Chapter 7.
(Hi guys, back again with lucky number 7. Thanks so much for the reviews I got for chapter 6, loved reading them so keep those going! I hope you enjoy this new chapter, let me know, and I'll try to update as soon as possible).
A soaring pain was what Jack Sparrow felt. All he heard was the slow, steady beating of his heart, and all he saw was darkness. Where was he? He couldn't identify his surroundigs. Maybe he was dead. Could it be? The infamous captain Jack Sparrow, envied, hated and feared by many, dead? He already knew what people would say about his death. Captain Jack Sparrow died in a hopeless attempt to save a baby girl that might, or might not, have been his daughter.
When he remembered the last noise he heard before diving into darkness, the soft, confused cries of little Sophia, he almost smiled. But immediately after an immense feeling of fear hit him. Sophia! Was she dead? If he was dead, she would be too, he knew it for certain. She couldn't have survived the explosion, and if she did, she would've drowned before Angelica could get to her. The fear that slowly crawled into his head, and his heart, paralized him. That little baby, dressed in a soft pink dress, with big, brown eyes like her mother, and skin as soft as the sky. She didn't do anything wrong. Death wasn't ready for her yet.
Suddenly, it felt as if he was hit by lightning. A shock went through his body, making his hair stand up right. He felt linen under his fingertops, he felt sweat on his chest and on his forehead, he could smell the faint scent of seawater and rum. And then he heard a sound that made him realise he was still alive. Very softly, from afar, he could hear the joyful laughter of an infant, and he knew immediately who that infant was. Jack opened his eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light of candles.
After a long minute, he turned his head to the left, and a smile came across his lips. To his left, in the corner of the room, sat Gibbs, in a rockingchair, holding little Sophia in his arms as she made attempts to grab his beard. Gibbs softly sang to her while he caressed her cheek with his thumb, but when he noticed his captain waking up from a long dream, he quickly stopped and smiled at Jack. ''Oi, cap'n. How ya feelin'?'', he asked. Jack rubbed his forehead. ''I need a visit from my good ol' friend called rum'', he mumbled. Gibbs softly chuckled. ''She's alive'', Jack spoke, sitting up right in his bed. A warm, fuzzy kind of feeling took over. The bearded pirate nodded. ''And jolly as ever''. Sophia, as if she heard they were talking about her, smiled widely and put het tiny fists high up in the air. By seeing this, this baby girl, unharmed and happy in a pirates' old arms, could only make Jack feel incredibly happy. She was alive, tugging at Gibss' clothes and grabbing his beard. That tiny little girl made Jack Sparrow feel some kind of way. He couldn't decide what the feeling was, but his body felt weak and he couldn't stop smiling.
''Hand her over, ya ollie'', Jack said. Gibbs looked up at his captain, slightly surprised. He didn't expect him to want to hold this baby. Jack wasn't good with children, he never was, the thought of having children used to frighten him more than the thought of having to face Davy Jones. Jack couldn't believe it either, but his instinct told him to hold her, and he wanted to. So, Gibbs stood up, walked over to Jack, and carefully placed the little baby girl in his tattoed arms. Jack supported her with one arm, and softly rocked her as he touched her little nose and her cheeks. She had Angelica's eyes. Big, brown, mysterious. Sophia's eyes widened when Jack touched her nose, and for a second, she just layed there, still and curious. But when she accepted the weird looking man that held her, she grabbed Jack's finger, and she refused to let go. ''She's beautiful, ain't she?'', Jack softly spoke. Gibbs was confused, he looked up at his captain as if he had just told him to go catch a dolphin. Jack and a child was a never seen before sight. Rare. Strange, almost. ''Y-yea, she's a doll'', he answered when Jack looked up to him. The captain smiled and turned his gaze back to little Sophia, who looked up at the strange pirate with curious eyes.
''Where's Angelica?'', Jack asked after a while. The blood drained from Gibbs's face. He knew where Angelica was. He just didn't think of it to be smart to answer. How could he tell his captain what happened? When Jack received no answer, he looked up at Gibbs and raised his eyebrows. ''Well? Cat's got ya tongue?''. The bearded pirate, who now felt highly uncomfortable, opened his mouth to answer, but didn't know what to say, and so he closed it again. ''Gibbs, mate, you look like ye've seen a ghost'', Jack chuckled. Well, not exactly, but Gibbs wasn't as afraid of a ghost as he was of Jack, right now. He knew Jack was an unpredictable man, certainly when it came to the people he loved.
Jack slowly started to realize that something was wrong. Something was off, not right. Gibbs just stood there, frozen like a statue, pale and sweating. The fear that Jack had felt just a few minutes ago, carefully crept back into his heart. Sophia was okay. She was unharmed and alive. But where in the hell was Angelica? ''Gibbs'', Jack demanded. ''Where is she? Where's Angelica?''. Sophia cried out softly when she heard her mothers name. ''She- she's downstairs, but cap'n, I don't think it to be smart to go'', Gibbs said.
As soon as Jack stood up and handed Sophia over to him, he knew he made a mistake. ''Cap'n! Jack! She's-'', he started, but he was too late. Jack grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his arms, but didn't bother to close it. He stepped out off his cabin and was immediately greeted by a dark sky and a moon. He'd slept the entire day. Without holding back, he walked downstairs, but he came to an immediate halt when he heard screaming. The screaming that he heard made his blood freeze. Goosebumps crawled over his back and covered his arms.
With fast, determined pases, he walked towards the chamber where the horrific screaming was originated. When he pulled open the door and walked in, the first thing he saw was Pintel, standing over Angelica's body, cutting into her flesh as blood poured onto the bedsheets. ''PINTEL!'', Jack growled. The pirate immediately turned around and tried to say something, explain his actions, but Jack wasn't in a mood to listen. He grabbed Pintel's collar and pushed him aside. Cotton, the tongueless pirate who he'd added to his crew just two years back, stepped in. He bravely stood in front of Jack and blocked the captain's view from Angelica, but he too was thrown against the wall, out of Jack's way.
When Jack saw Angelica, laying on her back, her bedsheets covered in her blood, all of his energy drifted away. ''Cap'n!'', Gibbs yelled as he came running in, but he was too late. Jack had already seen the damage. Angelica was alive, surely, still breathing, but definately not okay. Her face was drained from all colour, pale as the moon. She looked at Jack, but it seemed as if she didn't see a thing. Her lips were dry and chappy, her forehead was covered in sweat, her hair stuck to her face, and from her bellybutton up, she was completely undressed. A big, gaping wound in her torso was exposed for everyone to see.
''What has he done to her?'', Jack asked softly. There was silence. No one dared to answer him. ''WHAT HAS HE DONE?!'', Jack screamed out, his voice filled with rage. He turned around and Gibbs immediately recognized the hatred in his captain's eyes. Jack was as sweet as pie to most people, and he was actually very kind, but when he had reaston to, he could be the worst person someone would ever meet. The old pirate signed Pintel and Cotton to leave, which they immediately did. Neither of them wanted to stay in that little room with a furious Jack Sparrow. ''Gibbs, what did that filthy seadog do to her?'', Jack asked once more, clenching his fists together.
Gibbs sighed and walked out of the chamber, quickly followed by Jack. ''When the floatie exploded she went mad, cap'n. She elbowed me and attacked Barbossa. And ya know what, she almost had him, almost stabbed him in the troath, but his men- argh. One of his men grabbed her, threw her to the ground, you see, and then Barbossa.. well.. his sword, it went right through her, Jack''. Jack felt fire burning in his veins. The rage he felt for Barbossa already, had doubled. The need to shoot someone, kill someone was incredibly big, Jack Sparrow was murderous. ''Why ain't she stiched up, then?'', Jack growled. ''Blade of his sword was covered in poison, cap'n. Snake poison. Takes a few hours to work, incredibly painful, they say''.
''And where were the crew when this happened, aye?'', Jack asked. His crew should've stopped him. Shot him dead or at least distracted him so Angelica could end that miserable dogs life. ''Saving you and the little girl, cap'n'', Gibbs answered apologetic. Jack knew, deep down inside, that he couldn't blame his crew for what Barbossa had done to Angelica, but his anger was bigger than his sensibility. ''How long she got?''. Gibbs took a deep breath. ''Maybe ten hours, if she's lucky. Slow poison it is''. Jack clenched his teeth together tightly and took a very deep breath. First, Barbossa tried to blow an innocent baby girl to shreds, then, he stabs her mother with a poisoned blade. ''Solve this. No matter where you got to go, what you got to do, look som'n up in your little bookies and solve it'', Jack said. It wasn't a question, Gibbs knew that as well as Jack did. It had to be done. Angelica had to live. But with ten hours of her life left, is she was lucky, where could they go? Was there even something to be done?
Jack didn't wait for a response. He turned around and walked back into Angelica's chamber, where she still layed, looking at the ceiling, her nails digged deep into her pillow. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and pain, both things that she desperately tried to hide from Jack. Jack slowly walked up to her bed and fell to his knees, right next to her. Angelica slowly turned her head towards him and smiled a weak, hopeless smile.
''It is okay, Jack'', she whispered. ''Just, I just want you to take care of her for me, okay?''. Jack looked at her, somewhat confused. He couldn't lose her. He didn't want to lose her. Although Angelica and he went a long way back and shared some hatred towards each other, deep down, they longed for eachother. ''You'll be allright, love, don't you worry''', Jack answered as he softly touched her cheek. It felt burning hot. Fever. ''Not this time, Jack''. He couldn't help it, and he couldn't control it, but when he saw the look in her eyes, and he heard the words coming out of her mouth, he knew that she knew she was dying. She knew. And she had accepted it. But he couldn't. He didn't want to. Jack didn't want her to die and he prayed to a God that he didn't believe in, that he would save her. Maybe that was useless. But it was worth trying.
''Please take care of her, Jack, take care of Sophia. Promise me'', she whispered. As she slowly raised her hand and carresed Jack's bottom lip with her thumb, tears filled her eyes and troubled her sight. ''Por favor''. Because of her own tears, she couldn't see that Jack's eyes had filled up with his own. His anger dissapeared and was replaced by an immense fear and sadness. ''Listen to me, dearie. You're gonna live a long, long life, ya hear me? You and I, we're gonna watch that little girl grow up together, aye? And you going to die an old, wrinkly woman. Not now. Not yet'', he spoke in a soft, somewhat demanding voice. Angelica smiled once again, but didn't answer. Instead, she weakly grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her. Jack knew she was too weak to actually move him, so he stood up from the floor and lied down next to her on the bed. He couldn't care for the blood. Angelica held a big piece of cotton pressed to her wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. But the truth was, that the snake poison would stop the bleeding. She couldn't actually bleed to death. She could only wait for a very slow, painful death to be over. As Jack lied down next to her, she turned her face upwards and slowly started whispering.
''Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo.
Santificado sea tu nombre.
Venga tu reino.
Hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo.
Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día.
Perdona nuestras ofensas, como también nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden.
No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal.
Amén''.
When she finished her prayer, she started again, but after two times, Jack couldn't hear it anymore. ''Stop'', he said to her. He didn't want to hear her pray. She wasn't going to die. She wasn't. Please don't let her die, he begged in his mind. ''Stop it, Angelica, you're not going to die!'', he said again. She ignored him, she closed her eyes and kept on praying to God, asking him to forgive her sins and to guide her to heaven. Jack wanted her to stop, because he refused to believe that she was dying. She wasn't. ''Angelica, stop it!'', he said again, slightly irritated. Once again, she kept on praying.
Jack turned his face towards her and almost started to cry. She didn't hear him. And she was dying. She could die any second, right here, next to him, and no matter what he'd do, he couldn't save her. He felt powerless, angry, and lost. Like he was wandering around the world alone, blind, in complete darkness. He didn't have to say anything, because his actions spoke for him.
Jack grabbed her face, turned it towards him, and without hesitating, he pressed his lips against hers. For one second, both of them were surprised by the other, but then, their fear, their sadness and their surprise dissapeared and changed into an incredibly feeling of need, a craving for lust. Angelica found a little bit of energy, and used it to its fullest. She grabbed Jack's face, accidentally scratched his cheek with her nails, grabbing his hair to stop him from moving away from her. Jack didn't feel a thing other than her lips on his, and her hands on his body. He pulled her closer against him and he felt Angelica's body flinch in pain, but she repayed him by biting his bottom lip.
Their kiss wasn't sweet, it wasn't careful or soft. It was filled with a passion they had surpressed for years. Angelica repeatedly scratched Jack's nek and bit his lip, while he grabbed her hair and pulled her body closer to his. Their teeth clashed, their tongues played with eachother. Their hearts were set ablaze by desire, love and lust. A wicked game, pirates say, that love is not a game to play, but many try their luck. And as Jack ripped Angelica's shirt off her body and threw it aside, that was exactly what they did. They tried their luck in the wicked game of love.
Angelica didn't anwer to the soaring pain she felt. She gave in to what she wanted most, Jack. As Jack grabbed her breasts, Angelica tore apart his shirt and ran her nails across his back, leaving scratches on his skin. Within seconds, their naked bodies were entwined. Jack held her face and supported his weight on his elbows as he pushed himself into her, again and again, every movement stronger than the one before. Angelica's moaning filled his heart with pleasure. It motivated him. His surpressed love, his lust, his anger and his pain were all set free when the Spanish beauty underneath him bit her lip and dug her nails into his back. She had forgotten about her pain and refused to think about her death. She had nothing more to lose. Their bodies moved together like waves roll ashore, some waves stronger and faster than others, but ever beautiful. As they made love, the chamber was filled by Angelica's moaning and Jack's panting, but neither of them would stop. In a way, they were still fighting. They moved in violent ways, almost trying to outdo eachother. When Jack looked down, Angelica was looking at him, and as she bit her lip, she smiled, and both of them forget their worries. For a second, there was no poison, no Barbossa, no death, there was just them, making passionate love to eachother. When their bodies came to a point of ecstasy, Angelica pulled his face closer and kissed him, and as her body shook heavily in pure gratification, she screamed, Jack moaned, both of them moving faster and faster until their bodies gave in and fire spread through their veins.
*Por favor: please
