Angelica woke in a small bed with the blanket tucked up to her chin. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to make some sense of where she was, the room was lit by a few dim candles but it was quite dark still, and Angelica managed to make out a few shapes. A closet, a desk, a chair, and a man. The man was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room with his legs outstretched. His head was tilted to the left and hung forward a bit. His arms were folded across his chest and his eyes were closed in a deep slumber. She recognized the man as Captain Will Turner. Finally, she remembered Jack. The Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack. The name pierced her heart and she wept silently, hot tears breaking from her eyes. She withdrew a small voodoo doll from her pocket and looked at it through sad eyes. You were supposed to come for me, she thought, You were supposed to love me back. Her eyes stung more and fresh tears boiled her eyes. She had managed to manoeuvre the doll under the blankets before a concerned, and very much awake Will appeared beside her. He wrapped an arm around her and hushed her.
"Miss Angelica, what is it what's wrong?!" he looked at her for any signs of hurt. She was crying alright, and badly to. Angelica didn't want to answer him, she didn't want him to know Jack abandoned her, she didn't want him to know why, and most of all, she didn't want him to know she loved Jack Sparrow. She missed Jack, and wanted to scream to him, to tell him she was sorry, she couldn't bare to think he hated her, to tell him she wanted him back, the thought he was with another girl made her dig her nails into her palms sadly and angry, to tell him she loved him, and she did, she loved Captain Jack Sparrow, he had saved her life and what did she do to repay him? She wanted to kill him, and he left her because of it, all this was her fault. It WAS her fault, and Angelica couldn't bare to live with it.
Will, let her cry into him and gently stroked her hair. Angelica wasn't used to the gesture, but she quickly got to like it. He repeated his question quietly, and she looked up into his magical, eyes. " I miss.. my father." She lied. She HAD missed her father. for the week after his death, then she was caught up in plotting Jack Sparrows death, but mainly she was caught up in grief and sadness. Wills brow creased and he looked down at her softly, calming her. Her hair hung over half her face and will admitted she was a pretty lass, and he wondered why she could have possibly been left on the island.
"I'm so sorry, but if there is anything I can do, please let me know... what happened? If you don't mind me asking." She didn't really mind, but she was cautious about talking about Jack in front of the very kind, very handsome man she just met. She was afraid she would start to cry again. She sat up a bit, and retold the story of the fountain of youth, starting from the beginning when she tried to get a crew, leaving out the parts where she disguised as Jack Sparrow, and with every Jack incident, she erased it from the story, feeding Will only half the story, and kept Jacks moments for herself. As she progressed she found Jacks extinction impossible to keep up, so she twisted the story, having them both meet for the first time, lying Jack being rescued from a sinking ship. When finally, she came to Her fathers death, she became, once again, angry with Jack. She recalled to will, Jacks trickery to help her live and kill her father, and Wills hand found hers. She felt awkward, true, she liked holding his hand, but she longed for Jacks hand there, instead of his, but also, she smiled at him, like it was meant to be. However, the rage continued, and her spare hand found the voodoo doll, of Jack under the blankets, she grasped it around the middle tight, as she retold in description Blackbeard, her fathers, planned death... by that Cursed Captain Jack Sparrow!