A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They really make me smile widely

Divorces weren't common hundreds of years ago, but they still occurred (apparently. I made researches)

I hope you will enjoy chapter 2!

Chapter II – Nobody wants to be the one breaking up

The Black Pearl, fastest ship through all eternity bobbed along the waves in the direction between islands after entering the area of the Caribbean seas again. The exotic air moistened the pirates' dry mouths and when they needed food, it was easier to look down in the crystalline water, bringing fishes aboard by using long sticks which were brought down into the clear water. At some points during their four week trip; they had even faced sharks down in the waves.

Jack opened his compass and studied the pointing. At least they had reached the Caribbean Sea where Lucifer must be sailing. The Bahamas islands were his home, if not including Germany where he was born.

Tom and Andy sighed while pulling their right palms over their foreheads in an exhausting motion, in a tryout of drying their sweat off to the sleeves. The clear blue sky and heating sun certainly left traces on the crewmen.

"Andy!" Jack roared over deck and turned around, no more watching the islands far away from behind the railing. The pirate walked up to him.

"Yes, captain?"

Jack tilted his head to the right and then moved it back straight just as fast as he had done the first motion. He pointed into Andy's face with his forefinger while squeezing his eyelids to narrowing. "Tell the cook we are setting anchor at the nearest island we reach,"

"Vance? Why would Vance be proper dealing with that knowledge?" Andy asked confused.

"He makes us the dinners, and we are out of precious groceries," Jack started walking towards his cabin, longing for the cold shadows, moments away from the hot sun.

"What about the monkey, captain? We may serve him?"

Jack chuckled at the tempting suggestion. He swirled around and opened a bottle of rum. "I'll give the pirate who catches that infernal monstrosity two chests filled with jewelry, diamonds and gold. Mark my words, lad," he grinned before entering his cabin.

Cádiz, Spain

The darkness had fallen over the Atlantic seas another night, and so on over the sailing vessel which was ruled by Gibbs. There was a picture of a town, a big town actually. There were giant vessels that had anchored in the harbour, piled beside each other in lines along the piers. Behind them could buildings and simply the rest of the population be seen. Houses were upwards the mountain and a fort that was built with its' enormous stones a bit over the sea with cannons well placed. It was a big town, well equipped and that was also the people for sure.

The picture turned to dark water when Gibbs lowered the binocular. They had arrived to Cádiz, Spain after weeks of sailing. The climate was slightly colder in the new area they'd entered but still perfect for neither freezing nor sweating.

"So this is where Jack's treasure is hiding?" Rogel climbed up the stairs and nodded in the direction of the town further away. Gibbs hushed him and then shrugged.

"What if she lied and truly marries in another town. What if it is a trap?" Rogel stated and took a look over the town in Gibbs binocular which he had snatched. "But I doubt that,"

It was Gibbs turn to demand an answer. A curious question building inside him. "And why are ye certain?"

The younger lad handed Gibbs his binocular back and grinned. "She loves him, doesn't she?" he asked.

Gibbs shrugged again dumbfounded while considering.

"And now we have to deal with our captain's indecisive emotions," Rogel added in a sigh. "But it will be fun to have the midget aboard again, huh?" he turned his head to Gibbs who threw his hands over Rogel's mouth to block it from talking.

A circular flat light on the surface of the water moved around. Someone in the town was taking looks over the sea to find the possible ships that hid in the dark shadows. The light passed them with a few feet in front of the ship and Gibbs exhaled loudly from keeping his breath for too long. He closed his eyes and inhaled again while letting go of Rogel's mouth.

"Whatever mission we are on mate, we always follow our captain's orders, aye?"

"Aye," Rogel replied as the both of them took another last look at the town before heading to their chores. Waking up the others and prepare them for a short sail behind the bay to set anchor.

Howard snored in his cabin, deep in his sleep and dreaming. He wondered if his sister would recognize him after all these years. She had been famous as the rumours spread about her, being the beautiful pirate sister of fearful Captain Howard. In an instant when Captain Howard retired; began a lot of new pirate-lives. As for example Lucifer had entered the business by kidnapping Sinclair. The only truly expensive article for Howard, since Lucifer had gotten rid of Howard's wife and children.

Outside the cabin walked Jack Sparrow, just come out on deck to rule the helm. He was also deep in a dream, more precisely a daydream to be correct.

He threw glances down on deck to watch his crewmen work, swabbing deck while others adjusted the swords. He grinned slightly of pride his crew finally knew how to be a proper sailor. How to act as a pirate.

Of all sudden his hat was pulled away and it was certainly not by the wind. He spun around in the direction it had disappeared and naturally found it in the hands of the goddamned monkey.

"Give it back!" he said firmly between gritted teeth. The sensitive monkey felt his rage beyond the teeth and climbed along the rope upwards the mast. "Give it back to me, you stupid monkey!" he shouted after the animal which accompanied Andy, the look-out lad lying down on the platform with the legs dangling over the edge.

"Oi, Captain! No need of being so… tempered," Tom shouted up to his captain, who turned his gaze upset to Tom, the swabbing-lad. Tom chuckled and continued swabbing down on his knees.

It caused the angered Jack to walk downstairs and place himself in front of Tom. He placed the tip of his boot on the tiny wooden brush to squeeze his hand a bit.

"Lad, is there anything you'd like to tell me? A pirate captain like me does not long for hearing stories from his crew, though there are exceptions when they need to tell him something of importance. Of my consideration you seem to have fun with the phrase, which obviously leaves me questioning you and not the other way around. Even so if you'd like to tell me something it must be urging or I'm not interested, maybe the fact you haven't read some sort of a manual of piracy. Of course it's that way but why wouldn't you be allowed to talk to the captain? If you have something you'd like to. Would I then listen? But is it really? Do you believe a captain would answer this, or would you?"

When Jack raised the tip of his boot; Tom immediately jerked it away. He scowled and looked strangely at Jack. "I don't think I understood correctly, captain,"

Jack scowled back at the lad. "Huh? What was the question?"

Tom let out a nervous laugh. "Captain, you aren't making any sense at all,"

"Oh, I am not making any sense," Jack repeated sarcastically and swirled around on his heels, heading back towards the helm. "Midgets all ages these years become dumber for every day passing," he muttered.

Tom turned to another crewman and exchanged strange looks by Jack's behaviour.

There was a church placed upon a hill in Cádiz. Roses where tied in a half circle on green leaves and bushes in the same feature. Under the half circular feature stood a man, a Spanish lord, also called Don. Don Eduardo de Alvarez, but he usually kept it as Eduardo Alvarez, even though his title was much higher then the ordinary name.

The priest began preparing by gathering his papers where his speech was written. Employees of Eduardo were rushing around the location to fix the few flaws which meant a flower missing a petal. They had passed the aisle between the seats in lines and rows hundreds of times during the morning, all of them searching for every single little possible error.

The seats began getting filled with guests, containing royalty and dons with their donas. Eduardo stood in the aisle, well-dressed and welcoming his wedding-guests. There had been many questions and rumours circulating around the country when everybody had heard Don and Dona de Alvarez were getting married again. Then the rumours had changed to the fact that the population believed they had got divorced during their trip aboard to New England and then the feelings had returned when it was too late for returning the divorce papers. The gossip was at least better then the veracity. Not a single soul in Spain would probably not believe Angelica had died and the vows didn't apply her or Eduardo anymore.

The dark Latina reflected herself in the long mirror which went from almost the floor to roof. What she saw was a big white gown with an overly long train. Her embroidered veil was behind her head to not cover her face until it was time. Severely looks in the mirror from every side of her had been taken. Asking questions to herself and she couldn't answer them all, but what troubled her the most was 'Am I doing the right thing?'. For once she had an opportunity to choose, and still she married Eduardo. Was Jack really that bad? Antonio had seemed happy with Jack, content and simply pleased. Nowadays he barely spoke to Eduardo and was just angry Ed had caused pain to his mother. He had apparently seen too much of the slapping.

She leaned over to the coffee table in the room and picked up the bouquet of roses in the colour of the reddest red.

"¿Cómo te sientes? (How are you feeling?) ¿Todo bien, Dona de Alvarez? (Everything alright, Lady Alvarez?)" Angelica smiled slightly at her dear friend. A tear fell when she studied herself.

"Nó se, Salma, (I don't know, Salma)" Angelica answered her royal friend who happened to be the princess of Spain. "No sé si tomar la decision correcta, (I don't know if I make the right decision)"

Salma who wore a beautiful orange gown with a white corset smiled at her best friend. "Al menos es un Don, (He is at least a Lord)" she suggested.

"Maybe you are alright then," Angelica replied with a sad smile before a butler opened the door for them.

.:~:.

A maid opened the side door into the big chamber where the ceremony was taken place. A place where the priest waited patient for her, along with the other guests including her future husband. Salma disappeared through it and Antonio was one his way to do the same when he of all sudden stopped abruptly.

"Mother, do you have to marry Eduardo?" he asked pleadingly. His hair had outgrown a bit and she had not had time to hire him a hairdresser that could fix it. Her future husband had been very strict the wedding had to take place very soon after the arriving and he had certainly gotten his way.

"Antonio! Stop talk that way! You used to love him until you met Jack," her heart twitched when she spoke her former lover's name.

"Father is nicer and has an exciting life! I want to live with him!" Antonio nagged, used to get his way. Although this time was different. There was no way in the seven seas Angelica could listen to his willing. She had hard to think clear for the moment already. It was her wedding and too much was going on in her head. She looked up to the maid and gave her a nod. The maid pulled a disappointed Antonio with her inside the chamber and closed the door while Angelica walked over to the big ports which were wide open.

"Señorita, Señorita!" a man called after her. The bride didn't exactly want to turn around and destroy how perfectly her dress and veil were put on her, so she waited for the man to round her. "Miss," he puffed.

"Yes?" she quirked an eyebrow and looked at the sweaty lad with dirty clothes.

He fumbled up a letter outside his backpack and handed her it. "You are… Angelica Sparrow?" he asked from reading what it stood on the envelope.

She had not heard anyone calling her that… ever. Still, she would know who the letter was from. A person who was from her former life that apparently didn't have the knowledge things had turned out differently. She studied the written name and took a deep breath, aware that could've been her true name. "Yes, I am Angelica... Sparrow, sir," she answered.

"Well, congratulations, I guess," he then stated after seeing her wedding dress and hurried away from the church. She put the letter down on a coffee table, knowing she could read it later after taking the vows.

She stepped closer to the ports, lifted her veil over her face and began walking towards the vault while hearing the wedding-music be pleayed by the musicians.

.:~:.

The gang of pirates had hurried all over the town, sneaked along the walls in the alleys. They had hidden in the shadows the higher buildings created. There were places the regular population didn't dare stay for any longer moment then just pass the area.

There were several churches in town, but only one had gotten much attention. It was up on the hill, right below the castle. It was hard to miss since all of the Spaniards in town spoke about it and the gossip had reached the pirates' ears with joy.

They lay in a line on the fence made of stones while watching the guards walking outside with a rifle resting on their shoulder. The lancers were protecting the church from men that possibly could interrupt the wedding or just sort of disturb it – men like Gibbs and his crew themselves.

Rogel who lay next to Gibbs noticed suddenly a window higher up on the wall that was open.

"Oi!" he hissed to Gibbs who immediately turned his attention to Rogel.

"Aye?"

"You see that window over there…?" he asked in a low level, not wanting to be revealed by the lancers and cause a big scene. They needed this to go as smoothly as possible without complications and fights.

Gibbs followed with his gaze in the direction Rogel seemed to stare in, searching for what had caught his attention. When he noticed the wide open window, he nodded.

"Well done, mate," he said proudly.

"So what are we going to do now?" a lad asked from Gibbs' other side.

Gibbs narrowed deep in thought until he had come up with a plan.

"Ye be not loving it," he turned to Rogel who looked bored.

"How could I predict you saying that?," he replied slight annoyed he always had to be the target.

.:~:.

"Yo-ho," Rogel cheered in a flirty way while waving with a fan. He had gained the lancers' observance immediately. He laughed nervously when he noticed them loading their guns and approaching him. Their stupidity apparently made it easy for Rogel and Gibbs to implement the plan, even though how much Rogel ever would hate them for it. He really risked his life - big time.

He made a jump and then began running towards the fence on the other side from where Gibbs and the crew were, to lead the lancers away from their posts.

"Catch the pirate!" one of the lancers shouted as he hurried right behind Rogel who ran along the fence with shouting pirates right down and behind him.

.:~:.

Three pirate men and Gibbs hurried over the open space to the church wall while four waited on the fence, to look out for the lancers. The rest from the crew was on the ship, which was hidden behind a bay.

"Help me up!" Gibbs ordered a crewman while holding his hands up to reach for the windowsill. The lad eyed him wierdly.

"You sure I should not go for them instead?" he questioned, knowing he was way smaller then the chubby captain.

"The midget will recognize me and come to me," Gibbs assured them. "While you go and get miss Angelica, aye?"

"Aye," the crewmen shrugged and helped him up to the window which he almost got caught in. Hands smacking and pushing his butt were needed till he fell down onto the floor in a room.

Gibbs grunted from the pain as he stood up. It was a room belonging to the staff of the church. A big cross was hanged on the wall and priest clothes hung in the open closet. There was a couch in the room with a coffee table, both standing on a carpet on the dark wooden floor.

Quietly, Gibbs opened a door and found himself behind a statue in the big chamber. Further away stood the priest with his gaze straight through the aisle, obviously waiting for Angelica. He held a book in his hands, pages filled with black written letters. A bit away from him stood the broom, Eduardo waiting for his future wife to walk up to him. Angelica, was fortunately not exactly Gibbs' mission for the moment. Over all; she was, but he had ordered the rest of the crew to make sure she comes with them while he will fix Antonio.

The child rocked back and forth on his heels with a look of boredom. He sighed and clasped his hands behind his back while continuing the motion.

"Oi! Antonio!" Gibbs hissed at the midget, knowing it would take a lot to gain someone's attention since they all looked at the aisle.

Antonio though, heard Gibbs immediately and widened his eyes of the sight. He took a quick look back to see the audience stare down the aisle, just like Eduardo and the priest did. He assumed they would be furious if they would find out he had left his position. Especially since Eduardo and his mother had told him firmly not to go anywhere but where he was told to. Although neither of them would probably notice him since they were busy looking at where Angelica was supposed to walk.

He walked lateral, discretely over to Gibbs and hugged him. "Master Gibbs!"

Gibbs chuckled and pulled him out of the embrace, proud he had not chosen to take Angelica again. That little Antonio was so much easier to convince.

"Antonio, I am here to take you to the father of yours," he explained to Antonio.

"Really?" his smile reached from ear to ear, but then it sank as quickly as it had appeared. "But what about mother?"

"Jasper, Zitten and Sev are right now for the moment getting her to the ship. Ye be coming with us, won't you?" Gibbs inquired with pretending seriousness.

"Of course I am," Antonio said and hurried after Gibbs out the door into the priest room.

The island in the binocular was enormously big. It had been an old volcano, turned to a giant mountain where trees and plants nowadays grew. It was flourishing of greenery and looked like paradise. The mountain met the sea with white beaches and enticed the eye to sail over there.

The nosey Tom leaned over Jack's arm to get a glimpse of the map unfolded over the table outside on deck. It was a big map with special features of the islands around probably where they were.

"Kingston?" he asked.

Being snapped so abruptly out of the plan creating in the mind caused Jack to jump and accidently hit Tom with the sudden movement.

After groaning Tom eyed the captain with a disapproval eye.

"Tell me young lad; how many times am I in need of telling you to not walk into my route?" Jack demanded and held his arms firmly out to show him the circular area around him where nobody but himself was welcome.

Tom rolled his eyes and pointed towards the island. "That be the place Lucifer is anchoring his ship?"

"Aye, that be the place Lucifer is anchoring his ship," Jack repeated as confirmation. "Not a place you'd like to visit," Jack looked over his shoulder to Tom with a smirk. "If we wouldn't surprise them, none of us had," Jack declared. "Except.. me of course,"

"How can you be aware of the surprise and they won't be expecting us?"

Jack peeled while studying the island. "If there is no surprise we will have to visit the infamous cave his prisoners are taken. So let's hope we have another experience, eh?"

The musicians began panting by the intense playing. A few larger men used a piece of paper to dry their dripping foreheads and the guests started whispering. Facial expressions of confusing and scandal were shown in the eyes of the audience. Eduardo rubbed his hands over his arm in nervousness and the priest looked petrified, but no more lies were needed. Don de Alvarez was just about to storm towards the ports when a maid rushed through the doorway, gaining all of their attention.

"Señorita Angelica had to leave and help a friend! But she told me to inform you about Antonio. She wants you to take care of him until she is back and also that she is very sorry," the maid told both Eduardo and the rest of the filled chamber. His face reddened of the information. Literally all women in the room gasped and put their hands over their mouths in an attempt of covering it as much as was possible. Although their widened eyes revealed their real reactions.

Eduardo's jaw clenched as he quickly turned around, ready to lag Antonio to the harbour if that was the last thing he had to do. He urged to get married and continue his normal life.

He twitched when the truth sank into him. The spot where his beloved child was supposed to stand was empty.

.:~:.

The Queen Anne's Revenge was boarded with the crewmen. Firstly when Gibbs arrived, the last person with Antonio hurrying behind him over the pier, the crewmen relaxed. One of them fingered on the trumpet he had stolen from the musicians, proudly.

But as soon as the calm feeling had taken place, another horrendous gut cramped in their stomachs.

"Crewmen of Queen Anne's Revenge," Gibbs greeted and shoved Antonio from the board to the ship friendly. After landing on deck, Gibbs span around to see the familiar fiery face and for once it would make him smile the biggest he ever had wore. To hear her cursing in Spanish would even make him clap his hands in happiness – but there was no woman aboard.

"Where is Miss Angelica?" Gibbs sudden happiness had switched to frustration.

"Where is mamá?" Antonio asked after noticing himself Angelica wasn't there. He walked over to the middle spot of the deck to spin around, travelling with his eyes.

"Captain Gibbs?" Jasper spoke up from behind another sailor. He stepped forward and let out a nervous laugh.

Gibbs quirked an eyebrow, awaiting his answer.

"A maid informed us about her escape. She had received a letter from a Mary Read and sailed moments before us to Caribbean to rescue the faith that waits her friend,"

Gibbs eyed widened before he shook his head. "Come again? Did you say Mary Read? The damsel who fought for Calico Jack and was his lover?"

"Aye, that is precisely what I am telling you," Jasper confirmed.

Antonio scoffed and folded his arms. "Where has my mother gone?"

Gibbs put his arm around the midget to comfort him, knowing it was his duty as long as no parent of his was in sight. "Jamaica,"

The Forest Wanderer divided the waves in two when they reached the front of the ship. Somewhere above on a protruding mast sat the pirate woman, enjoying the sundown that had created the orange sky in the horizon. The wind practically becalmed though enough to make waves and move the vessel forward to Jamaica, where she had to save her friend. Slowly, the brown eyes opened and she moved her hand carefully over the long white wedding dress she wore as her lips formed to a smile. Perhaps she had done the right decision after all. Her gaze moved upwards to the sun as it heated her face and hair that blew in the wind along her long veil.

Although she would have to return and bring Antonio with her if she was about to sail and ravage the seas again. Her fingers dove into a decorated box from where she fumbled up the voodoo doll. She remembered her conversation with Jack right after he had found out about the doll, and a smirk appeared on her face.

After slowly lifting it to her face-level; she blew into its' face and studied the mini-Jack.

"Does it work, because it works? Or because you believe that it works?"

A/N: What did you think? Please tell me, either you liked/disliked it :) And about the last sentence... it was in one of Jack and Angelica's deleted scenes. If you haven't seen them (do that because they're HOT) haha, maybe I'm overreacting?