I wrote this one kind of faster than the others...but it's relatively shorter...I'm gonna start to try and make the chapters longer...Hehe...! Please Review...!


Angelica POV

"Jack," I exclaimed, "Jack, I want to go with you, to the sea." He looked back at me, "What? Love, I thought you said you never wanted to go to sea, am I mistaken?" What's wrong with him today? "I did say that, but I want to know what it's like out there. I don't want to be stuck here anymore."

For a while we just stood there in silence. 'Why won't you take me?' was the only thought that kept running through my mind. I could no longer return to the convent, since now they know of when I went out with Jack. "Why," was the only word that came out, "why? I have nowhere left to go, and I want to know what it's like to sail, to be free."

"And how, love, did you come upon this decision?" I didn't know how to respond; these past few months he's been teaching me sword fighting, deception, everything that I asked him to.

"Everything that you've been teaching me, it's made me want to see the open waters. I want to taste freedom," I could see that no matter what I said, he wasn't convinced, "but only with you, Jack."


My eyes flew open. Why was I remembering this? I couldn't forgive him; no, I shouldn't forgive him. I just can't, he killed my father, and he had left me years before that.

Looking down at the water below me, my eyes wandered to the ring he had given me during that time, 'ese hijo de puta'.

But I was still wondering, somewhere in my mind, why he wouldn't let me go with him the first time. 'Te odio'.

Jack Sparrow had once again plagued my thoughts.


Jack POV

"Jack," Gibbs started to speak, "all of your plans are going nowhere. If you ever want the Pearl to be out of that bottle, you have to go to her. I'm sure that she'll eventually stop attacking you, that is, if she can." That brought up my 'suspicions'.

"What do you mean, if she can?" I asked, trying to walk away.

"You and I both know that you have feeling for h-" I quickly stopped him, "I do not! They were mere 'stirrings,' and even so they have long been away from me, savvy."

"C'mon, Jack, how much can she hate you?" What's he leading on to?

"She is a women scorned, what which fury hell hath no!" He just looked at me, puzzled.