Okay so this is kind of an odd story, me and my friend decided to have similar writing prompts each week. She hasn't posted her's yet because she just made her account (four-eyed-dice) but I'm sure when she posts it, it'll be good and we'll all like it. So this is our first prompt. This one was my idea, so next one shall be hers. I really hope you like this . . . I adore JackXAngelica. :) Enjoy

-s13foreverfan-

Angelica rummaged through the cabinet in her living quarters; she was looking for something she had hidden from her father and Jack about a week ago. Upon seeing her cabinet empty except for a box of stale biscuits and an unopened bottle of rum, she looked through the small chest beside her bed. Nothing but clothes. She thought maybe she had just forgotten where she had put it. She peered under her bed in desperation only to be greeted by a scurrying rat; she rolled her eyes and grabbed it by its tail.

"How did you get under there?" She asked. She stood for a moment starring at the creature fight against her grasp. It was as if she expected it to answer her. She opened the door and let the rat scurry out onto the deck of the ship. She returned her attention to what she was looking for. "Where did I put them?"

Her intentions had been to hide it from her father and Jack, not herself. But it seemed she was on a wild goose chase for it. She ran a hand through her hair nervously and bit her lip. She was getting frustrated. There was a small knock at her door, and soon Jack was in the doorway.

"Angelica," Jack spoke. "Are you looking for something?"

Angelica sighed. "Yes I am. I just misplaced something."

Jack entered her room without welcoming and closed the door behind him. "And what might it be that you are looking for?" he asked, sitting on her bed.

"My sword," she said not noticing that her sword was propped up against the end of her bed.

"Then what is that, Love?" Jack tilted his head towards the sword.

"That is my sword. I thank you for finding it," she uttered nervously, grabbing him by the wrists to pull him up and out the door.

"Now dear, I found what you were looking for, I believe you owe me," he said with a sly smile. She sighed and headed for her cabinet. The cabinet was still open from the last time she'd been searching in there. She took one of the bottles of rum and handed it to a smiling Jack.

She couldn't help but smile herself when he said, "Would you like to join me for a drink, my dearest Angelica? Or are you too busy looking for that lost item of yours?"

"I could spare some time," she answered.

Jack led her out of her room out onto the deck. "'Tis a beautiful night for a dance isn't it?" He asked, pulling her into a waltz. "If only we had music."

"I don't know Jack, it's never this quite on deck, I don't think I'd like to ruin the peace with music," she replied. She pretended to be interested in their conversation and what was going on, but she couldn't stop thinking about the item she had lost. Had Jack found it? Had her father? Or was she really that disorganized as to misplace something so valuable to her. She had to ask Jack about it . . . soon; it was driving her mad.

"Jack?" She finally spoke.

He looked down at her questionably. "Yes?"

"Have you seen my . . . Toffee cakes?"

Jack was bemused. Was this what she was so worried about?

"You ate them didn't you?" She asked accusingly, although Jack's silence was an answer enough. "You thieving, lying, nit!"

"I did not lie, Love." He was wondering why she was so upset over Toffee cakes.

"That doesn't make you much less of a thief," she spat venomously.

"Who's a thief?" Her father, Blackbeard, asked bounding towards them. Sure enough, he was eating a small Toffee cake.

Angelica's mouth was gaping.

"Looks like you owe me an apology . . . nit," Jack sneered.