Author's note: I'm sooo grateful for the reviews, all of them! (L) And I especially wanted to tell : Jackelica : (an anonymous reviewer) that I really want you to read this chapter. Not that I'm going to spoil anything, but it was going to be revealed in this chapter anyhow - if you read between the lines. :) And not just Jackelica but all of you, of course :D

This chapter doesn't contain a lot of "pirate things/fluff" but in the coming chapters, there will be more action.

Disclaimer: I have totally forgotten to write about that, so here it comes - I do not own anything and probably never will. The only thing I do own is my wild fantasy I'm trying to put in the plot.

Another thing: If I might mention anything with political/religious(/another personal statement), I just wanted to say the opinions are not my own. A statement in the story belongs to it and is not my own thought. So don't think I'm a crazy person or anything if you wouldn't agree on something in the story. But what I know as far as now, there shouldn't be anything like that in the text. (:

Chapter 3

Screams and crying. Common things they heard when they left a town, and Don Patarína wasn't an exception. Leaving a town with a wave of sorrow, grief and havoc pleased the pirates when they boarded the Queen Anne's Revenge after another failed mission. Neither was she in Don Patarína.

"She is nowhere!" Barbossa roared and threw the map on the table in a harsh move.

Gunter who was his navigator took a careful look over the map. Eventually he pointed at a town they would pass.

"We pass San Lugar. That's the next town. Don't give up yet," he commented. He had been promised to choose a bottle if he took Barbossa to Dimalia with Angelica.

"Does it look like I have given up?" Barbossa roared even loader and pushed the table with such strength it broke on the floor.

The Forest Wanderer. The vessel bobbed with the waves that shoved it closer their destination. Most of the crew were either working or sleeping in a hammock. It had been a long night for all of them, full of fighting and taking care of the ship while their captain had been in town with his first mate.

The grind drove deeper and deeper into her cheek every time the vessel rocked. Her cheeks were clearly still the opposite of dry. If her prays had invaded she would have drowned in her tears. She had left that deserted island years ago when some sailors had spotted her. They had left her in Spain where she settled down when she met Eduardo Alvarez right on the plaza. She had spent the whole day inside a seamstress-house to get a dress, when the seamstress of all sudden had persuaded Angelica to try a more gracious one. It took hours for to get convinced and when she finally did, a man had stormed into the boutique to order a suite. If anyone had told her back then the sentence; telling her that he would be her future-husband, wasn't anything she had believed. And then she got pregnant, with Antonio. Or in fact – she was already since a further time back. But that belonged to her past and she had no desire of bringing her son to it, even if he perhaps belonged to it.

The jail was moistly of the seawater that had leaked through the gaps. The only warmness came from Antonio who had fallen asleep with his head buried into her chest. As any mother would have, she tried to make him feel the very best. She held her arms around him in an attempt for him to feel comfortable and safe. In corner of the cell was her husband snoring deeply. If she had decided how this would end, she had left Antonio and Eduardo home. She had no clue about what Gibbs had wanted her. He had walked in front of the group of pirates while she and her family were taken to the ship.

Light approached her slowly as the steps got closer. She grasped the grid down in the jail as a help for her to stand up, not caring about how the sharp metal cut through her skin. The embrace she had around Antonio remained while she studied the man.

Behind the torch was none other then Joshamee Gibbs. Through her lifetime he had been a loyal friend to her, except that he took Jack's side for the most. But this was beyond betrayal.

"Angelica,"

She kept the silence and stepped back to let him open the door. Waving hands to show her to follow him didn't exactly bring her out of the cell.

"It's nice to see you," he tried to start a friendly conversation. Still, not a word escaped her lips. It didn't take long for him to understand she wasn't in mood for talking so he did the gesture again. Once again she ignored.

"Follow me. Otherwise I'd have to fetch one of the crewmen to drag you upstairs,"

"What do you want me?" she demanded.

Antonio slumbered and opened his eyes slurry, probably not understanding where he was.

"The Captain wishes to see you," Gibbs explained and walked over to her. He lifted Antonio carefully from her and walked over to Eduardo who still slept deeply. He bent down with the child and laid him down next to him. For a moment she was unsure of what Gibbs was about to do, but then experienced the subdued shove. "Come on,"

Of not saying a word during their walk upstairs she finally opened her mouth when she saw the little crowd of sailors stop actions and watch her.

"Where are you taking me?" she turned her head to face Gibbs who didn't respond, but shove her further towards the captain's cabin. Then he turned around and did a quick gesture for the crewmen to approach them and handle Angelica, the furious Latina.

"What the- What are you doing! Let me go! ¡Un día arrepentiréis estos errores! (One day you're going to regret these mistakes)" she shouted while receiving flashbacks from an experience hours ago.

Once again she was in a scenario of screams as they shoved her into a cabin and tied her on a chair. Surprisingly, they left her mouth free. Apparently another person wanted her to speak.

"Set me free!" she snapped at the one last pirate who pulled one of the bonds tighter which caused her to whimper in pain. The pirate said nothing but walked out of the cabin as the others had done.

Suddenly the door closed with a bang. Well, seems like she wouldn't be alone in the room after all. Trying to turn her face frequently, but not succeeding since the door was right behind her made her give up and sigh.

She knew exactly who the person was. It was the same bloody bastard who had stolen her rum.

As she expected; Jack rounded the table and for the first time in years, they got a glimpse of each other. The typical moves he used to place himself in front of her. His beloved hat on top of his head, those dark dreadlocks and that beard was just as she remembered him. Even the annoying smirk that was plastered on his face.

The palms were placed on the surface of the table and hers rubbed against the wooden chair, stuck in the bonds as they watched one another.

"Hello Angelica,"

Her furious, peering eyes into the pirate's spoke more then words could. After remaining positions for a moment, he plopped down on the chair in front of her. The table was laid with plates full of grapes, bananas and other fruits. One particular plate had Jack's interest. He heaved the chicken and wiped his mouth once in a while.

"You brought me here to watch you eat?" she finally broke the silence. Jack dropped the bare chicken bone to look up.

"Since you're the daughter of Blackbeard," Jack began and stood up. He walked over to his desk and returned with a map in his hands. "Say, will we pass any territories we need to be prepared for? We will not pass White Cap Bay, but I do not know these waters," he added and placed the map in front of her.

Her eyes got stuck on the word 'Dimalia'. "You want to bring me to Dimalia, don't you?"

"Will you kill me if I say yes?" he asked and held his arms out as he backed a step, slight terrified she would break free of the bonds.

"Father told me to never let anyone take me to that place, but he never told me why," she tore her eyes from the map and looked into his eyes. It had been a long time ago since she looked into those deep brown eyeballs. "What is it about that place?"

"You don't know?"

She shook her head slowly but upset as she watched Jack frown. After squinting and caressing his beard musingly, he turned on his heel back to the desk.

The bottle tinkled in front of her, put on the table. The Black Pearl was visible inside and for the first time since she boarded the vessel, she smiled - but evilly.

"You haven't gotten it out," she scoffed.

The knowledge which meant Jack getting beyond annoyed was something Angelica won in the conversation. She knew him well enough to rule exactly what words should be saying from her lips, to control his feelings. And she wanted anger, pure hatred. Everything she felt towards him.

"The occasion we're heading to Dimalia," he spat back.

"So that's the place you get ships out of bottles?" she asked wonderingly.

"Aye,"

"What's the ritual?"

So many questions and Jack would not answer them correctly, especially not the last one.

"The ritual…?" he repeated as if he hadn't heard her clearly, but it gave him time to make up a lie to tell her instead of the truth. "Throw the bottle into the cursed water in Dimalia. If your father hadn't had an interest in cursing waters and vessels we wouldn't have to experience this journey,"

Jack hadn't lied, nor had he told her the veracity. He walked over to her to untie the bonds. After all, she seemed pretty relaxed and not that much tension streamed along her voice.

"You have the map and the bottle. What do you need me for?"

Another lie he had to come up with. "You know the sea better then the other crewmen,"

She gasped by the sudden touch when he fingered on her hands behind her to loose the ropes.

"Why did you tie me anyhow?" she asked even if she was aware of the obvious answer.

"Wasn't in a mood of getting forks and knives thrown into my face,"

She stood up and glanced at the sea outside. The waves were dark, big and didn't look welcoming at all. Lowering the dingy to escape with Eduardo and Antonio was precluded.

"I command you to get us a cabin," she then said and turned around to Jack. His smirk changed into a teasing smile.

"Us? Had no idea we were moving forward that fast, love," he stated and closed the absence with a step. Had the circumstances in her sentence turned out differently, had he apparently commented her way of demanding the captain of the ship. "Sharing a cabin? We haven't done that in years," he continued with a smirk. She chuckled evilly as she stepped back.

"I was referring to my husband and son,"

Jack's previous smirk turned into a frown. "Your husband…," he repeated.

"My husband," she declared.

"He seems like a drip compared to me,"

"You're just jealous,"

"You wish,"

His last statement caused Angelica to peer again.

"May I ask… why did you obtain a midget?"

"Midget?" Angelica asked and raised an eyebrow. Not exactly the proper word to cover up with child.

"Aye,"

She moved forward a bit playfully. "Can't say I planned on getting one, but it happened. You know I usually don't lie, do you?"

"Aye,"

The silence took place for a moment before Jack broke it. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Obviously nothing, until you'll realize. But you will get us a cabin, yes?"

"And why would I approve?"

"If you want me to cooperate, or I can make this journey to a hell," she suggested, though in a convincing flirting way.

"Dearest Angelica, you do know I am able to order a crewman to get rid of one of them each time you disobey? If I'm not wrong disobeying twice is enough for you," he informed her and walked around her in a circle, made a stop behind her.

"You are a cruel man," she sputtered.

"Thank you,"

She started to walk towards the door when she swirled around. "If my husband, my son and I won't get a cabin; neither will I tell you the avoiding territories,"

"So you do have travelled there before?"

"Never said I hadn't,"

After considering the suggestion for a moment he obeyed. "Deal,"

She did a quick nod before she turned around, but only to swirl back on her heel once again. "I almost forgot,"

Jack leaned forward to the Latina who walked back to him. Would she kiss him after all these years of absence? Not that he would mind.

The smacking sound was even louder then the screams were when he found out the vessel were out of rum. The red palm mark would fore sure be seen on his cheek for weeks.

The last thing they left burning was the pier, not letting any other ship set anchor in the harbour to help the needing town. The flames reaching highly over the houses and the smoke could be seen from the tiny islands around.

Barbossa threw the map on the table harshly. "WHERE IS SHE?"

Gunter and Andrew stood with their backs against the window as they watched their furious captain curse over their failed searches for the Latina.

When Barbossa had calmed down he looked up from the map and moved his gaze to his quarter master.

"Neither was she in San Lugar. We must find her before Jack Sparrow,"

London

The winter did still eagerly kill the population, one by one. Fortunately for the wealthy people and middleclass there were houses. The reason? They had more money to build a stronger house with a fireplace inside where they could heat the apartment or house. While the poorest Londoners were out there, begging for money from passing people.

From a window of a palace, John Ludwig XI was watching the carriages arrive out in the courtyard to the celebration of him capturing more then 200 pirates last year. The matter of factly, he would set off when it was sunrise with his crew to sail around the seven seas and capture the as many as they would meet.

"King John Ludwig XI, may I present Captain Watson. He knows the sea as a pirate himself," a voice said behind John Ludwig XI, who turned around to see the new captain of his ship.

They had been sailing for weeks down along the cost of Africa and when the name of it was mentioned, Antonio had gathered his courage to ask the pirate about the country but it had always ended in the same way. Either had his father showed him his disapproval or the other way when Antonio never dared ask. His mother had cursed about the pirate so many times during the trip, he had picked up a few of them. His father had been angry through the weeks and the fights between his parents bothered him deeply. As soon as the door had closed to their cabin a war burst out. Since Eduardo, the father and was a man, had apparently all right to give his mother an earful but never the opposite. He hated being tossed between them. The love he had for his mother, but the strict father he had did not approve him choosing her in front of his own father.

After gathering some dignity for a while, he dared walking up to the helm where the captain was standing. He had his hands on the helm and looked far over the sea. He picked up his compass now and then to see they sailed along the course.

"Captain?" Antonio asked carefully and walked slowly closer to the frowning captain. He looked down at the midget with raised eyebrows.

"Antonio," he greeted.

"I just wondered… if you wanted to tell me some stories about Africa? You know about the country, don't you?"

Jack glanced at the dwarf once again before he sighed. The pleading expression Antonio had was made for persuading others.

"I was there. With your mother," Jack began.

"My mother? You know her?"

"Aye. It was a long time ago, before you lived. We walked along the shore after we escaped a governor we had angered. He had a farm with lions and it just happened to be placed next to his canons. We we're just about to see if they worked as regular canons we have on ships. Had no idea they would work. Still don't get it. The cannonballs destroyed the fence and in some way, we had set free all of the lions,"

Jack glanced again at the child who had sat down on the wooden boards on the floor. He listened interested and anxiously to the story that was being told.

"We walked along the shore and thought about what we had experienced. Lions, elephants, ostriches… the list was long. After hours of walking we decided to stay on the beach when I saw a big fish,"

"A big fish?"

"Aye, a big fish, a shark,"

"A shark!"

"Aye,"

"And what happened next?" Antonio asked when Jack didn't continue.

"I saved myself from the hungry beast,"

"And what happened afterwards?"

Jack chuckled and looked down again at the miniature. "Angelica approached me after running away to survive from the fish - and we fought,"

"You fought?"

Jack sighed of the annoying repeating. "Aye, we fought,"

"What happened after you fought?"

The slight smile that appeared on his face could be seen from the other side of the world. "You're too young to know,"

The wind helped the vessel towards its destination. Though it wasn't the best built ship on the seven seas, the crew had started loving it as if it was one of those coveted ships. But the particular ship that was highest on the list still persuaded Jack and Gibbs to continue the journey. They had been searching for years after answers and when they eventually knew the principal, there was no chance they would give it up. It was almost the feeling of giving up on the finish line.

As another gust blew the ship further it grasped Angelica's hair with it. It blew widely in front of her face to directly change direction and caress her cheeks. After boarding the ship weeks ago, a crewman had entered her cabin her family received with a new attire to wear. To walk around on a pirate ship with a white dress wasn't proper when dirt was found everywhere. She still wore a tight corset though, outside the white, loose blouse. And the expensive shoes Eduardo had bought her for their anniversary where now somewhere in the sea when they had been replaced by the pirate boots.

"Master Gibbs?" she asked and turned around to the friend of Jack. He nodded and waited for her to go on. "What will be served for dinner? Eduardo has been complaining a lot about the small amount of meat,"

Gibbs held his arms out as to show there was nothing he could do. "We will stop at an island soon. The only thing I can offer as meat is the poisonous snakes that followed with the ship,"

He had said the phrase in a joking, none serious way but Angelica's eyes widened. "That'll do,"

"Snakes?" he repeated, asking both himself and the lady if she hadn't referred to another word.

"Snakes, those you have aboard,"

He peered for a moment before he turned around to go head back downstairs on deck. "I'll talk to the chef,"

.:~:.

The wooden barrel, usually filled with rum was shoved next to the helm.

"Rum," Jack mumbled a bit excited as he stabbed a whole in the barrel. He put a cup next to it, under the whole to let the rum pour out of the barrel and fill the bottle. Shockingly he backed though, when a snake escaped the gap and wriggled around on the floor. He raised his eyebrows. Had a snake drunken his rum? He swung his sword to crash the wooden barrel. He wanted rum! Any little drop of rum was worth more then anyone could imagine.

"I saw a snake once at home, but a maid took it away. Haven't seen her since," Antonio informed Jack and stepped back from them, having the knowledge they weren't that kind of friendly animals.

That's when it hit Jack like a ton of bricks. "Their poisonous," he stated.

His eyes widened as he looked down at the broken barrel which apparently had been filled with snakes since hundreds of them were lying on the broken boards, on their way to escape.

.:~:.

"Master Gibbs?" Angelica shouted from a plateau which's railing she hung over. He looked around, searching from where the Latina where. Obviously upstairs didn't occur him until she hit his head with the shoe she threw at him. "Up here,"

"Angelica," he greeted from deck.

"Come up here,"

He bent down, grabbed her shoe and passed the rest of the working crew on his way upstairs.

"Miss Angelica,"

She took the boot from his outstretched hand to put it back on her foot.

"I wonder what occasion you need me for," she stated.

Confused by her accusing comment caused him to frown. "Come again?"

"Jack told me he needed me for telling where the dangerous territories are, but I know he is lying," she said mischievously. "He is up to something,"

"Oh, no. He is not lying," Gibbs declared. She folded her arms and squinted as she watched him.

"And so are you,"

Gibbs eyes widened. He was a rough pirate, but that particular lady was scaring him into the bones. How was it possible for women to see through a man's lies?

"I'm not," he protected his dignity as much as he could by not sulking like little Antonio used to do once in a while.

Realizing she wouldn't get anything out of Gibbs unless she pressed a sword or knife against his throat, and unfortunately the crew had been aware of her anger. For not letting her threatening anyone; they had locked the door into the room full of weapons.

"Dinner will be served soon," he informed her and started to head back to the stairs.

"About the dinner, I except it to see snakes on plates," she told him decidedly.

Gibbs turned around and sighed. "The barrel of snakes is nowhere to be seen, obviously stolen. So I guess another fishmeal is set up,"

"Someone has stolen poisonous snakes? They are dangerous until you boil them for cooking," she frowned while wondering where they might be. "What idiot in the world would do such a stupid thing?"

"SNAKES! SNAKES, SNAKES, SNAKES! Watch out for the SNAKES!"

Angelica and Gibbs turned their heads to the other edge of the ship, the helm, to see a running, panicking man waving with his hands as he jumped around the wiggling creatures.

"Of course, that idiot," she muttered and rolled her eyes annoyed.

Author's note: End of chapter 3. Hopefully you liked it :)