atlantic Ocean."

Sneakily, Jack snatched a bottle of rum from a passing walker's pocket, revealing his excellence in pick pocketing.

"Baron Baines," Jack starts distantly before taking a swig of the rum. "Why, in the bloody world, would we come help that scumbag, Master Gibbs?"

"He..," Gibbs trails off. "Offers us... or rather you, to bring his fleet over the sea, get titled Commandeer and end up in history books."

Jack gulped down the rum he had let stay in his mouth. "Are ye sayin' I'll be a Commandeer?"

"Aye."

"That be even better than Captain."

"Aye."

Slowly Jack nodded. "What's the catch?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Nothing really. He has knowledge ye be knowin' the seas as good as the palm of yer hand. And he needs it if he shall cross the sea unscratched."

It was then Jack nodded in final agreement. "Then we shall give him his convoy." Jack stood up with his hands out and a quirky grin. "What do ye say?"

"Glad we are on terms with this."


"I am expected to share a ship with her."

It is not easy to tell if Jack is leaving a statement or question in the air.

Gibbs approaches the railing where Jack previously had been standing and gazes over the harbor. The woman is unknowing of her little audience from the vessel she soon has to board.

With this red dress, she looks absolutely divine. Long brown curls reaching further down her back and it is something with her glowing face that is just too attractive.

"Remember, Jack," Gibbs shouts over his shoulder. "We can steal all of this fleet after seeing our names in the history books we signed our deal on."

With his flamboyance steps, Jack once again approaches the railing. He leans onto it and examines the harbor, once again realizing his eyes get caught on her.

Suddenly the man, Baron George Baines, reaches out for her hand which he tenderly places a kiss on. She blushes and Jack has to roll his eyes at the sight.

Was this something he wants to endure?

It is silly. Love is silly.

And stupid.

Even more silly and stupid when it comes from her. Has she stumbled on a stone and cracked her head a bit? How in the world can she otherwise want to marry? Marry anybody else but Jack.

He feels as if he is betrayed. Even if that is not logical at all.

And at the same time, Jack feels the losing battle. The contest he entered many years ago and now officially lost.

Damn Baines. Or whatever his name is. Bloody Baines.

"I don't think, eh, Gibbs that I can do this," Jack gestures towards the scene on the harbor with a nod from his head.

"Oh, Jack," Gibbs says. "I thought ye were over-."

"I am!" He cuts Gibbs off. He then holds his hands out as if he tries to either convince Gibbs, or his inner self. "I be just somewhat tired of bein' 'round a complete lunatic. And – a man psychopath hot on the lunatic's tail."

"B-but Jack," Gibbs begins to hurry after Jack who walks with firm steps towards the boarding plank.

With a white suit and golden decorations, Baron George boards the ship. He glows at the sight of his fleet all around the harbor. He is a very wealthy man, and was born with a so-called silver spoon in his mouth. He has never had to do much in life to succeed. But indeed, does he have a mind of business.

His fingers snap to a servant who hurries up the boarding plank, clearly struggling with the heavy chest he carries.

"Place that inside my quarters," Baron George demands.

When the sweaty servant does not manage to lift it up from placing it onto the ground, Baron George's hand moves to finger on the pistol he has in his pocket.

At once by the sight, the servant lets out a groan and lifts the heavy chest to carry it into Baron George's quarters.

"Baron," Jack shouts and raises his finger as to announce something. His mouth opens as he will go on and inform the Baron of him quitting this job before it will go out of hand.

"Commandeer Sparrow," the Baron shuts Jack up in greeting before he has time to do so.

Jack freezes.

Commandeer Sparrow?

That sounds... bloody good.

Bloody darn good.

"I just wanted to announce that even though... what you may be – I am happy that you decided to guard me overseas. It will be much needed, considering the bribe which unfortunately leaked to these angered people."

The man is not a gentleman, precisely. Jack considers again declining when he glances over the railing and sees the lady nicely placing a sympathetic hand on the servant who had struggled with the chest. She says something compassionate to him and they share a warm smile.

"I have angered many people, and surely some will try to hurt me – or someone I love."

At those last words, Jack's eyes drifts back to the Baron just to go back to the lady.

"I, and my fiancée will feel safe under your watch, Commandeer Sparrow."

Jack catches one last glimpse of her and then swallows. He fakes a smile.

"It'll be my pleasure."

The Baron smiles. "The charts are in the quarters to the left, where you will stay."

Jack does an "Ay-ay Captain". It is an odd feeling to it all. Kind of, noble feeling? The Baron reflects it before the two part.

Jack heads to the quarters to the left and Gibbs is hot on his heels.

The Baron himself hurries to the boarding plank and reaches his hand out to his fiancée.

"My lady," he speaks, fawning over her and she takes in the vessel.

The deck is decorated with golden linings, the wooden railings are finely curved. Mahogany doors and marble doorknobs.

"It's breath-taking," she admits.

The Baron laughs and shakes his head in amusement before nodding in agreement, believing she refers to the lavish boat he has adjusted just for her.

She walks across the deck and places her silk gloved hands onto the railing to gaze into the horizon.

"The view," she lets out.

The Baron wears a frown for a brief second. "Oh... I thought..," he trails off. He shakes his head and approaches her, standing beside her with his hand on her back. "It is," he admits to her statement.

Sailors load the very last suppliers onto the ship and their closest servants have boarded another ship already. Some have started to sail already and The Baron waves to his servant.

"Bring out Commandeer Sparrow. I need a word with him."

The vessel departs from the harbour and the lady coughs.

"George?" she questions. "Commandeer... what?"

"Sparrow?"

"Sparrow?" she wonders if this is really happening or if she is dreaming. Maybe lots of men carried the surname Sparrow? Maybe lots of people were sailing ships, were captains and also capable of being a commandeer? AND were named Sparrow?

"Oh, forgive me, darling. You haven't even met the Commandeer!" George lets out.

As if on cue, Commandeer Sparrow walks out on deck with Gibbs once again hot on his heels.

"Wouldn't it be better if we took to the left? That island be... fishy, and ye know that," Gibbs tries to convince Jack.

Jack himself stops tracks when seeing her.

Not only that.

But she sees him.

Her eyes widen and it seems as if she takes a step back. This cannot be happening. With a brief glance, she looks up to the sky and wonders if it is her dear Mama pulling this prank on her or if it is her upset Father wanting to give her his revenge.

"There you are," George waves Jack over and she feels how he locks her eyes. "I have not presented the two of you."

Jack approaches and she feels how her heart is pumping way faster than it is supposed to.

He himself examines her carefully. That lady has always had him in the palm of her hand, as Gibbs liked to point out. Even if she is this beauty, and always have been; there is something much deeper. As a connection on a deeper level. And that truly scares the hell out of him.

In a way, he wants to leave and never look back. Yet, there is another force that works as a magnet, somehow magically pulling him towards her.

He clears his throat and reaches out his hand. Shakily she does the same but he is fast to grab a hold of it and place a lingering kiss on it. Her skin burns against his lips and he wonders if there are a thunderstorm coming or simply his vision seeing lighting.

"Commandeer Jack Sparrow, this is my fiancée. My future wife – Lady Angelica Teach."

He says nothing and nor does she.

"Angelica, this is Commandeer Jack Sparrow."

He bows and when she returns to reality, she quickly but shakily curtsies as she is under watch of her George.

Jack turns to the Baron.

"In fact, we've met before."

Angelica's eyes shoots open and she throws him warning and worried eyes.

George looks surprised. "You have?"

Jack glows but tries to pretend being partly ashamed. "Aye, kind of stole something from her father."

"Oh," George says.

Angelica is fast to speak. She has to remember to kill Jack for this.

"It was only short on the seas. He encountered my Father."

Jack looks between the two.

George explains himself. "I was just... surprised a woman like you had encountered a pirate."

At once, Angelica puts on her more manipulative side. Jack sees it right away and has to roll his eyes but George is absolutely in trance.

Tenderly she places her thumb on his stubby chin to rub him softly there. "Unfortunately you cannot hide at all times."

At that she throws another glare to Jack before quickly sweetly smile to George.

He pulls her close with his arm and looks to Jack, chuckling. "No criminal will ever be close to you again, darling. Now this pirate man will work for us a Commandeer, bring you safely to New England and there you shall have your finest days."

He is so sweet. At least to her. He truly is.

Jack examines the couple with a fling of a tugging feeling, specially at the sight of physical contact between the two. There has been a time when he used to go mad over that and crush any man crossing her way. Maybe he still does, in a way.

Does that man treat her better than he used to?

Is that man better than he is?

Obviously.

For starters, The Baron has not left her an awful amount of times.

The very last time Jack was with her, he had spent those wonderful nights at the Spanish coast before leaving at sunrise and never looking back.

He left her when she was going to become a nun, already corrupted. He left her at Sola Fide Beach in the Caribbean. She left him after the wedding celebrations between Mr Turner's son and Hector Barbossa's daughter. He left her when their two vessels met on the Atlantic Ocean. She left him after almost having him proposing to her in Madrid. And then, he finally left her after the random encounter in Cádiz.

Or was it "random"? He had not heard the rumors of Blackbeard's daughter being seen on a ship heading to Cádiz, had he? And he had not followed it like a love-struck puppy with tongue hanging out of the mouth. No, not at all.

It is just this simple addiction that drew him towards her, simple as that.

The back and forth relationship torn her apart, and Jack knows that. Still, he had always found it impossible to engage into intimacy with her and then pull away, afraid of commitment.

Or rather - afraid of what commitment feelings she awakened in him.

She, does not know of that though.

George excuses the two of them as they walk towards their quarters, the lady having one herself. She looks over her shoulder and when their eyes meet, she quickly look away.

Gibbs who has remained behind Jack during the whole event, finally lets out the breath he does not know he had held in.

"Almost thought for a moment ye were to spill the truth."

Jack gives him a glare sideways over his shoulder and marches up towards the helm.

"What truth."

Gibbs hurries after him up the stairs.

"That you are in love with the Baron's fiancée."

Jack swirls around and raises his index finger warningly. "Am not."

Gibbs' eyebrows are quirked. "Denied if for years now, Sparrow. Isn't about time to just... admit it?"

Jack pretends being busy examining the maps while he retorts. "Admit what? That she is a maniac. A crazy damsel tryin' to make my life miserable any chance she gets."

Gibbs sighs and sits down on the railing. He takes a swig of a bottle of rum.

"How exactly is she making yer life miserable right now?" he questions. Jack turns pale as he knows where Gibbs is heading. "By actually being in love and engaged to another man – right in front of yer face."

This glare Jack shoots is the final one. He spins the helm so fast it catches a hold of a rope that swings past Gibbs, shoving him over the railing and he falls headlong down onto deck.

He grunts at Jack who peers down. Without standing up, the first mate takes another swig of the rum.

"Ye just proved it," he mutters under his breath.


A/N: So here is the start of this story. If you read TMFA 512 you'll see the newest chapter tomorrow. I hope you liked this start of this story, but you are very welcome to tell m your opinion. Either in PM or in a review. I appreciate all kinds of response as I want to improve as a writer.