Sorry for not updating how it all started. I am having a bit of writers block at the moment, but I will sort it out as soon as possible. I decided to distract myself and write this.
Hope you like it :)
Two men laid on either side of the sizzling fire, the older one snoring away and muttering something incomprehensible to himself. The younger one had his hands behind his head as he looked at the shimmering stars above him, lost in deep thought.
Why was he struggling to win the desired sleep? You would say it was because of the girl he abandoned earlier on, but not exactly.
He was experiencing the same emptiness every time he left her and every time it grew larger and more unbearable. He wasn't thinking about her or about how much she had to endure at the moment, tired and starved. He was thinking about himself, comforting himself that he would never see her again. That the feelings he felt would not change him.
The anxiety he focused on his own well-being, he didn't give a damn about the girl. Of course he did in reality, but he was too inexperienced with the feelings of love to say otherwise. He was oblivious that something as simple as having her in his arms would be a getaway from all his troubles. He felt sorry for himself, sorry that he felt this way.
It is said that there is nothing more tragic for a pirate than to put a woman before himself, especially as a reflex, without realizing or thinking. He believed he was manipulating her so he had her support, but, dare he say it, he actually meant to help her. The fountain was the last straw. He sacrificed his chance to drink from it to save her and realizing that with horror he had to get her away from him.
What will he do next? Sacrifice his life for her?
Jack scoffed at the thought and turned to his side, closing his eyes. He had to stop thinking before it got even worse.
She hugged her knees to her chest as she rested her back against a palm tree. Her mouth felt like it was full of sand, her lips dry and chapped. Her head was spinning wildly from the lack of food.
Angelica could not understand how he could make her go through so much suffering after what they had together. If it haven't been for her he would've been dead. What use was he to her father if all he needed was his compass? She persuaded him that Sparrow was needed alive and made up some lie which Blackbeard believed, not that she wanted Jack to know she saved him.
She also did it for herself as well as for him. Oh god, how she missed him! She wanted to see him again and used the fountain as a good opportunity to make that happen without him knowing. She couldn't forget him no matter what she tried. It's funny to think how many she turned down because of a man who left her after bedding her. Telling her nothing and just disappearing while she was still asleep.
He was a pirate. A selfish pirate. Why did she think he would not leave her this time? She loathed herself for her stupidity and naivety. She was too proud to inflict pain on the doll and bring him back. There was no way she would be begging him again, confessing the most sacred thing she had; her love for him. That bastard left her nonetheless!
A single tear ran down her dirt-stained cheek. Instead of being angry she was upset, making the situation worse.
She acted tough in front of him. Trying to prove herself strong and worthy to be with him, she became his match, his reflection. Yet despite all that an innocent girl could not change the ways of her soul and become a true bloodthirsty pirate out of a nun-to-be.
She did this for Jack - changed for him, but he did not appreciate her efforts one bit. She closed her eyes and tightened her hold on the doll.