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The azure seas and blinding white sands of the tiny forsaken island had Angelica seething with fury. All she could think about was the treacherous man she had once given her heart to. Captain Jack Sparrow. She had heaped thousands of curses upon his name and hated him for killing her father, even if he were evil, and then for marooning her on this tiny speck of an island with nothing more than a smirk on his face. And to top it all off she had wasted her one bullet on him. And she had confessed her feelings. She consoled herself by saying that he probably hadn't believed her, since she had given him a string of lies, including that she was with his child. For a moment, she imagined a small boy with his cheekbones and devious melting dark eyes and...

She angrily interrupted her ridiculous thoughts. Obviously the heat of the sun was affecting her. It had been three days since jack had left her there. She had neither water nor food. Her beautiful bronzed skin was burnt and she kept fading in and out of consciousness. The waves, crystal clear except for the fierce white foam tips crashed noisily on the bright sands causing her headache to increase. Within hours, the blinding sun was too much, and Angelica felt her world fade to black.

Jack was utterly drunk. He was surrounded by the noise and the chaos of a pub in Tortuga, but there seemed to be a strange silence in his head. Usually he loved being swept up by the noise and banging because it let him forget. He looked down at his bottle of rum. Empty. Why was the rum always gone? He was sitting alone for once in his life. Gibbs was telling the other rogues to leave the captain by himself. Jack almost laughed when he thought of himself "thinking". He needed to get back on the free ocean. Too bad the Pearl was stuck in a glass bottle.

"Gibbs!" he shouted loudly, slurring.

Gibbs came running over. He saw the state Jack was in. There was only one thing to do.

"Don' worry Cap'n, the rum is coming!"' Gibbs said with a large smile. Jack would soon forget about his lady friend and be set upon the road to finding and commanding the Pearl.

Angelica woke up in a shock. The tide had risen and water was all around her. She realized it was the salt water on her face that had revived her. It was about late afternoon she mused. Her mouth felt like sand and she mentally cursed Jack in her head. She thought he might have saved her instead of Blackbeard at the Fountain of Youth because he loved her. Now she realized it was probably because she was the weaker one and less likely to be a threat to him. And his promise of never-ending love was nothing. He had rowed away like the dirty sea dog he would always be. Angelica began to lose hope. How could she possibly be saved? The sun was actually blinding her, the dark spots fizzing her vision. Just as she was about to pass out again, she saw something floating in the white foam of the wave crest. She mustered all her strength and walked towards it. She bent down, feeling the cool water on her blistered hand. She grasped the object in her hand, a wicked grin forming on her beautiful yet sun burnt face.

"Captain Jack Sparrow" she laughed menacingly.

"Oi Gibbs, I think the best course of action is to stay overnight at this rum filled tavern don't you?" 'Jack slurred. Gibbs sighed in agreement. No sooner than he had gone to book them separate rooms at the inn upstairs, a buxom woman with curly red hair and a vivid red velvet dress had thrown herself at Jack. She had heard her friends speak of him and whether the rumors were true or not, she'd rather be in his bed than one of the other frightful pirates who smelt like dead fish and sweat.

"'Ello Captian" she pouted, putting her vivid red lips on his.

"Luv you're burning my eyes with that red dress. What's say you and I go upstairs an' take all tha' velvet off eh?" he said, his mind numb with rum and images of Angelicas scowl. It was a good thing this wench looked nothing like her with her flaming red hair.

He followed her upstairs into a small dingy room with leaking ceilings and broken windows. It would do, besides, jack could smell and hear the ocean outside beneath the starry night.

Things began to heat up with the fiery wench who seemed all too eager. Jack gave in to the pleasure. The woman, whose name jack thought might have been Adele, was enjoying herself too.

"Oh Jack"'she purred , moving herself closer toward him.

Jack then gave a sudden cry of pain and writhed on the bed.

"jack! What's wrong?" she asked immediately.

"I-it's not you luv, I must've imagined it bu' I could ov' sworn there was a knife-" he was cut off by another groan. It felt like someone was cutting into his flesh. He ripped his top open and saw a deep scar running along his chest.

"Jack what is going on?" Adele was now placing her velvet gown back on, hastily getting away.

"never mind luv" he said breezily, but his large melting brown eyes seemed to have widened.

She almost changed her mind and began to undress when Jack began violently coughing and sputtering. His face was going purple.

"Can't breathe" he managed to choke out. "not good" he gasped. Adele slammed the door shut with a bang as she left what she perceived to be a lunatic form of Jack Sparrow.

Angelica was propped up against the palm tree. She was dying of thirst but she knew Jack would return now. He had to seeing as she was currently running a dagger down his little doll back. She had placed it underwater, hoping Jack would drown. He had to come now. She kept a weather eye out for any form of Jack. She could not shake off the anticipation. And that's when she saw it. A great big wooden ship, polished and heading toward her. She had made a signal fire for this purpose. She mustered all her strength and raised her tanned long arms abover her head, jumping up and down. She was going to be rescued, and she would have her revenge.

The ship was marvellous, black, impressive and looking as if it had sailed to the end of the world and back, seared by fires of Hell and forever sailing into a horizon. Queen Annes Revenge. Angelica was not going to complain, though murderous thoughts crossed her mind. The one legged man commanded the ship. Her fathers murderer. And she completely needed him.

The ship anchored a fair distance away from the island, calmly floating on the dazzling blue seas. Angelica could make out a tiny rowboat coming ashore.

On to the sand stepped the one legged man. His footprints were an odd sight. One tiny circle and a large boot print went side by side on the wet sand until they reached Angelica, in all her burnt, matted hair and dirty clothed glory.

"Miss Teach, it makes me laugh to think that you thought you would have fared better than all the other distressed females Jack has crossed. " he growled out, his leathery and wrinkled skin capturing her attention.

"I will have my revenge on Sparrow, but first it is passage on your ship to the foul island of Tortuga that I be needing" Angelica interrupted, quickly getting to the point.

"And what have you to barter in return" Barbossa leered at her.

Angelica thought of handing over the small voodoo doll. However since her revenge was linked to the doll, she handed over a bottle with none other than a miniature ship of the Black Pearl inside.

"The Pearl?"'Barbossa's eyes widened "I thought Sparrow was in possession of it" he questioned suspiciously.

"Aye but he has the fake. My father,whose death I partly attribute to you and partly to the vile Jack Sparrow entrusted me with the true copies of the important ships of his collection. Jack may try whatever he fancies on the fake copy of the Bottle Pearl but naught will succeed in restoring his precious ship to these waters" Angelica finished triumphantly with a mischievous and almost maniacal glint in her cavernous dark eyes.

Barbossa returned the glint in his piercing yet watery blue eyes. He could have the Pearl. And Jack would be stuck trying to free his Pearl from a fake bottle. And acquiring the Spanish wench on board as they sailed to Tortuga did not seem like too large a misfortune.

"welcome aboard Miss Teach," Barbossa growled, extending a wrinkled and sea dried hand to grasp the bottle. Angelica carefully placed it into his hands and climbed aboard her late fathers ship.

"where are my quarters Captain?" Angelica demanded.

Barbossa,now being surrounded by very curious and excited pirates to have so beautiful a woman on their ship looked sneeringly on at her insolence.

"Tell me, Angelica, are you of a rank of any importance? A First mate perhaps?" he leered closer to her. She remained silent, a look of disgust crossing her features.

Barbossa, now entertaining a larger crowd, wandered around her in a circle, leering wider than before.

"Of course not Angelica, the reason being we be pirates! Not some fancy prancy kings men! We have no ranks! Welcome to a pirate ship Angelica. You sleep with the others!" he shouted amid raucous laughter from the overly excited men.

Angelica rolled her eyes and pursed her full lips. She looked on Barbossa in disdain, waiting for a better offer.

"Or, ye could share a bed with me, the Cap'n of this fine ship" Barbossa concluded hungrily. Angelica felt revulsion as she agreed to his latter terms. It would not be the first time she shared a bed with a Captain.