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It wasn't until midday that Dag and Volly woke up. Unfortunately, it was due to the heat, something they were not used to at all. They felt sweaty and gross as their clothes clung to them, but, having no money or anything, they couldn't get a change of clothes, and even for the master thief, stealing in a pirate town didn't seem right.

"Tell me, is this where the crew of captain Sparrow is meeting," a loud voice came from over their heads. Volly shuddered at the thick British accent that reminded her of… well, of the people who exiled her and Dag. But, she figured she'd have to get used to it.

"No clue what you're talking about, soldier boy," she muttered, standing up and stretching, not even bothering to look around at the person behind her. The person, however, made the stupid mistake of thinking he could grab her arm. Quick as lightning, she spun around, flipping the situation (and the boy) so that with one push, his arm could be broken.

"Please, I want to live! I just asked if this was where-"

"Shut up, idiot, or do you want the world to know?" Dag snarled, getting out of the boat and bending down. "Let him go, Volly. He's not lying. Although, why Sparrow would hire someone like him is above me."

Somewhat reluctantly, Volly let go of the boy's arm, and he sprung up, only to lose his balance and almost topple into the water, had Dag not caught him and pushed him forwards, so he landed face down on the brittle wood of the dock. The boy got up again (with less force), wiped his clothes quickly (trying to get the mud off of them was useless though) and fixated Volly and Dag with a glare.

"When my- I mean, who the bloody hell are you?"

"Sailing with Sparrow, who are you?" Volly responded, feeling her name had already been given to two too many people (Jack and Angelica).

"V-Avery, my-me name's Avery. And you didn't answer my question, who the bloody hell are you?"

"Alright then, Vavery, I'm Finn, and this is-"

"Lenni," Volly ended Dag's sentence curtly. The guy, Avery, was fuming.

"My name is Avery, and I heard people call you by other names. Gag and Dolly?"

Dag and Volly snorted.

"Well, dearest Avery, we've been called many names, a lot of which would corrupt your sweet innocent little mind," Volly grinned.

"My mind is not sweet, innocent, nor little!" Avery exclaimed with a hurt expression on his face, and by this time, Dag was trying hard not to fall in the water (again) from laughing.

"Well then…" Volly muttered, stepping in closer to Avery and whispering in his ear. Avery chuckled slightly.

"Oh please. I've been in all the maid's beds where I used to live," he said with a cocky smile, but Volly shrugged.

"Well damn, you must be good. Just don't come crawling into my bed- I should warn you, I sleep with a poisoned dagger."

"Good?" Avery looked confused. Once again, Volly stepped closer and whispered in the young man's ear, and when she stepped away, he had a horrified expression on his face.

"W-well, I-I I uh, well…"

"As I said, your mind is sweet and innocent."

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It was a hard time to be a Jack Sparrow, Jack thought as he entered the tavern and his eyes landed on the 'Wanted' posters that had even made their way in there. The likeness between himself and the person drawn was uncanny- well, at least it looked like him, handsome as ever (although he didn't say this out loud; for sure Angelica would have some remark at the ready).

"Jack," he heard the Spanish beauty next to him speak as she pointed to the posters. "We shouldn't stay here long. It is not safe."

"And why pray may that be?"

"There is a rumor that there are searches going on, by the British," Angelica muttered, leading him over to a free table in the back of the tavern. Her eyes were alert and scanning for possible exit routes and rooms to hide in, but unfortunately, they were all blocked. The only free nook was quite shallow and you couldn't hide two people in there.

"Yes, but this is Tortuga, love. They don't-" he was interrupted by the door swinging open loudly, and shouts subsiding.

"Carry on. We only are looking for one man," a cold British voice said over the crowd, and, sure enough, the sailors went back at their drinking, knowing that the British weren't looking for them. Angelica and Jack however froze slightly. Thinking of the easiest way to get out unseen, Angelica frowned, but she figured it was necessary.

Pulling Jack to the unoccupied nook she had seen earlier, away from the British who were filing in through the door, she shoved him gently in it, stepping in beside him.

"What are-"

"Kiss me," she said quietly, still looking at the redcoats, who were getting closer by the second.

"What-"

"Just do it," she hissed, the panic becoming clearer in her voice.

"Well, if you insist (how could he resist giving a woman what she wanted)," she could practically feel his smirk as he spoke, pulling her in front of him and kissing her. It was… indescribable, having him kiss her again- it brought back every feeling she had experienced when they first met, and later. But she couldn't let his damn talented lips distract her from the escape plan still formulating in her mind.

Gently but with a touch of authority, her hand pulled his head to her neck, hiding his face from the eager looks of the soldiers. He didn't protest (actually just kept kissing and sucking at her neck, and the indescribable floating feeling in her stomach was back), and she made sure to keep his face hidden as a young soldier walked towards her.

"I- err, well, we're looking for a man named-"

"Jack Sparrow?" Angelica responded with a flirty look, still making sure Jack's head was at her neck (not that he had anything against that).

"Yeah, and, well, I-"

"Hmm… I could only dream that this here were that handsome man on the posters," Angelica said just loud enough for Jack and the soldier to hear, and flinched when Jack bit the lobe of her ear a bit harder than he normally would have (not that he would normally be doing this with her). "But you aren't bad, soldier. You are here for a few days, yes? Maybe I will visit you later," she winked at him, extremely flirtatiously.

The poor young soldier turned bright red in the face, and after a hurried concealed nod, he made his way quickly back to his companions.

"Handsome man on the posters?" she heard Jack murmur into her ear.

"Don't let it get to your head. I was talking about the depiction anyway," Angelica grinned, but the response from Jack was another nip at her earlobe, causing her hand around his neck to pinch him not-so-gently.

"Well, I guess if I'm that bad in looks I'll have to make it up with this," Jack said softly into her ear again, and his lips were on hers again, his so damn talented lips. Even though everything in her screamed to let him continue, she pushed him slightly away.

"They're gone, let's leave."

"Can't we just-" he started kissing her jawline (at which she had quite some trouble stifling a sigh of pleasure), but she swiftly brought her knee up, causing Jack to stumble away from her, doubled over.

"Let's go."

"But we just got here. And I had no rum," Jack pouted as Angelica lead him to the door.

"It doesn't matter. They could be back any time."

And, as if to prove her point, the soldiers were seen (through a barely see through-able window) walking back down the street, shortly stopping outside the tavern, but not entering. As soon as they were out of sight, Angelica pulled Jack out the tavern and the opposite way of the soldiers, into the darkness of the oncoming night.

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Dark dreams found Jack as soon as he fell asleep. The dreams were about nothing specific- blurry images and shouts, but there was a deathly undertone to them. Every so often, there was a flash, almost like lightning, and for a split second- no, less- he could see someone. He didn't know who it was, but they were familiar. With every flash, they were slightly closer, only an inch or so.

There was a crack of thunder in his dream, and the person was right in front of him; he could feel their breath, their soft sweet breath, on his face. So familiar, yet so… distant. Like he hadn't felt it in a long time. Just as the image of the person started clearing up and he thought he could make out some distinguishable features, a sharp pain at his side woke him up.

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"Where's the rum?" was the first thing that escaped his dry lips, and a sigh was heard, followed by a bottle being thrown at him. "Wait, where am I?"

"Should look familiar, Jack," an angelic voice belonging to a not-so-angelic person answered him, and he looked around to see Angelica leaning against a wall, looking at him. He, in turn, looked up and around, frowning. Sure he knew where he was.

"I'm guessing this time I can actually get out though?"

"No worries, Jack, I didn't lock the door from the outside. Anyway, we should get going. It will be light soon and it's best we get to the ship." She started walking towards the door. "Coming?"

Short, not proud of the last bit.