It had been two months. Two whole months. And she was still there, on the godforsaken island that he'd left her on. But that wasn't the best bit. No, it wasn't about her being left stranded, it was about her being left stranded and pregnant. She despised him for doing this to her, she had told him she was pregnant. With his child. But in no way, shape or form did he want to accept that. She didn't care whether he remembered them having sex or not because she knew they did, otherwise that one night of passion with him wouldn't have resulted in this tiny little person growing inside of her.

"CURSE THAT JACK SPARROW!" Angelica screamed to no one, to open air.

Her anger and frustration suddenly changed into loneliness and desperation to escape the island and before she knew it she was in floods of tears. Damn hormones she thought. She needed someone, she couldn't do this alone. In a lot of ways she hated Jack, she wanted to kill him and to have his blood on her hands. But in other ways, she hated to admit it but she truly, deeply loved Jack and wanted him to raise their child with her. She sobbed herself to sleep like she had done for the past two months. She curled herself into a tight ball, protecting herself and the baby, praying and wishing Jack would come back to her. To her and the baby...

…

Jack sorely missed her. He wanted her, to go back to her, to rescue her, but he knew he couldn't – unless he fancied getting killed. Deep down he knew he should go back to her, but he was afraid. Afraid to commit. One question had rolled around Jack's head for the past two months like an oversized marble. Well, two questions, but more of one than the other. Before he abandoned her she had said three things to him. The first was that there were jewels to rule the wind and tides, this highly interested him but he wanted to know the answers to the other two first before he sailed off looking for these jewels. The second that she had said to him was that she was with child. His. This he didn't know what to make of. He was desperate to know if she really was, but he was sure that they didn't have sex and he was definitely sure that he had never been that drunk not to remember. Or had he? He wasn't too sure anymore, nothing seemed to make sense. The very last thing she had said to him was that she loved him. He desperately wanted this to be true. He couldn't quite imagine living life without her and that's when he came to his decision, no matter what would occur to him once he got there – he was going to return to the island, to his dearest beloved...Angelica.

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The blazing, hot sun beat down on her as her eyelids fluttered open. She rolled over and groaned. Another day on this island. She sat up, her eye's were slightly blurry from the bright sunlight so she waited for them to readjust. Leaning against the trunk of a palm tree, she looked out to the clear, turquoise ocean in front of her, and longed to be on a ship out at sea...with Jack. She shook her head ¿Por qué sigues pensando sobre él después de lo que él ha hecho?She thought. (translated to: Why do you keep thinking about him after what he has done to you?) But she couldn't help it, she couldn't help her feelings for him, she had always loved him from the very first moment they had met in the Spanish Convent. A small smile played on her lips as she remembered back to that day. She couldn't believe Jack mistook it to be a brothel, then again she could – it was Jack after all! She placed her hand onto her very small bump and rubbed it in small circles. She had somehow managed by some miracle to work out how far gone she was. From her workings, she was believed to be between 9 and 10 weeks. She still found it hard to imagine that a small child was growing inside of her...hers and Jacks child. In the distance on the other side of the island, she saw some coconuts on the ground which had evidently fallen from the palm trees, in which she decided to get up and take a stroll down the beach towards them. She needed to keep eating and giving herself energy, plus her legs needed a bit of stretch.

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Jack awoke from his sleep and turned over, rolling himself out of bed. He quickly got his clothes and effects on and then went out onto the deck from his quarters. He was pleased to see that all of his crew were at their stations and doing the jobs they were required to do. He walked over to the helm, to where his first mate, Gibbs, was standing.

Gibbs smiled and said, "Alright Cap'n?"

Jack nodded and responded, "How long till we make port at said island?"

"Luckily we weren't too far from th' island o' Sola Fide Beach, so we be able t' arrive later today."

Jack's stomach did a somersault, he hadn't realised they would be arriving so soon and suddenly he was afraid. Captain Jack Sparrow, afraid? This isn't you! Jack said to himself in his mind. He shook those thoughts out of his mind as his first mate spoke up again.

"Why be we headin' thar again Jack?"

"Let's just say that a certain Cap'n left a certain woman on th' island o' Sola Fide Beach 'n deeply regrets it, realises he must return 'n would like it if no questions were asked 'bout said woman, savvy?"

Gibbs nodded, "Aye Cap'n."

They had their heading and they made way for the island of Sola Fide Beach.

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Angelica, bored, was writing in the sand with her index finger and wrote the words 'Captain Jack Sparrow and Angelica,' then drew a heart around it. She smiled sadly as a single tear escaped her eye, rolled down her cheek and landed on the sand. Love was all she had ever felt for Jack, when she declared her love for him two months ago she wasn't lying to him, and it frustrated her to no end that Jack refused to believe her. Deep down she knew he loved her too – he was just too afraid to admit it. "Please come back to me Jack," she whispered to herself. Little did she know that he was on his way back to her this second, back to her heart.

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There it was. They had reached Sola Fide Beach. Palm trees towered over the island, creating deep, dark shadows, making it increasingly difficult to see Angelica. Where is she? Why can't I see her? I hope she's okay! All these terrifying thoughts swirled around in Jacks mind, making him feel as though his head was about to explode. The pale moonlight shone brightly down onto the island illuminating the sand. The ship finally made port at the island as they weighed the anchor down.

"Mr Gibbs, I be needin' ye 'n th' rest o' th' crew t' stay on the ship whilst I be off 'n search for Angelica," Jack ordered.

"Angelica Cap'n? Th' one ye had...'stirrin's fer?" Mr Gibbs questioned.

Jack looked over to Mr Gibbs and looked at him for a few seconds, then sighed, looking down as he replied, "Aye...th' one I have stirrin's fer."

...

A short while later Jack found himself roaming the island searching for his dearest Angelica, but he was unable to find her anywhere. Jack suddenly started to panic, fearing the worst and thinking something terrible had happened to her. What had he done? He was walking along the sand, praying he would find some footprints that would lead him to Angelica until he stumbled across something that was slightly smudged due to the wind blowing the sand. He read it a couple of times until he eventually managed to figure out what it said. Jack had found the small drawing that Angelica had drawn in the sand earlier that day. "Jack and Angelica," he read out loud, as he let a tiny smile creep up onto his face. He then desperately looked around for footprints as he knew from the words written in the sand that she had been in that very spot only a mere few hours ago. Eventually, he succeeded in finding small footprints that were sunken into the sand, leading him into the heart of the island. Jack began walking along them, knowing that Angelica would soon be with him again. He continued walking for the next half and hour until he found...