What if she was telling the truth? No, she was obviously lying. They hadn't seen each other in years, and he obviously didn't get that drunk during the voyage to the Fountain of Youth, and have sex with Angelica. He had proof that she wasn't pregnant. Not by him, anyway. Captain Jack Sparrow had a secret, and he had never told this to another living soul. He didn't want people pitying him, or making fun of him. Deep down, he had strong feelings for Angelica, and it would have grown into love, but he was scared. Jack wasn't the settling down type, and he was afraid of commitment. If one of his conquests had become pregnant with his child, he would certainly not cut it out of his life, for it wouldn't be fair to the child. Of course, he would never give up his life on the sea, either.

One day he had a feeling that a woman would come up to him and tell him that she was pregnant with his child, but so far that hadn't happened. Only with Angelica. The woman he cared more about than any of the others he bedded. Angelica sure was beautiful. Long, black hair, eyes almost as dark as his, gorgeous skin. He had seen many beautiful women in his life. His mother, Anamaria, Scarlett, Giselle, Tia Dalma, Elizabeth Turner, and Angelica Teach. He felt guilty leaving Angelica on the island, but he really had no choice, for she was planning on killing him. Jack had done the right thing, and gave Angelica eternal life, and let Blackbeard die. Blackbeard was pure evil, he made Davy Jones and Cutler Beckett look like saints. The fact that Blackbeard would allow his own daughter to die just to save his own skin, really ate him up inside. Granted, Jack had tried saving his own skin a few times as well, but he was never so selfish to let a loved one die for him. He felt sorry for Angelica. She was blind to how evil Blackbeard really was. He knew Angelica would find a way off the island, for he was only stuck there three days.

Hector Barbossa had been evil. Had stolen his ship, left him to die, killed innocent people, and would have raped Elizabeth Turner after the curse of heathen gods was lifted, if it hadn't been for him and Will Turner. But when Barbossa was brought back from the dead, he was changed. Not trustworthy, goodness, no, and he did take Jack's ship from him again, only he didn't leave him to die the next time he took his ship, but just left him in Tortgua. That was more forgivable than the first time. Of course, deep down, he should be thankful. If Barbossa didn't steal his ship from him again, then he probably would have been the one without a leg, or even worse, trapped in that bottle.

"Well, well, well, look who it is."

Jack's back tensed up. He was sitting at a tavern, bottle of rum in hand, and turned down all the women that were practically throwing themselves at him. He just wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

"How in blazes did you get off that island, my dear?"

Angelica smiled and sat down in the seat across from him.

"A ship stopped by. Rumrunners. I bought passage. Same as you, Jack. I wasn't lying on the island, if you must know. I really am with child. Remember the night we captured the mermaid? We got back on board the ship, where you drank yourself into a frenzy. You stormed into my cabin, and you didn't seem to know where you were or even what your name was. I decided to have a little revenge. You left me after bedding me, so I thought I would take advantage of you. One of the crewmembers examined me because I was feeling a little ill a few days later, and he told me I was with child, for he used to be a doctor. So you see, Jack, I wasn't lying."

Jack shook his head, sadly. He might as well tell her. It would prove her wrong, which he would be glad about, but he hated admitting to this.

"I know you're lying, Angelica."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because... I can't have children."

THE END