"How I can I trust you Jack?" Angelica asked, gripping his hand direcly after her spun her and dipped, memories of their past flooding through her mind. "I need you on my side." she said, anger streaking her voice as different memories came to her.

Jack had came lower as she had spoke so they were now at the same level. "Ah, my dearest Angelica," he said, pushing her to the ground gently. "You and I are thick as thieves, love." he smiled. "Tell me the rules."

Angelica glared at him. "If there's one thing I ever learned from you, it's that trust it not something that I can learn from you," she mumbled. "You won't get the ritual that easily, Jack." she frowned. "I had to work hard to get it from that voodoo woman, give up some important things."

"Oh," Jack pushed down on her harder. "Well then," he grinned. "I have something for you. Proof, you are never far from my thoughts. The first item I ever stole...for someone else." he pulled the ring of his finger, and slid it on her own. He smirked as her eyes widened.

Angelica stared at him in shock. "I had to trade it. To learn the rules of the Fountain." she said.

"And, as for those rules?" Jack asked, still smirking. "I did afterall get back the important thing." he grinned at her.

"Water," she played gently with his small, braided beard. "From the Fountain of Youth.." Angelica pushed him off of her, wrestling him to the ground, completely switching their positions. "The shimmering tear, of a mermiad," she dipped lower just as he had. "The silver challices of Ponce De Leon." she went down farther, her lips almost touching his skin after she ran her hand along his cheek.

Jack grunted lightly in pleasure of their current positions, the Latina always had a way of making him do things such as that.

"With these items," her lips almost touched his skin.

"Yes."

She pulled away. "With these items, you can take all the years of life from another, Jack." she said, standing up, and Jack did the same.

"Aye?"

"You know what that means?" she purred gently. "We cannot go alone," she stated, her voice less seductive towards him. "You and I." her hand brushed his cheek gently. "The ritual requires a victim," her Spanish tongue made her words cut through the air lightly.

"That is unfortunate." he said bluntly.

"Yes it is," Angelica continued running her hand along his cheek. Before she knew it they were going back down again, even though she was forcing him down.

"My desire for the Fountain is greatly lessened." he told her.

"But there is something onboard you do want." she said sweetly, and he looked up at her, suspecting she was referring to the need, but before he got his answer, she climbbed up off of him.

So much for that, he thought bitterly, but followed her as she heded for the direction of Blackbeard's quarters. Uh oh.