A/N: I am surprised by how so many people enjoyed the first chapter, even though it was a really random spur of the moment type of thing. I really appreciate it. If you like my story so much I HIGHLY suggest going to read the Writing Fairy's stories, TheEvilTrafficCone's stories, and Roonil Wazlib42's stories, for they are just as good as mine, actually a whole lot better!! Love you guys! Here's the next chapter. Oh by the way, the end of the summary is supposed to say 'Only problem is, her husband and her daughter have no idea she's a pirate.'
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own POTC. But Emily, Boone, and Angelina are my own creations. Deal with it.
Sighing, I slipped my boots back on and walked back off to the house, lost in an array of my own thoughts. I managed to climb into my bed just as Boone opened the bedroom door and slid into bed beside me without another word. I shut my eyes, attempting to forget all that was around me.
Only to be haunted by the same nightmare that had been occuring since I was in my teens. I was the one who followed Captain Jack into the East India Trading Company. I never did find out what it was he needed there. I remember Captain Jack pocketing whatever it was he needed, and then all these guards swarmed on him. Acting quickly, I climbed on top of the sheeted roofs of the daily shops. I draped down a long sheet over the men. Jack grabbed the sheet and I pulled him onto the roof while the guards tried to contemplate what the hell was going on. Captain Jack gestured for me to follow him, but before I could, the sheet ripped and I fell on top of the guards.
I wanted to call out for Jack to help, but I was hit over the head. Next thing I knew, I'm being walked to the gallows, for several crimes, a few of which I didn't commit. I was only fourteen then. The floor suddenly disappeared beneath my feet and the rope was strangling me.
I sat bolt upright in my bed, my auburn hair in a wet mass around my body. Angelina sat at the foot of my bed, staring at me with a peculiar expression on her face. She climbed over onto the bed and into my lap, wrapping her tiny arms around my waist.
"Did you have a bad dream mummy?" She asked, twirling some of my hair around her finger.
"Yes...just a...bad dream." I answered, wiping some of the sweat from my forehead.
"Don't be scared." Angelina replied, hugging me tighter.
I pried her arms from around my waist.
"You go get dressed."
Angelina climbed off the bed and raced to her room, where the maids were most likely waiting to dress her. I myself got ready, putting on a white dress and bonnet.
"Excuse me miss." Katherine, one of our maids, said from outside the door.
"Yes?"
"You have a visitor at the door."
Who the hell would be visiting me? Suddenly filled with curiosity, I followed Katherine to the front door, trying to think up a logical reason as to why I would have a visitor. There was a man at the door, he had shaggy black hair that I was accustomed to having seen it pulled into a ponytail. But now he was in a regular man's suit, his chocolate eyes fixed upon mine. I dismissed Katherine and stared at my old first mate in awe.
"What the hell are you doing here Jason?" I demanded in a hushed voice.
"Nice to see you to Captain." He replied, slightly hurt.
"I'm sorry." I replied. "It's just a big shock to see you here."
"Oh please. I've gotten worse since you put Neal in charge."
"Anyways, what are you doing here?"
"Well..." He began, shifting his eyes to the floor.
That was never a good sign with Jason. Whenever something was bothering him or he had really bad news, he could never look you straight in the face.
"What?"
"It's about your old Captain...Jack Sparrow."
"Shh!" I snapped. "Nobody knows about that."
"Right...well...as I was saying, we've heard that he's got himself in a kind of rut."
"What kind?"
"The kind where he made a deal with Davey Jones and now Jones is after his soul."
I put my head in my hand, and sighed. That was just like Jack, he always ended up doing something so TOTALLY stupid do get himself in some major trouble.
"Well what do you expect me to do about it?" I asked bitterly. "I'm married and have a daughter now. I can't just up and leave to go save Jack's ass again."
"Well Captain..."
"Stop that! I'm not your Captain anymore."
"Aye but you were. Old habits are hard to break. Anyways if ye chage yer mind, I'll be waiting. The Stella Di Morte is just beyond them hills, awatin' it's previous Captain."
With that Jason tipped his hat and led himself out the door. I was stunned, it was as if what I had wished for had suddenly fallen out of the freaking sky. But I couldn't just up and leave to go relive my pirate days. What would Boone do if I got hurt or died? Oh and poor Angelina. NO! I couldn't do this...but I really needed to.
I turned to go up the stairs, only to see Angelina sitting on the last step. My heart skipped a beat, as her face was mixed with fear and confusion. I picked her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.
"Are you leaving?" She asked, trying not to cry.
"Maybe..." I answered truthfully.
"Are you going to come back?"
"Of course."
"Can I come with?"
"No." I said firmly.
That was the very last thing I could do. Bring my five year old on a dangerous pirate adventure. That's like trying to get Jack to quit drinking rum. Not gonna happen.
Angelina burst into tears, holding me tightly around the waist again.
"I don't want you to go." She sobbed.
"I might not leave honey."
She sat up, wiping the tears from her face, and fixed her eyes right onto mine. She held the gaze, and I was unable to break it.
"Yes you will."
I will never be sure if she heard the conversation I had had with Jason, or she was just saying that as if she could predict the future, but that day I ended up packing away all my pirate gear. Boone stood in the doorway as I packed. I had already buried the pirate clothes under several other items, so he was none the wiser.
"So where are you going again?"
"Across the world." I answered sarcastically.
"And why?"
"My mother is dying, and my brother needs me there."
"Uh-huh."
By the tone of his voice, you could tell he didn't believe me. I kissed him on the way out the door.
"I'll be back before you know it."
"Right." He answered bitterly.
As I went to open the door, he slammed it shut again.
"You...you can't just up and leave like this Em." He began.
I was startled, backing away a little bit from him.
"I don't know what to do with Angelina. And what if the ship you're on gets attacked by pirates?" He took my hand. "I can't bare the thought of losing you."
I nearly laughed out loud about the pirates idea, hell I was going to be on a ship full of them, with me as their leader. Can't get more dangerous than that. Except with Davey Jones' case. If we had to go there then I was probably screwed. I set down my bag and cupped his handsome face in my hands.
"Nothing will happen to me." I said, staring directly into his eyes. "I promise."
He drew away, allowing me to walk out the door. As the door slammed shut behind me, I had half a mind to turn around and just stay where I was. But the look Angelina had given me earlier, when she told me I was going to leave kept me moving forward. Something in the look...but what the hell was it?
I followed the hill that Jason had pointed me to earlier. I couldn't believe I was finally going back to my old life. Going to save Jack once again. Would he even recognize me? Probably not. Last time I saw him was when I was fourteen. When I reached the top of the hill, I saw my magnificent ship awaiting me. I was dirtier than when I had left it, the dove white sails were now splattered with grime and mud. The once sleek and shiny bronze deck now literally looked like a poop deck. But the gold engraving on the side was still in tact. The Stella Di Morte was mine once again.
A/N: Sorry for the short/ quick chapter. Most of you probably won't like it b/c its rushed a bit. It'll slow down by next chapter. Promise. Just in case you're wondering, it's not really going to follow the DMC movie story line, but it'll flow along nicely. Ok you know what, that just made no freaking sense. I'm sorry, It's 11 o'clock at night and I'm am so frickin tired. Ignore my ramblings and please R&R!
-16aqua