1 month from Blackbeard's death...
The table was laid out nicely, sweetmeats, Italian wine, lobsters, passion tarts, caviar and venison tenderloin, placed on an equally luxurious silk tablecloth. At the foot of it's opulence sat a woman and at the head sat a man, confabulating with pertinent to their emotion looks. A goblet, tinted with gold, was being incessantly but sedately twirled in the man's left hand, his elbow comfortably propped on the armrest of his chair. Opposite to him, sitting straight as a young elm, was suited a woman, her eyes fixed on him with brazen and defiant certainty.
Her right hand was neatly placed on her lap while the wrist of her other hand, accomplished by her own effort, began to experience a sensation of being exposed to a naked flame.
"Your refusal to eat will not provide you with endorsement. You are mistaking if you think you could leave to borders of Spain without giving me the necessary information," he said, placing his wine onto the table, "my question to you is, why are you in that case wasting both of our time with your obstinate silence...? You may enter."
Unauthorized admittance to Ferdinand's quarters was followed by consequent punishment so the servant knocked and waited for an answer before opening the door.
"Sire, a prisoner has arrived and been placed in the dungeon. Is commission for a trial enclosed, sir?"
"Give orders to find Charles and tell him I want him brought to my quarters as soon as it is feasible. Go. And make sure his arrival is kept unknown," Ferdinand ordered and when the servant departed with a bow he maneuvered around the table until he was located behind his guest captive.
"If your dominating inquisitiveness is making you wonder then it will be up to me to tell you that Jack Sparrow is going under interrogation after you. It just makes me wonder if he will be as mute as you have been which is highly improbable seeming you are a lady and he is a pirate who cannot hope for protection from the crown."
"I assure you that your apprehension towards me is not as accurate as you may think," she said, "I am no better than he is and my eminence in piracy is no less than his."
"You are a devoted catholic and the court grated you amnesty for you were an ingenuous girl who was mislead from the path of righteousness. Are you insinuating that that decision was a mistake?" he asked.
"Ingenuous? I knew all the consequences of my copulation with a pirate and that in case of capture I will have a noose around my neck. Do not instigate my anger. I am not an innocent girl to have controversy with!" she said sharply as a frown presented itself on her forehead.
The personage she nominated, unwisely, as her compeer was escorted under enforcement into the room. He was followed by Charles, the crown's trusted agent whose recent success to destroy the fountain evinced his loyalty.
Jack found himself in a similar position as she was, manacled to a chair by one of his wrists, opposite to her as she was to him.
"I am flabbergasted by your efforts to set up an extravagant dinner for me but I am afraid your endeavors are not worth my humble self," Jack said, pulling twice at the chain in complete annoyance.
"You are no here to dine, señor Sparrow. I need information and one of you will grant me it," before he could continue the door burst open and a man, his clothing in disarray, ran into the room, breathing with short, quick breaths.
"Your majesty, pope Benedict XIV is in the castle and demands your presence. He looked very rambunctious, sir, and said it was urgent."
Ferdinand's visage held a diversity of emotions, but the most dominant was vexation. "His honor arrived at the decision that it was not necessary to forewarn of his arrival... Take them below and see to it that his honor does not find out they are here. I still need them alive," he said and left the room in a haste.
When the king's edict was fulfilled and they were taken to the dungeon, placed in separate but adjacent cells, Angelica removed a hairpin from her head and commenced to untie something from her thigh that was otherwise hidden under her dress.
"What information is he after?" he asked to no avail and since they were sat back to back, the bars secluding them from each other, he turned around to look at her, "Angelica?"
Sitting with her back to him, she was successful at dissembling what she was doing until the sharpness of her pin pierced the detached from her leg doll's arm, the action making him grunt.
"Bugger!"
He made a reach for her and she moved to sit a few inches out of his range.
"For leaving me which got me here," she responded to his wrath-covered face, holding her wrist to her chest.
That possessive gesture made Jack acknowledge that her wrist was flesh and dried up blood but with his own arm damaged, he perceived that with satisfaction rather than pity.
"Occasionally I contemplate how, having expended two years into joint living with you, I still have not went catatonic," he muttered, pushing his hat over his eyes.
Angelica leaned her temple against the wall and hearing Jack shuffle, while having her eyes closed, she surmised that he relocated himself away from the bars that separated them.
She smiled. His diligence to break her heart only made her stronger, she loved him no longer but knew that as long as he would continue to flee from her she held his heart for Captain Jack Sparrow saw menace only in his own feelings because it was the only thing he had no control over... when it came to her.
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