Woohoo! First PotC fic ever! I decided to start after Stranger Tides because that movie was so amazing I just can't even explain it. And Angelica was written so perfectly for Jack their chemistry was incredible.

Okay, so onto the story. This is just a small multi-chapter thing, of pretty much just fluffy goodness. Because there are barely and Jack/Angelica stories (not really sure if I'm sold on calling them Jackelica, sounds a little stupid... haha) I decided to write one! And I don't think I have come across one yet where they aren't constantly bickering or trying to kill eachother. So. Here you go!

Enjoy! And let me know what you think! (:

Jack blinked the rain out of his eyes as he stood at the helm, trying to keep the pearl on the right course. Angelica and Gibbs were the only ones left on deck, everyone else had gone below to avoid the horrific storm. He had carefully suggested that Angelica go inside as well, but of course she had refused.

He watched her tightening the knots in the lines, as suddenly a large wave washed over the ship, enveloping her. And when it was gone, so was she. He scanned the deck looking to see her get up, but realizing she wasn't there.

"Angelica!" He called in a feeble attempt to find her.

A knot formed in his stomach and he ran down to where she had been.

"Gibbs! Hand me that rope! Angelica has gone overboard!" Gibbs ran to the rope and handed it to Jack who took it, wrapping it around his palm a few times.

"Captain, ye must be mad! You can't jump in there!" He exclaimed.

"I have no choice, she'll die if I don't." And with the he jumped off of the side of the ship.

Jack dove under the waves, keeping the rope securely in hand as he scanned the surface from underneath. He saw her after a few seconds, bobbing in and out of the dark waves, half conscious at best.

He swam to her as quickly as he could, and brought them up to the surface. He gasped for air, his heart sinking as he realized she wasn't doing the same.

"Angelica!" He shook her a little, but she didn't respond. Keeping her in one arm, he used the other to pull them along the rope with help from Mister Gibbs.

When they were at the ship he put her over his shoulder and climbed up the ladder, carefully laying her down on the deck as soon as they were up.

"Angelica!" He called, trying to get her to respond. He tapped her face a little, calling her name again and again, and finally she started to cough, spitting out water and gasping for air.

"Jack." She whispered hoarsely, looking at him somewhat deliriously.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked, the worry eminent in his eyes.

She coughed again before replying, "Yes, I am fine." She tried to sit up unsuccessfully until Jack helped her up.

"You need to change out of those wet clothes. Come on." He said, helping her stand up.

Shivering, she followed him to his quarters, where he pulled one of his shirts out for her and laid it on the edge of the bed, before grabbing clothes for himself.

"I don't have anything that would fit you, so this is the best it's going to get." He said.

"It's fine." She said.

"You can sleep here tonight." He gestured to his bed. "I'll leave you to get changed now, let me know if you need anything." He said, grabbing his clothes.

"Okay." She replied, coughing again.

So? How'd I do? Did I completely fail? Because that's entirely possible considering I haven't written a PotC fic before (:

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it! Oh, and I already have the next chapter written, so I should be updating soon.