Author's note: I felt for writing a Jack/Angelica story so I decided to do that. This isn't another one-shot though, as I've already written. Hopefully, you'll like this one :D

The Journey to Dimalia

Captain Jack Sparrow wants to get the Black Pearl out of the bottle and to do so; he has to bring his old love, Angelica Teach with him.

After leaving her on a deserted island years ago, he expects her to be the same but finds it harder to have her aboard then he first thought.

Unfortunately Jack and his first mate Joshuamee Gibbs aren't the only pirates with the desire of getting vessels out of bottles. At the same time Barbossa is determined to experience just the same mission as well.

The Journey to Dimalia, Prologue


The sun lit the town up with its beams. Lightening the walls that faced the sun and left them with a shadow behind. San Lugar. The city was full of love and people who loved to spread joy.

And somewhere down there, a bit outside the town up on a hill, a wedding ceremony took place. A man and a woman, deeply in love had just given their vows and let an employee of the church open the doors for them to receive applauds and rejoices when they stormed out of it. The guests were throwing rise over them. She smiled widely as he wrapped his hands around her and lifted her from the ground, to swing her around in a gracious motion. Laughing escaped their lips and from the guests who watched the new-married sweets.

He brought her down carefully and looked deeply into her eyes.

"We're finally married and expecting a child. Life is wonderful, isn't it?"

Her brown eyes glistened as she nodded. Indeed.


Chapter 1

Five years later, London

The dark clouds were hanging evilly over the big town, capital of England. But what else could be expected in December month? The streets were full of people with warm clothes, but the poorer were still barefoot, trying to tightening their measly cloth they wore. Some of them held an empty cup out, begging people to leave them a coin, eventually leading to a grain. Although the most cups echoed of emptiness and so did their stomachs. The cold air that surrounded the town had already caused many of them lying unconscious in alleys or in the river.

Captain Jack Sparrow put his glass full of rum on the table made of oak-tree with a loud bang, causing some of it to overflow the edge and leaving puddles on it. He twirled one of his braids musingly before he opened his mouth to say something.

"Oi," he announced to get the meaningful attention of Joshamee Gibbs, his first mate. But just theoretically since he hadn't a ship yet.

"What?" Gibbs answered who had been completely lost in tracks.

"I have been thinking…," Jack began in a concerned tone. "… maybe the one who picked her up from the island killed her,"

Gibbs eyes narrowed by his statement. "Why would you believe that? She could be somewhere else where we haven't looked for her...just yet. It's a big world, aye?" Gibbs said and took a sip from the rum.

"That's also something to consider," Jack answered and leaned backwards into the backrest.

Gibbs nodded but didn't exactly pay that much attention to the conversation as Jack did.

"We have been out on the sea… looking for her for years and she is nowhere to be found. I need to bring her to Dimalia, kill her and put her into the cursed water. Then, I will throw the bottle into it and my beloved Pearl will be mine again," Jack explained slurry, though Gibbs had already heard the information thousands of times. He had been sitting on the chair next to Jack when they got the explanation from the old Captain Howard.

Gibbs turned his head back from watching the dancing ladies. "We never should've left her on that island,"

"Can't agree more," Jack retorted and smiled slightly before he stood up and started to walk towards the exit. He needed fresh air and it was exactly what he got when he swung the revolving doors open. Snowflakes got stuck on his eyelashes but he didn't bother moving them.

A woman who passed him pulled her son closer to her and even though she whispered to him, Jack could hear clearly what she was saying. "That is a pirate and they are dangerous. Stay away from men like him,"

The little boy stared up towards Jack all terrified. But what caught Jack's gaze wasn't frightened people who passed him, but the vessel that set anchor down at the harbour.

He adjusted his hat in a firm motion and turned on his heel, storming into the Sailor's son.

"Gibbs!" Jack called out to the man who sat on the table with four women surrounding him. All of them having dresses with low cleavages.

Realizing Gibbs hadn't heard him; he crossed the room and entered the circle around him.

"There is a vessel that set anchor down in the harbour. Let's get it and sail to Spain. We've looked for her in Tortuga, London and the islands around where we left her. If she is alive she must have gone to Spain. It's her home," Jack informed Gibbs who had to think twice before he understood what Jack was saying.

One of the ladies grasped Gibbs' hand and tried to pull him with her but he winced reluctantly, knowing he had to.

"You're saying we sail to Spain?" Gibbs asked and frowned.

"Aye, now hurry. Perhaps the vessel leave before sunrise," Jack demanded and hurried out of the pub with Gibbs behind with a few steps.

As they approached the pier they slowed down, having the knowledge there would be some mariners to watch the ships from people like Jack Sparrow himself.

"That's the-," Gibbs was cut off by Jack's sudden movement. He had pushed Gibbs with him behind a pillar, seeing a guard that was on his way to pass them. Watching the shadow come closer; Jack jumped and landed face to face with the surprised mariner.

"Hello," Jack greeted before he fought the rifle out of the mariner's hands, only to push him down into the water.

"Well, that was easier than I thought," Jack said surprised and turned on his heel back in Gibbs direction. "Gibbs!" he called out to his first mate that still was hiding behind the pillar. He hurried behind his captain towards the big vessel that was placed at the edge of the pier. Jack ran over the board that led to get aboard and so did Gibbs.

"Loose the ropes!" Jack shouted as he ran over to the edge of the ship. After pulling the anchor up and throwing it to the floor he ran to help Gibbs with the robes and set sail.

"Done," Gibbs declared when the fabrics of the masts were lowered. The abrupt scene had caught the guards at the pier's attention and they were now running towards the vessel.

"PIRATES! STOP THE PIRATES!" they shouted as they shot in Jack and Gibbs' direction. On of them jumped, trying to get aboard, but totally failed when the ship already had left harbour. He fell headlong down into the water and coughed when he appeared again. "You can't take The Forest Wanderer without permission! Damn pirates!" he shouted from below in the sea. Jack hurried to the railing and leaned over it to see the Englishman in the water.

"The Forest Wanderer you say? Is she a fast vessel?" he asked while the ship sailed past him. The guard didn't answer but spit at him, though it fell into the water not far from himself.

Knowing the mariner wouldn't answer him; Jack turned around to Gibbs who stood behind the helm.

"How rude," Jack stated and climbed upstairs to the helm.

"These people aren't nice to pirates," Gibbs informed Jack as if he wouldn't know. Jack only muttered something about 'I forgot the rum' before he sighed loudly.

"So, how long will it take for us to arrive to the first town in Spain?" he asked and fumbled up his compass.

"Two weeks, tops. This vessel is a fast one," Gibbs answered, a bit proud of the ship they had stolen.


The masts gnashed by the violent winds and Jack had admitted he feared they would break. The ship was fast but not that stable and well-built. He walked back and forth with the map in his hands. He had stopped in fifteen towns already this month, and no one knew her nor heard of her. Sometimes his frustration of not finding her had taken over and he had asked people how they couldn't know where the daughter of Blackbeard was. The terrified expressions he had received was enough to know he had to escape before they would comprehend he was a pirate as well. He was surprised though they hadn't recognized him from the posters full of haunted men.

"What's the next town called?" Gibbs asked Jack when he climbed up the stairs and sat down on the railing to watch Gibbs himself behind the helm.

"Don Patarína," Jack answered with a sigh. "I say we find a crew there since we probably have to force her to Dimalia. I mean, I know her well enough to tell she isn't the one who wants to die for a ship. If she dies for anyone but her father that is to say. Once… if we go way back," Jack told Gibbs and did a wave with his arm to show what he was about to tell happened many years ago. "…we walked on the beach. Only light came from the sunset and the liquid didn't come from my bottle of rum, but from the sea waves that surrounded our feet. And of all sudden I see this huge fish, what it is called?" Jack asked himself and put a finger up when he recalled the specie. "Shark. Anyhow, we walked along the smooth sand,-"

"Jack!" Gibbs shouted as he pointed at Jack who quirked an eyebrow.

"Have you gone mad?" he asked and folded his arms. Perhaps spending time at sea without a crew for too long wasn't something Gibbs was capable of.

"Behind you," Gibbs exclaimed and let go of the helm and placed himself next to Jack, who turned his head to see what had caught the attention.

"Don Patondia," Jack mumbled as he studied the dark town they were approaching.

"Don Patarína," Gibbs corrected.


Drunk, wobbling people, wrenches in every corner and dark windows were common things Jack and Gibbs saw when they walked along the street in search for a pub. The only light came from the few torches the population had hung along the building walls. It looked like another version of the infamous and wanted town – Tortuga.

"So, are we going to order some run or are we going to steal it?" Gibbs asked his captain.

"Firstly we find ourselves a crew, and then we demand them to take all of the rum with us to the Forest Wanderer. What do you think of that?" Jack answered smugly as he wobbled towards the pub which sign had caught his eyes.

"Sounds like a realistic plan for me," Gibbs replied and hurried behind Jack into the pub. Immediately as they entered it, a horrendous smell penetrated their noses. In an instant Gibbs placed his hand over his nose to cover the odor. "What's that smell?" he hissed under his breath, trying not to inhale any of it.

"Just some moldy liquid," Jack answered as if it was the most obvious answer. Although he was also a bit bothered by the way it smelled. "But we cannot let it disturb us mate, we need a crew," he added and crossed the room towards a gang with men that were bigger and looked more muscular than the others.

Gibbs rolled his eyes and sighed loudly before he joined them. It was going to be a long night, searching for a crew in a room with the smell of hell.


.:~:.

Sunbeams usually stream down and heat the town in a gracious way. It gives the plants energy and causes the villagers to get a better harvest, become richer and survive the winter. Not that it occurred to be cold anyhow.

But these latest weeks had been rainy and those with no home had died like flies. They had tried to steal food but most of them had been caught by the town-police.

Although this particular day the clouds were gone and only an exposed heaven with a sun was visible.

Down from a certain window that belonged to a very young man, could people buying groceries from the market bee seen.

"María, María!" Antonio shouted as he run out from his room, through the hallway down into another hallway and finally storming into the livingroom, filled with three couches and two armchairs placed in a group with a coffee table in the middle. Below there was a dead tiger Antonio's father's grandpa had shot in Africa, apparently a new part of the world that had been found. And from the stories Antonio's father had told him before he fell asleep had always inspired him. Africa was definitely a place he wanted to visit sometime in his lifetime.

The kind-hearted maid his mother had hired stopped dusting the shelves to turn around and wonder what was going on.

"Yes, dear?" she asked and stoked her brown hair that was in a bun. She brushed her white apron which was ranged over her black dress lightly. She looked just like any other maid in town but what made her special was the kindness she had towards the son of Lord Alvarez.

"Look!" he shouted excited and run towards the window to point upwards. María followed him and ruffled his hair in a playful way. "The sun is back!" he exclaimed happily, not bothered by how the maid ruffled his hair. María had to force herself not to laugh by the sweetest smile he had. A few teeth were missing since he had lost them and waited for new ones.

"It's good you're speaking English with him," his mother said who just entered the room. Like always she wore a beautiful dress made of expensive fabrics. Today, she wore a whipped-cream colored with a tight corset, leaving her with small breaths. "Mother!" Antonio exclaimed, ran towards his mother and let her lift him up. Although she didn't find it easy with the dying corset she wore.

"Buenos días cariño (good morning sweetie)," she said and hugged him tighter. He struggled, trying to get out of her grip, knowing what she was going to do next. And just as he feared she left a big, wet kiss on his cheek before putting him down.

"Mamá," he complained and jumped up onto one of the couches to play with the toy his father had bought him.

"Voy a ir al mercado para comprar verduras y pan (I'm going to the market to buy vegtables and bread)," she told María and nodded towards the hallway. "¿Me accompañarnaís? (Are you guys joining me?)," she then asked, but the answer was obvious. There wasn't a living soul in San Lucar that would reject her request.

"Sí," María nodded and walked into the kitchen to get the basket. As always when she entered the room where the cook usually spends his time made her feel slight jealous of the Lady. She had dreamt through her entire life after such a life Lady Alvarez was living.


.:~:.

"¿Adónde vamos a?"

"No sé, pero creo es una lugar muy especial,"

"Lo crees?"

"¡Hombres! ¿Dónde estamos?"

The fresh air that blew past them while the vessel sailed towards the next town, San Lucar gave the whole crew a feeling of freedom. The speed it received with help from the masts shoved it further and further away from their home, Don Patarína. Though the words that escaped their lips echoed somewhere far in the back of Jack's mind annoyed him.

"Why in the sea's name do they have to sound like that?" he complained upset behind the helm. Gibbs who sat in front of him, resting on the railing shrugged and took a look over the ship. Their crew was working hard though. It wasn't bad men they had chosen. The only negative thing was the communicate with them. Had they thought a step forward, Jack and Gibbs had found the idea of getting a crew already back in England, which they had regretted afterwards.

"It's their language," Gibbs answered and threw the bottle into Jack hand which was outstretched to show he wanted rum. "It's not that bad. At least they understand the important phrases," he then added in an encouraging tone.

"Perhaps it wasn't bad after all. They do know the country better then I do," Jack informed Gibbs, as he wouldn't know. "The sooner we find Angelica, the sooner I can throw her into the water, dead. And my beloved Pearl is mine,"

Gibbs faked a cough and looked up to Jack with a quirked eyebrow. "I do think this will be a part of our lives we waste on nothing. If she is alive I doubt you will be able to kill her," Gibbs cleared his throat.

"It's for the Pearl-," Jack began but got cut off by a sailor shouting.

"San Lucar, San Lucar!" he shouted and pointed out towards land in sight. All the crewmembers ran to starboard to get a sight of San Lucar. And so did Jack and Gibbs as well.

"Move," Jack demanded and penetrated the crowd. He fumbled up his binocular and just as the young sailor had shouted not that far away, the town was visible.

Jack lowered the binocular in an abrupt move which caused the others to wince in fear of the captain.

"We set anchor right there," he commanded with a smirk. The others' eyes followed his finger in the direction of a harbour.

"We're going to set anchor in the harbour?" Gibbs asked loudly, a bit surprised.

"Friendly intentions," Jack explained before he headed downstairs to deck into his cabin.


The vessel approached in a slow motion the town which was busy with its morning chores. Women and old ladies kneeled on the pier when they washed their laundries, at the same time as their children ran around playing with sticks.

"So, this is San Lugar," Jack commented when he took his first step on the pier with Gibbs on his right side.

"It seems like a peaceful town. No need of destroying that reputation?" Gibbs asked for declaration to know if he needed to prepare his sword or not.

"No need of destroying it," Jack repeated and walked with firm steps to the ground. The guard opened his mouth to ask for the bill of setting anchor in the harbour but silenced when Jack threw a fabric bag full of coins into his hands. They had learned it worked smoother if they didn't get any enemies the first seconds they arrived.

"We can ask her," Jack suggested and nodded towards a woman that looked like being in Angelica's age.

"Aye, she even looks similar to Ms Angelica," Gibbs said convincingly.

"Hello," Jack greeted and immediately got the attention of the woman who sorted the fruits she apparently was selling.

"Hola," she greeted back which reminded Jack of the language. He should've brought some of his crewmen with him, and not letting them stay aboard. He really needed a translate-dude.

"Angelica Teach?" Jack asked hopeful of receiving the answer he wanted.

"¿Angélica Tínes?" she asked in a questioning tone, having either way hard to pronounce the word or referring to someone else.

"She might've changed name," Gibbs suggested.

Jack thought of what Gibbs meant with that. But as more time he spent with the though it made sense. Of course she couldn't use her name that rang pirate long way.

"Sí, Angelica Todas," Jack replied, using his Spanish skills he had snapped from Angelica. He had even learned how to curse.

The woman waved with her arm in a gesture of them to follow her, and it was exactly what they did. Following her with a few steps behind. Eventually she stopped in front of a door and knocked.

So… they would finally meet her? Jack twirled on his feet, feeling nervousness having a desire of control his body. What if she wanted to kill him? But he would simply improvise and tell her a lie, convincing her to follow him and if not – he had signed up a crew for a reason.

"Would you relax Jack," Gibbs hissed of the view. In an instant Jack stopped and remained to his normal actions.

A woman opened the door and smiled when she saw the woman they had followed.

"¡Ana!" she exclaimed and hugged the woman. But her eyes went wide when she saw the men behind her. "Quién estaís? (Who are you?)" she then asked them. Not that good in Spanish made them frown.

"No son españoles, (They're not Spaniards)" the woman called Ana said.

"Angelica Todas?" Jack asked questing.

"Angelica Tínes," the woman corrected and placed her hand on her chest to show them it was her.

Jack waved with his hand and turned on his heel, annoyed of never finding her.

Gibbs hurried behind him. "Let's ask someone else,"

Jack stopped and groaned loudly. "I'm starting to doubt if she even survived. She could be lying dead under the sand, or, or what if someone brought her to a place I have no idea about. What if…," Jack's squabble ended with a silence and staring eyes. "No," he whispered. A curious Gibbs turned around to see what had caught Jack's gaze. To his surprise but relief it was none other then Angelica. An old man selling bread behind a bread stand handed her over a baked creature. But this time compared to the others; she looked different. The way she moved… everything with her seemed different. Her brown curls were falling down in the same glorious way, but her clothes…

"Gibbs? Is it just me… or...," Jack began but never finished.

"… does she have a look of a goddess," Gibbs filled in, almost drooling. Jack snapped back from his distraction and hit Gibbs, who realized his mistake.

"Down here," Jack hissed and pulled Gibbs with him behind a stand. She couldn't see them. Not until Jack had prepared himself enough.

"Look, here's the plan," Jack started slurry. "We walk up to her and bring her with us. As simply as I said in the sentence, aye?"

"Aye, sounds good to me," Gibbs answered. The both of them stood up, ready to finish their mission when Jack's arm crossed Gibbs' way.

"What now?" he quirked an eyebrow.

"She has a ring on her finger," Jack stated as he stared at Angelica, who had no idea her old love was in town with his first mate, in search for her. Nor did she know they were watching her from up-close. If she only had let her gaze travel, she would've find out. But the fact was; she had other things going on in her mind.

"No… she married another man…," Gibbs gasped wide eyed.

Jack opened his mouth to reply but left it open without any words coming out when he heard the little boy.

"Mamá!"

Stiffened the men watched as Angelica bent down and lifted her son up in a tight embrace.

They remained the position for twenty seconds before they received some sanity, which meant Jack dodging behind the stand with Gibbs next to him, again.

"Changed plans Gibbs,"

Authour notes: So what did you think? Like, dislike? Anyhow, feel free to tell me :D

This was an introduction to the story... which I plan on being an adventure-story. (Ofc with romance!) ^^