AN: Lookie lookie, I've done a super fast update; I felt that coz I kept you all waiting for so long for Chapter 4, I'd have to give you a Chapter 5 straight away. I'd like to thank 88dragon06, FuryPossessed, xJill Lovett & ShesASuperFreak317 for their reviews & all those who favourited and story alerted me fic recently, their very much appreciated. It's nice to still see people following!

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Chapter 5

Nearly a year later.

Months and months had passed by since the last time Evangeline had seen her father; it was nearing her twelfth birthday and Kidd had still not returned from his voyage. For some reason or another, he and Teague had taken their ships to London, probably to get information on some sort of treasure; what exactly, Evie didn't quite know. All that she knew was that it had been far too long since she'd seen her beloved father and was beginning to worry. Was his voyage naturally taking all this time or had something gone wrong? She tried not to think about it for the majority of her time, knowing how it would upset her to think too much into the situation. Instead she threw herself into practicing her sword fighting skills. Ever since her father's departure, she had been practicing more than ever. She didn't want to be a slacker; she wanted her father to be proud of her, to know that she hadn't stopped trying.

"Evie? Evangeline!" her mother called, her voice travelling up the staircase to the practice room.

"What is it mum?" Evie asked, walking to the banister and leaning over to look at her.

"I just heard word, Captain Teague's ship is back!" To say that Evie was shocked was a definite understatement.

"What about da's ship?"

"They didn't say, but I'm assuming it's there. Come along, we don't want to keep him waiting." And with that, her mother hurried off without her, not wanting to wait any longer to be reunited with her husband.

Evangeline couldn't believe it; after all this time her father was home, where he truly belonged. She couldn't wait to be in his arms again, receiving that warm embrace that always made her feel better and safe. She wanted to hear everything about his trip to London, what danger's he faced and why it took so long to come home. Excitement bubbled in her stomach and without further delay ran downstairs and out the door. She sprinted down the staircases of ships which made up the cove as fast as she could. When she finally made it to the bottom without falling down and breaking an arm or leg, she heard a wail of pure agony in the distance. She couldn't quite make out what it was so simply figured it was a wounded animal and quickly put it to the back of her mind. She carried on running until she reached the dock and halted at the sight that greeted her; a circle of people crowed the small area, and in the middle was her mother but not jumping with joy as she should be. She was knelt on the floor and in the arms of Madeline Sparrow as she cried hysterically. Teague stood at the side looking incredibly sorry, and for some reason, down heartened.

"Mum, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Everyone turned towards her, except her mother who was still in fits of tears; the sympathy in everyone's eyes put her slightly on edge. She then looked around and noticed her father was nowhere to be spotted and his ship was not docked. "Captain Teague, where's me da'? Is he not comin' home yet? Tell me he'll be home soon?" Her mother's cries got louder; she could now understand what the wail was on her way to the dock, but why? Teague sighed and stepped closer to her, bending down to her height.

"Evangeline...yer father...he's not going...to be coming back." He looked to the ground as Evie's eyes filled with confusion.

"What? I don't understand, why is he not coming back? Does he not love us anymore? Is that why mum is so upset?"

"No Evangeline, ye mustn't think tha'. Ye da' loved ye and yer ma very much. Look, he even gave me this te give te ye." He unstrapped a thin looking object from his belt and held it across the palm of his one hand, taking off the cover with the other. It was revealed to be a small silver sword, which shimmered in the sunlight. The handle was made out of pure gold and three rubies were dotted on the edge. On the very top, in small silver text, was the name 'Angel' engraved into it. He passed it to Evie who took it very delicately, as if she were afraid it would break at any minute. She admired it for a moment before turning her attention back to Teague.

"Then why isn' he 'ere to give it te me?" she asked, her eyes starting to brim with tears.

"He...he was killed Evangeline...killed in London." A new wave hysterics washed over Lucinda as the sound of the new sword fell to the ground with a clatter. Evie started to shake her head, hoping she had heard Teague wrong.

"No, no he can' have been. Ye're lyin'! Why are ye lyin' to me?" she screamed

"I wish I were Evangeline," Teague carried on, his voice surprisingly still calm and collected, although his face showed pain for losing his dear friend and what Kidd's family must be feeling right now. In the background, Jack didn't know what to think at the scene in front of him, but forced a small smirk on his face at the shear heartbreak Evie was going through, even though for some reason his brain was telling him it was wrong. "But I'm not. We lost him, along with most of his crew, and his ship was sunk to the bottom of Davy Jones' Locker."

Her cries were unbearable to listen to, it just couldn't be right. To her, her father was invincible; he was the strongest person she knew, he couldn't be dead. It must have been some cruel joke that everyone was a part of; but nobody seemed to be laughing and her mother would never fake such a thing. The world started to spin, she couldn't take this anymore. Everyone's stares were making her feel claustrophobic and the vibrations of her mother's cries were bouncing off her ear drums, feeling like shards of glass tearing through her skin. Or were they her own cries? She couldn't tell anymore. She had to get away from there, away from everything. Teague made a move to embrace her, but she wouldn't allow it. She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, not stopping until the world ended; although to her, it had already.

Jack was asked a while later to go in search for her, to make sure she hadn't done anything rash; not that anyone thought she would, but she was young and naive, anything was possible. Her mother was already taken back to the living quarters by Teague, Madeline and a few others as she was incapable of moving on her own in her current condition. It was then left as Jack's duty to go find Evie and bring her back, although it also gave him a chance to gloat. But why did his mind keep protesting against this idea? Because it was intolerably cruel to make fun of someone who had just lost a family member. But he didn't care, he wanted her to suffer. He finally found her sitting on top of the highest cliff on the cove. Her back was to him, her hair flowing behind her in the wind and her sniffs got louder the closer he got.

"Well, well, well," Jack taunted. Evie whipped her head round at the sudden voice disrupting the silence. "Not so tough now are ye Kiddy!"

"Go away Sparrow." She murmured, turning back to face the sea.

"Ahh see, haven' even got the guts te tell me te shut it anymore? Wha', yer ol' man popped his clogs an' ye suddenly haven' got any courage, is tha' wha' it is?" He regretted the words as soon as he said them; he knew he had crossed a very dangerous line. Evangeline stood up and turned around like a whippet, her eyes ablaze with fury. She strode to where he was standing, clenched her fingers into a tight fist, brought it back and thrust it forward with full force into his face. After waiting for a satisfied crack of his nose, a groan and his body to hit the floor with a thud, she once again ran away.

Finding her this time was more of a challenge, but after looking almost everywhere, this was a last resort. He made his way to the top of Shipwreck whilst holding a piece of ripped fabric from his shirt to his broken nose; the bleeding had just about stopped. The top ship was an abandoned one, no one fancying their chances to live at the peak. His final guess had been the correct one as he heard the sound of soft crying when entering the deck. She sat at the front, her legs dangling through a gap where the ship had rotted away and her head buried in the crook of her arms which leant against the wooden ledge. She looked so helpless and lost, not at all the fierce girl he had come to familiarise himself with. He scolded himself mentally for his harsh words to her, pondering how he would react if someone was equally cruel to him in a similar situation; his actions probably would have been the same as hers. The guilt ate away at him until there was no way of stopping his next actions. He quickly made his way over to where she was huddled, took hold of her shoulders until he had pulled her away from the edge, twisted her around and hugged her close to his body. Upon noticing who had locked her in this tight embrace, Evie tried as hard as she could to get out of it.

"Let go of me Sparrow, leave me alone!" She shoved and hit him but still he wouldn't let go. He was shocked without a doubt at what he was doing and couldn't quite explain it, but he didn't let her go all the same. She still tried to struggle away from him until the fight became too much; she collapsed in his arms and continued to cry. His arms became more secure around her frame and he leant his cheek on top of her head.

"I'm sorry." He whispered softly. He then unwound one arm from around her to unfasten an object from his belt and gave it to her. It was the new sword her father had bought her. She looked at it for a second then up at his eyes; she saw no tricks or humour or detest but concern and sadness, much like his father's had been upon telling her the agonising news. She then wrapped her arms around his waist as her body shook from her ongoing sobs. He wound his arm back into its previous position.

"Why did he 'ave te leave me Jack?"

"I don' Evie, I jus' don' know. But it's not fair!"

Sooooooo, Jack's got a little bit sensitive, & so he should as well the big meanie! But do you think this softy side will last. Hope you all like & please remember to read & review. Everything is welcome: from comments, to ideas, to friendly criticism. Until the next time! :)