A/N: In case you're wondering this takes place sometime during DMC. However, it doesn't really follow the movie line. In other words, there's no Davy Jones and Jack never was eaten by the beastie... I would like to thank Thairis and Little Miss Vampirate for your reviews and encouragement. It's people like you that make it a pleasure to write. Now, onto the story...
Chapter 3
The Rescue
By nightfall she found herself in the middle of the ocean without sight of land. The thought of the small rowboat sinking frightened her, but she knew that John's father was a master carpenter. She knew this little rowboat was sturdy and dependable.
The wind picked up which made the waves a little rougher. She couldn't help but to shiver. She pulled a blanket closer around her. The lingering scent of John was in the blanket and her clothes. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and imagined what it would've been like to have John there with her.
"I wish he had come with me," she sighed to herself.
She chuckled when she remembered something John used to say...
"Wish in one hand and spit in the other and see which one fills up the fastest."
She would never have said that out loud at home. Her father would've scolded her for her rudeness. However, out in the open ocean, there was no one to hear her. She was allowed to do and say anything she wanted.
She yawned and managed to get comfortable laying on the bottom the boat. A few hours later she was awaken from a deep sleep by a loud noise. She sat straight up tipping the boat a little.
"What was that?"
As soon as she sat up, she saw it. A streak of lightning, and then thunder.
"Well, it looks like I'm in for a thunderstorm."
She took off the hat, and her black hair flowed past her waist. She then pulled the blankets over her head.
"There, that will help for a little while."
CRASH
The thunder was louder, the waves grew higher, and it started pouring down rain.
"I hope the waves don't get too much higher, I might sink."
A giant wave came up and tipped the boat over. She managed to hang onto the boat, but the food, water, and blankets were gone.
"What am I to do now? I WILL survive this. I WILL, I WILL, I WILL."
She managed to turn the boat upright, and climb back in. Once she was back in the boat, she noticed the oars floating away. She tried to make a grab for them but each wave drifted them farther and farther away from her reach.
"Calm down Angelia. I'll just drift to some shore, and I'll be fine," She thought to herself.
The storm eventually stopped, and Angelia sat shivering in her wet clothes.
The next morning she wasn't feeling well. Her clothes were still damp from the night before, and her throat hurt horribly. She laid on the bottom of the boat and fell asleep.
She couldn't remember how long she slept, but she woke up in a bed. She barely remembered, as if in a dream, of a long and dark haired man pulling her up out of the boat and handing her to another man. Now here she was in a real bed. The rocking told her she was on a ship.
"What ship is this? And who are my rescuers?"
Her head hurt too much to think anymore, so she fell back to sleep.