A/N: This story is completely OOC, but I thought it would be fun to try the concept. It's kind of about 'Forbidden Love'. Hopefully, you'll like it! And when you read the ages of the characters, I know it's something to react on but it was common back then.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Summery: Angelica lives in a wealthy family and is betrothed to a Lord when of all sudden she meets Jack, a servant her father hired.

Como la flor

Chapter I - Happiness

Port Royal, Jamaica

Even though the town that was situated on the southeast side always had sunbeams lightening it up, that particular day was not like every ordinary. Still, the majority of the population was delighted to the fact that during their shift behind each stand, they didn't have to sweat as much as usual. They could for once just enjoy their time as sellers behind their fruit stand with happy expressions and respond nicely to the costumers in the yet tropical air.

That was truly what happened on the market-place on a normal day of the week. Nothing particular occurred expect for one or two thieves that would make an entrance and almost immediately get caught by the town police. Obviously, they'd try to make an escape in the slums among the poorer houses. Trying to disappear in the richer area was out of question since guards strolled around the mansions with watchful eyes and rifles resting on their shoulders.

Among those large houses, had a hacienda-like mansion been built. Just like the other expensive accommodations in the luxury territory, it had a fence surrounding it. Naturally to keep unwanted people out of the wealthier place.

The families which lived there were all the same. While the men were either lords, governors, well paid businessmen or lawyers, the women spent their days gossiping on their tea parties. At some points, they'd only throw a glance in the direction of where their children played. Unnecessary since they were well watched by the maids anyhow. One of those families that carried around on a fortune was the Teaches. Edwards Teach, the father himself. He was a famous captain and very popular in the first class. Having a high title as a commander over the captains of the Navy, he was also very well appreciated in England. Compared to many in the area though, he had worked himself up to the top.

Beatrice Teach was his younger wife. On his visit to Cádiz, Spain, he had met the beauty and fallen in love with her. After a deal with her father, he managed to convince him that he'd make a great husband and son-in-law. Indeed he had been. Edward had sent many chests filled with golden coins and jewels to Beatrice's family back in Spain. Not that the de la Perezes needed it. Julio III de la Perez along with his wife Magdalena de la Perez and their two children who yet hadn't been married off, Julio IV de la Perez and Sofía de la Perez, belonged to a first class family. They were closely related to the Spanish crown and lived in a giant mansion themselves, so the chests did not precisely make their wealth any different. And no matter how much they knew the third child, Beatrice had it great in the Caribbean, they missed seeing her.

But she had been happy at the age of fifteen, that she had been fortunate to find a man she loved and be able to marry him. After witnessing her cousins marry elder, grumpy men who they deeply despised what a sight into the future she had feared. Edward had only been twenty-four years old back then when his ship had set anchor in the harbour in Cádiz. There hadn't been that much of an age-difference between them as she had expected it would be.

For the moment, the now thirty-five years old woman was sitting at the edge of the oval, extended table. Her back was straight to keep the posture perfect in the chair she sat. Hands with palms resting on her lap. Her mouth was shut in a straight line as she looked across the table where her chubbier husband sat and ate the food that previously had been placed on his plate.

Beatrice let her eyes travel to her two daughters, Antonia Selena Teach. She was eighteen years old, had brown hair in curls. The maid had even done some rosettes in it with white strips of fabric. With the darkest shade of brown eyes like the mother Beatrice, they stared down onto her own hands that rested on her lap, totally ignoring the feeling of hunger that got even bigger when the plate was annoyingly placed untouched in front of her on the table.

In another pricey dress sat the seventeen year old Angelica Luz Teach. The little sister of Antonia and it was hard to doubt that. She looked like a copy of Antonia. They had identical body types, similar taste when it came to dresses and their hair was the same.

Still there were differences, like the eyes which were more almond-shaped for Antonia's part.

The two daughters sat in silence next to each other on the longer side of the table, their father on the left side – heaving his meal, and their mother sat on the opposite side of their father – keeping the exact same posture as themselves.

A missing relative was their bigger brother Edward II Teach. He was nineteen and had began sailing on the father's ships, commanding and ordering them. Sometimes, he even was entitled to recruit a crew. Always when he arrived home to the hacienda, Angelica and Antonia would hear his stories about the dangerous pirates who sailed on the seas, plundering and torturing the innocent people of pueblos. He was like a hero for them, so manly in his young age.

Edward snapped all women out of their daydreams by his grunt. He wiped his mouth and put the napkin down before standing up and leaving the room, without uttering a word to his neither wife nor daughters.

One of the three maids that had stood lined along the wall approached the table in the gigantic dining room. She wore a black servant dress with a white apron over it. She made a nod in a gesture to let them know it was alright for them to dig in.

"So when is Edward coming home, mother?" Antonia with a Spanish accent asked Beatrice, who immediately had begun cutting the meat and potatoes that lay on her plate. A smile appeared on her lips as the thought of seeing her son emerged in her mind.

"Oh Edward. It was such a long time since he was home," Angelica added in the same accent and turned her gaze to her mother.

Beatrice shook her head. "Edward, your father, has been informed he will arrive within a couple of weeks. This time he will stay for perhaps a month at least," she explained for her two curious daughters. "Doesn't that sound magnificent?"

After Beatrice's words that were folded in a much thicker Spanish accent spoke, Antonia and Angelica agreed eagerly.

"It does mother," Antonia said. Angelica only smiled as a response.

"I also have some news,"

Angelica and Antonia looked up with a wondering look. The both of them stared at Beatrice with glistening eyes.

"Well, tell us mother," Angelica urged her mother to spill the updates.

Her mother chuckled, just as excited to tell the girls the news as they were to hear them. "Sir John Adams and Lord Christian V are both coming here for a visit," she exhaled loudly after squeezing out the fantastic news. Contently, she leaned backwards into the backrest with the remaining smile.

Antonia and Angelica let out a girly scream as they turned overwhelmed towards each other. They both bounced in their seats, acting like children on Christmas day.

"Mother, are you serious? Are you certain Sir John will visit me?" Antonia panted towards her mother while Angelica held her hand over her chest in an attempt of calming down her nerves.

"I am," Beatrice beamed.

"And my future-husband Lord Christian V will visit me?" Angelica asked, as if the news suddenly would change.

Beatrice stood up and hurried over to her happy daughters. She placed herself between their chairs and put her arms around their shoulders to press them closer. "Yes he will, mi'ja," she smiled at Angelica and nudged her cheek with her nose. "Both of your future husbands will come for a visit,"

Angelica and Antonia squealed and giggled as they thought about the men they would marry. They had been set up before birth to these men, who were sons of families Edward often had meetings with.

"Can't believe we are about to get married!" Antonia exclaimed.

"I wonder though how he looks like," Angelica stated dreamily. "I haven't met Lord Christian since he was fourteen,"

Antonia chuckled at her little sister. "Do you love him already?"

A scowl was created on Angelica's forehead. "I barely know him! How can I love him yet? But I will as soon as I lay my eyes on him. I've heard he's quite handsome, isn't he mother?"

Beatrice kissed Angelica's cheek before kissing Antonia's. "I'm sure he is," she smiled.

Dragging in Beatrice's arm as if she was a three year old herself, Antonia just needed it confirmed just like Angelica had. "Is Sir John handsome? He is actually elder than Lord Christian,"

As a mother as she was, Beatrice nodded slowly in acknowledgement. "I have met them both at the ball in London last year, and they were extraordinary wonderful. They'll make great husbands, I assure you that,"

"And I will fall in love with Lord Christian?" Angelica asked her mother as if she could repond her the correct answer.

"I hope you both will fall in love with your respective future husband," she replied.

The happy moment the three women shared was interrupted by someone pushing the revolving doors open. The abrupt motion gained all of their attention as a maid stormed into the room.

"Captain Teach wishes to have a word with you, Mrs Teach," she announced to Beatrice.

Beatrice sighed and hugged her children one last time before standing straight up. "Excuse me girls," she said, still wearing the smile as she disappeared out into the hallway.

A man with leather boots, dark pants that were partly covered by a long coat hanging openly over his loose white dirty shirt, had strolled over the market-place downtown in Port Royal. Usually, he wore also wore a leather hat that completed his attire, but just after setting anchor in the harbour, he had tossed it into the bushes to not be recognized as a pirate. Kohl framed eyes and dreadlocks still revealed his class though, not to mention the cheap prize of his clothing.

If he had worn the beloved hat, he had definitely received glances thrown after him. But since it was gone, he was kind of adapted into the population. At least, he didn't stand out that much.

"Oi, Gibbs?" he leaned aside to his loyal best friend that promenaded next to him.

Gibbs, the chubbier version of a pirate, raised his eyebrows in puzzlement. "Aye?"

The man's eyes travelled around the area as they made sure nobody felt familiar with his entrance and comprehended it with the posters that had been nailed on every column and wall. "How are we going to find us a job here?"

Taking the same opportunity to take a look around them, Gibbs eventually sighed. "There should be plenty of work here. It's a whole population, Jack,"

Visioning the rush-our in the market-place, Jack leaned against a column with Gibbs on the other side as they examined the movements in front of them. Women walked with their children to stands were they bought groceries. Some bought merchandizes in sorts of fabric or smaller furniture. In most cases, it was the elder generation that stood behind the wooden stands, working as sellers. Children laughed and ran around on the muddy ground. The little boys that caught Jack's observance were those who played with sticks, obviously pretending they were in a swordfight.

"Is the weather always like this in Port Royal?" Jack inquired from Gibbs as his gaze turned upwards to meet the cloudy sky. At least it didn't rain.

"No. I've been here before. Always hot and warm," Gibbs declared as his eyelids dropped in satisfaction. There hadn't been many times like that before, when he and Jack were among people in a public place without being chased by guards.

"It's nice, isn't it?"

Jack chuckled at the sincere truth which he could do nothing but agree to. Indeed, he felt pleased and relaxed.

They stayed there for a couple of moments, taking in the day for once. A happy feeling streamed inside them since they hadn't been discovered.

"We be taking risks though," Gibbs said, suddenly alerted.

As Jack's eyes which had travelled around the area, he had caught the sign 'Lola's Tavern'. It had been quite a long time since he had seen women and drunken rum.

"Lola's Tavern," he read from the sign that was placed over a door to a house right across the square. "What do ye say Gibbs? Rum and women. Very well deserved in my opinion,"

Shaking his head, sensing that the statement would have slipped through Jack's mouth sooner or later, he joined Jack's side of the column.

"Why not?" he agreed. With that, Jack took off into the direction with Gibbs hurrying right next to him. The pause they made was a stop right outside the tavern. Jack had seen one of the posters. He examined the drawing of himself and the words 'Wanted' over his self-portrait. He snatched the paper off the wall and read the amount of money that was offered for his head.

"500 coins," he muttered and turned to Gibbs. "I should be worth much more," he added and ripped another poster from the wall. "Hector Barbossa… 800 coins!" he burst out the last words and raised his eyebrows. "How can he be more worthy than me? I am a deceiver, robber, looter, thief and I have disguised to a priest. What more can you require to get a bigger prize on ye head?"

"I be having 400 coins on my head," Gibbs muttered, crumbled the paper and threw it away in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he wasn't a better pirate than that.

As Jack still studied Barbossa's paper, Gibbs looked around on the other posters that were nailed along the wall. After pausing at one particular one, he whirled around and snatched the paper out of Jack's hands to get his attention.

"What?" Jack spat questioning, slight annoyed by Gibbs' manoeuvre.

Gibbs pointed with his forefinger, poking one of the posters. "Look," he urged Jack, who immediately crowded next to his friend.

"Wanted for job: Servant with experience to serve properly. Hacienda Bonita, mansion road 45. Selection occurs between noon and three o'clock August 3rd," Gibbs looked at Jack after reading the sentences. "What do ye say about heading over to the mansion and apply for the job?"

Jack tore the paper off the wall and fingered on it as he considered the suggestion. "Why not? It's August 3rd today, aye?"

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