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Chapter 2: The Revelation of Feelings

"Her...Eye... Eye-s..." Jack murmured, sleep talking as he lay on one of the rattiest bed's anyone could ever have made. "... Rum, I like rum... 's g-ood...Wha? Wha's... Oh..."

Angelica huffed out an annoyed breath and sat up in the bed next to his...

Why? Why did she have to be the one who shared the room with him? Yes, she understood that the inn's rooms were all fully taken apart this double room but... Why couldn't Gibbs and... his majesty have shared? Why did Jack insist on having her there, as if now she had returned, he couldn't cope without her presence?

'You know that he can't,' a familiar voice inside her head told her.

He rolled onto his other side, wincing his once peaceful face, into a mash of confusion and misunderstanding.

"...'ove you." he murmured, words half muffled and lost from the cushion his head lay on.

She rolled her eyes and turned over to face him, taking a cushion from behind her head. "Make another sound," she whispered fiercely, eyes now half shut due to her sleep deprivation. "And I'll hit you with this..."

He let out a dreamy, muffled laugh... as if hearing her through his mind's ears, those hidden, secretive and devious ways he had of listening to her... She swore those ears were only used to listen to her.

She growled tiredly and threw the stuffed cushion at him.

The ruffled pillow hit his chest, causing him to jump out of his sleep.

"Gah! Wot? Wot's goin' on? Ay? Where am I?"

Angelica smirked and closed her eyes, playing the ignorant and innocent as she curved up into her sleeping position.

He sat up on his elbows, frowning at Angelica in wonder and speculation. It was silent all around apart from the two of them breathing - and whatever riot was going on outside a mile or so away, in the heart of Tortuga. He sniffed and scratched his beard, obviously thinking... About what? No one could care to guess.

"Come on, I know ye be awake," Jack stated loudly moments later, smirking over at her. "Even as clever as you are, y'can't throw cushions at handsome pirate captains in ye sleep."

She tsked and sat up, eyes bright and fully awake. She didn't look over at him, just crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.

"What is it you want Jack?" she hissed quietly, eyes narrowing.

"You know wot, why can't you just tell me?"

"Well why can't you just tell me?!"

"Ay? Tell you wot?"

She turned her whole body to face his direction. "You don't know why I'm here? Why I am helping you? Why I am bailing you out? Oh look... bailing you out, yes, again!"

He shrugged, deep chestnut orbs boring into hers with intense exploration. He opened his mouth and in a small action he said,"...No. No I don't. I don't know why y'even can stand t'be around me, Angelica."

"You see everything," Angelica whispered, staring at him in disappointment. "Yet... you see nothing at all."

"I'm..." he frowned and pouted, contemplating her quote. "I'm not... blind!"

She rolled her eyes and flung herself around, turning her front away from him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, still sitting up to face her back, in admiration of the deep maroon locks that tumbled down her spine. "Perhaps I am blind."

Angelica frowned in confusion, but didn't turn to show him her concern. His voice was so small, so soft... so sympathetic. It had taken her by surprise. He sighed and lowered himself back down onto the mattress, brown eyes studying the peeling mosaic ceiling on the roof above.

She winced as she heard a weary, unbreakable silence bubble up between them - it was unsettling, and worrying, for she knew Jack hated silences too.

"What would you do, if... if I was dead, and so was my Father, meaning... you could never get the Pearl back?" she wondered, heavy eyelids dropping, as her thoughts seemed to merge into what she was actually emitting from her mouth.

"Hm?" he answered tiredly, sitting back up, expecting her beautiful face to greet him, yet she did not move a muscle. "I... er... Well... I'd be fuc- alone."

He was glad he retracted his curse word, as she turned over, still not fully opening her eyes and smiled at him a little. He could tell she was half in a dream, half in reality from the dreamy, faraway look upon her well defined features.

"Alone?" she breathed hoarsely, reaching out an arm towards the opposite bed, resting her delicate fingers on his chest, presumably where she felt his heartbeat thumping faster and faster. He hoped she didn't notice, he didn't think she did. Damn, it was so stupid that he couldn't control his heart rate whenever she was around... How could he feel so attracted, both mentally and physically to her, after the wars the two of them have had in the past? And they weren't petty, meaningless ones either...

"Alone, ha," she said softly, with a little chuckle. "You could never be alone, Sparrow. There's loyal friends, crew and wenches surrounding you every place you go, there's no way in hell that you could ever feel alone."

Jack winced, eyebrows knitting as his eyes landed on her fingertips that were carefully drumming on his chest.

"Perhaps," he considered, closing his eyes and sighing deeply, as if something had truly hurt him badly. "On the outside, things seem obvious, do they not? But inside, it... it's different. It's a pain that can't be spoken, like I have a piece of treasure lost... another page missing in my book. It doesn't 'elp that I always seem to break someone's 'eart wherever I go either."

"Usually mine," she stated, smirking as her eyes shut nonchalantly. He found himself smiling at that, holding his callous palm over her limp arm reaching across to him.

Her hand stopped moving and not another sound came from her, other than her gentle, reassuring breathing. Jack's smile broadened as he looked over at her peaceful, unbothered face; he lowered his head and brought his lips to her numb hand, still placed on the skin of his chest. He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her smooth, olive skin.

He smirked, letting his head roll back and hit the pillows behind him. He closed his eyes, drifting to a world of cloudy, wondrous dreams.

On the bed opposite, Angelica propped her eyes open, smirking evilly. She could still feel those tender lips of his on her skin now... she knew he'd been smiling too. This was just a game to him, he thought he'd never get found out...

Her eyes shot down to just below her collar, and smiled courageously at the iron cross necklace around her neck.

It wasn't there just for a show of her faith...

It was also the key to Jack's freedom, to the Black Pearl.

How coincidental that she happened to bear said item; she was just as important as the key itself, meaning she was more to him than Jack thought. That would impress him in the end...

Angelica smirked again and lifted the iron crucifix to her pink lips with her free hand, mouth pressing a kiss to it in a proud smile.

Tomorrow would not just be another revolution of the Earth...

It would be the day Captain Jack Sparrow redeemed his freedom...

The day he would claim what was rightfully his...

Yet, he'd unintentionally bought more than he'd bargained for.


Hi! Thanks for getting to the bottom! Sincere apologies about me abandoning this story, but do not fret! I am now slowly ploughing through, and to be honest, I will be updating this story (along with some others that have been abandoned) regularly from now on. I just had to update this one... It seems pretty popular haha XDD

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