A/N: New to writing, so im not very experienced. Had this story made up for some time now and thought it was now time to publish. Please read and review. Will try to update every so often. But please review first! Anyway here goes! ENJOY! P.s. I don't own any of the characters/ships or anything.
Chapter 1: Close To Death
Three days passed and still no luck. Not one ship passed by. Angelica sat on the sand, her fingers tracing the voodoo doll. Each time she took it out, her eyes filled with tears. She felt so alone. When she was just born, her mother died, she never knew of her father until just recently and now the only person she had trusted left her on a deserted land, again. Her hands became tense at this thought, that she squeezed the doll between her palms and then, after a few minutes, let go. She looked up at the sky-it was almost sunset.
She strode against the coast, the waves gently touching the sand, soaking her ankles. She was remembering all of those times she spent with Jack - when he gave her the ring, those twists and turns, as they danced to slow music. So why did he leave her, especially when he knew she was suffering from grief? She waked towards a palm tree and sat back on the sand, her head resting against the bark. Slowly, her eyes closed shut.
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Meanwhile, in a pub in Shipwreck Cove, Jack was sitting there alongside his good friend Gibbs'. He was laughing and chatting amongst several wenches, when all of a sudden he fell to the ground and grabbed his neck. He was gasping for air. Gibbs ran towards him, drunk, of course.
"Jack, what be the matter with ye?"
"Can't...breath...", he just managed to say. Jack's face was almost purple by this time. His ribs were aching. He felt as if his life flashed before his eyes- most of them were drunken moments.
Within a couple of minutes, a crowd surrounded him. Women were whispering amongst eachother, while men were laughing.
Gibbs' grabbed an ice cold glass of water from the bartender and splashed drops on Jack's face.
"Aaarrghhh!", Jack screamed in pain. His whole face went numb.
After a couple of seconds went by, Jack finally regained his consciousness. His thoughts then went back to a few minutes ago, when he was in pain. It was as if someone was squeezing him. As if that someone was angry. And that someone was Angelica.