Author's Note: Hey guys! I have another chapter for you! This is a pretty long chapter, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I believe it answers some questions you guys may have had. Especially you dionne dance.

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Without further ado, here's chapter seven. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Seven: Rumrunner's Isle—A Past Revealed

She couldn't imagine how she had gotten into that situation. The only thing that could really be heard were the screams of men as they've been shot down, the sounds of cannons being fired at will, the sound of wood cracking due to the force of the blows by cannonballs. Despite how terrified she was at that moment, Evangeline held back the screams she wanted desperately to release. Bullets whizzed past her, causing her to flinch, knowing that eventually her luck would run out and she would take a hit. The only thing keeping her as calm as she could possibly in this situation was the knowledge that she had her brother near her, protecting her to the best of his ability. She also had Gibbs, who she knew was protecting her as a father protects his daughter.

Evangeline was reloading her rifle when the older pirate spoke up, talking to Elizabeth. "We could use a few more ideas, lass!"

"Your turn!" she shouted, pushing a bullet into the firearm with a baton.

Will and Evangeline took another shot at the crew of the Black Pearl, listening to the conversation.

"We need us a devil's dowry," Gibbs said.

"What do you suggest?" Evangeline asked.

The cock of a pistol so close to them drew their attention to Elizabeth's direction. Ana Maria had a pistol to her temple, a hold on her arm. She was clearly fed up with her. "We'll give 'em her!" she exclaimed.

Not if Will had anything to say about that. "She's not what they're after," he told Ana Maria.

Elizabeth, realizing what he was talking about, grabbed for something at her neck. Nothing was there, so she looked to Will with wide eyes and said, "The medallion!"

Medallion? Evangeline wondered. What are they talking about—?

Then it hit her. The legend of the Aztec gold, the curse, everything that Jack had told her the night before was coming back to her. The whole reason Jack had lost his ship and the reason Elizabeth had been taken from Port Royal in the first place was because of the treasure. It was the reason they were in this mess now.

Before Evangeline could ask him any questions, Will ran off in the direction of the hold. Along with Gibbs and Elizabeth, she continued to fight off the enemy pirates as they boarded the Interceptor. As they piled onto the deck and approached their little group, Evangeline stood up and used the last bullet she had just loaded into the firearm, hitting one as they ran towards them. She then used it as a staff and blocked any attacks that came her way. When she was tired of said firearm, she threw it to the side and withdrew her sword, the sword her former shipmates had given her not but four days ago. She fought as hard as she could, using every technique that Gibbs, Porthos, and Rhodes had taught her. Evangeline was eventually faced with a towering pirate, who looked just as strong as he was intimidating. The markings on the dark skin around his eyes didn't help much with the situation.

Evangeline plucked up what courage she could as the brute made his way towards her, cutlass raised. As he brought it down, she raised hers to parry his attack. She tried to attack, but found it hard to do so. He was more experienced than she was, and a lot stronger too. And even though she had been out of the asylum for a month, been brought to what would be considered normal health, she was still weak.

So it was no surprise when she was knocked to the ground, her head being hit against the mast, her world going black. And she could feel rough hands grab her.

xxx

"That's not very nice," Jack stated, holding one of Barbossa's men from causing Elizabeth any damage.

With the sailor being distracted, Elizabeth took the opportunity to elbow him in the jaw, the blow causing him to go over the rail and into the water below. Another on the Black Pearl shot at them, but missed since they ducked out of harm's way.

"Where's the medallion?" Jack asked.

"Wretch!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she attempted to back hand him. Attempted meaning he caught a hold of her hand before she could.

Seeing the piece of cloth wrapped around said hand, Jack said, "Ah, where is dear William?"

Elizabeth looked away from him and in the direction of the hold. "Will," she whispered. With that, she ran off to help him.

Jack quickly looked around at the battle going on. All this for a bloody medallion, he thought. He looked on as he saw his own crew being taken over to the Pearl, and, for some reason beyond him, his eyes searched the deck for long, black hair and deep blue eyes.

Where is she?

It was in that second, when he looked over towards his ship that he saw Bo'sun carrying Evangeline across the broken mast of the Interceptor. "Bugger!" he muttered.

It was also in that moment that he caught the glimpse of something hairy holding onto something shiny. Barbossa's monkey had the medallion.

"Monkey!" he shouted, crawling after the primate. He scattered across the broken mast to grab it, but was disappointed to see that the monkey was faster, and the medallion was now in Barbossa's hand once more.

"Thank ye, Jack," Barbossa said, looking at the younger pirate.

"You're welcome," Jack replied with hidden distain.

"Not you. We named the monkey Jack."

Jack gave him a silent "Ah."

"Gents, our hope is restored!"

Not if I have a say, was Jack's only thought as he was dragged onto the Pearl once more.

xxx

Evangeline's eyes fluttered open. Her head was pounding from the blow she had taken, and when she tried to raise her hand to the slowly growing bump, she found that she couldn't. She had been tied to the mast with the rest of the crew of the Interceptor.

Oh no, she thought. We've been overtaken.

Evangeline looked around to see who had survived. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that she was standing, or rather tied up, next to Gibbs and Elizabeth. But the more she looked around, the more she realized there was one face that was missing.

Where's Will?

Her thoughts were broken when a short and stout half bald pirate, with pistol in hand, shouted, "Any of you so much as thinks 'Parley', I'll 'ave your guts for garters."

As he passed by them, Elizabeth lifted the rope that had them tied to the mast and slipped under, walking up to Barbossa. Evangeline also took the opportunity to escape their confines, but was stopped when she was grabbed by the stout pirate's skinny companion. She struggled to get out of his grip, but stopped when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. There, standing a few feet from her was Jack.

The pirate detaining her didn't seem to notice, because at that moment the Interceptor had exploded into different pieces. And it was then that Evangeline realized where her brother was.

He was still on that ship.

Evangeline began to struggle against the pirate again, trying to get to the man who had just killed her only family. She was still too weak from her head wound, so she wasn't able to get to Barbossa. But Elizabeth did.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" she screeched as she hit her fists against the pirate captain. However, he grabbed a hold of her hair and pushed her away from him enough so that he could see her face.

"Welcome back, Miss," he said. "Ye took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now ye return the favor." With that, Barbossa threw Elizabeth into a throng of pirates, who grabbed at her.

She screamed, and it was that scream that set Evangeline off, causing her to struggle even more. It was a scream she knew all too well, a scream that echoed in her memories. Evangeline became frantic, trying to break free of the pirate's grip. When he tightened his hands around her arms, she struggled more, and began screaming herself.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "Please, let me go!"

Jack watched her from his spot on the deck, growing more worried about the poor girl. Because he knew why she was struggling. He knew why she screamed. He moved to attempt to rip her away from the pirate, who he knew as Ragetti, but he was stopped by the pirate next to him.

Damn you, Koehler, he thought.

Before he could do anything about it, Will had climbed up onto the railing and made his presence known. "Barbossa!" he shouted.

Everyone turned to the newcomer, including the pirates who were trying to grope Elizabeth. Evangeline looked up as soon as Ragetti had loosened his grip, her face stained with tears.

"Will," she barely whispered.

Will jumped from the rail and grabbed a hold of Jack's pistol and cocked it, aiming at Barbossa. "The girls go free."

"What's in yer head, boy?" Barbossa asked, walking up to him.

"They go free."

Challenging him, Barbossa pointed out, "You've only got one shot, and we can't die."

Will took a moment to contemplate that detail. Off to the side, he noticed Jack look at him and say, under his breath, "Don't do anything stupid."

It was then that Will remembered one small detail that could save them all. Well, those that mattered to him. He jumped back onto the rail, still pointing the pistol at the older pirate. "You can't," he said. He pointed the muzzle under his chin. "I can."

Elizabeth struggled against the pirates. Evangeline stood still, shocked at the fact her brother was alive. Jack grimaced and muttered, "Like that."

Barbossa had heard Jack. He looked at him and then at Will. "Who are you?"

Jack interfered. Stepping away from Koehler, he jogged in front his former first mate and said, "No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch."

Evangeline was shocked at what Jack was doing. Is this part of his plan? she wondered. Or is he really trying to keep Will out of trouble?

"My name is William Turner," Will said, contradicting Jack's statement. "My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins."

Jack looked down and walked back over to his spot.

"He's a spittin' image of ol' Bootstrap Bill," Ragetti called out, pointing at Will. "Come back to haunt us!"

Bootstrap Bill? Evangeline wondered. My father…was a pirate?

"On my word, do as I say," Will said. "Or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker!"

"Name yer terms, Mister Turner," Barbossa said.

"Elizabeth and Evangeline go free!"

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Yes, we know that one. Anything else?"

Jack quietly gestured to himself, as if cueing to Will he needed to be let go too. Will ignored him. "And the crew," he said. "The crew are not to be harmed."

Barbossa looked from the tied up crew members and then to Jack, who was still gesturing to Will that he needed to be released as well. Barbossa couldn't help but smirk. Looking back to Will, he said, "Agreed."

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I don't think this is what Will had in mind, was all Evangeline could think. There she stood, hands tied in front, being held against Barbossa as the rest of his crew had their swords drawn and were blocking Elizabeth from the path back towards the ship. So there she stood, holding her gown up just a bit so she wasn't tripping on it as she was walking the plank. In the distance, one could make out a tiny island.

There was a small commotion taking place behind them. Barbossa turned to see what was going on, so Evangeline was able to get a good look at the furious expression gracing her brother's features. "Barbossa, you lying bastard!" he shouted. "You swore they'd go free!"

"Don't darn impugn me honor, boy!" Barbossa said. "I agreed they'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where." He added a cruel laugh to his statement, and Will was gagged once again.

Barbossa, still keeping a firm grip on Evangeline, looked back towards Elizabeth and called out, "Though it seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?"

There was laughter, and a very irate Elizabeth looked on at all of them with distain.

"So I'll be havin' that dress back before you go."

If looks could kill, the look Elizabeth had given the pirate captain could have killed him a thousand times over, if he could die. She quickly shed off the maroon gown, leaving herself in only a shift, and threw it at Barbossa. "It goes with your black heart."

He caught the dress with one hand. "It's still warm," he said, and then threw it towards his men.

Elizabeth walked towards the end of the plank and looked down towards the water. She then looked up and toward Will. She was stalling, and Bo'sun didn't like it.

"Too long!" he exclaimed, and shook the plank with his foot. This caused Elizabeth to fall off and into the water. Every enemy pirate burst into laughter.

Now that there was no one on the plank, it was Evangeline's turn. Barbossa gently shoved her on, with which she took steady steps as she made her way across. She looked over toward Jack's crew, making eye contact with Gibbs. She mouthed a silent "Thank you" to him. He nodded to her, as if he was trying to tell her everything would be fine. He knew she was scared and needed some reassurance.

Barbossa broke their silent conversation. "I'm wonderin' if we shouldn't just keep ye here with us, Miss…?"

Bitterly, Evangeline said, "I don't think I owe you the pleasure of knowing my name fully, sir."

"Well, we know it's Evangeline, to be sure. Such a pretty name for a strumpet."

What fear she did have melted to give way to anger. She turned to fully face Barbossa, her eyes filled with a raging fire. "I am no such thing!"

"Really now? I find that hard to believe with you bein' in the company of Sparrow. Ye realize who he is?"

At this point, Jack's blood was boiling. Was that how Barbossa saw him? No one seemed to notice, but the only thing he could really do at that point was glare at the traitorous pirate. He's has the nerve to call me girl a whore? Wait…me girl?

"I'm well aware of that, Captain Barbossa, but that doesn't make me a whore."

"Well, as I said before, 'tis a shame to lose somethin' so fine," Barbossa said with a smirk.

If Jack wasn't being held back by former crewmates, he would have taught Barbossa a lesson in how to handle a woman. But he didn't have to worry about that. Evangeline walked up to him and punched him square in the jaw with her bound fists. You could hear stifled chuckles coming from those tied to the mast. Even Jack had to fight the urge to laugh.

But this didn't make Barbossa happy. Not one bit. With an angered look, he took a step toward her, arm outstretched to grab her and pull her back onto the ship. Seeing the look on his face, she became terrified once again and backed away from him. She wasn't watching where she was stepping, so it came as a bit of a surprise when she slipped and plummeted down to the water below. She wasn't able to take a deep breath before hit the water, so as soon she broke the surface, she took in a massive amount of water. She shot back up to the surface as fast as she could, coughing up water as she did. When she felt that she could breathe again and didn't cause her pain, she slowly made her way to shore.

It was difficult, to be sure, because her hands were tied. But they were tied in front of her, so it was a little bit easier. Evangeline was only a few yards away from the island Barbossa left them at when she felt something tug at the leg of her trousers. She turned to see what it was, and came face to face with Jack.

"Jack?" she asked.

He didn't answer her. He only grabbed a hold of her hands and cut the rope binding them together with his sword. He threw the rope away from them and then keeping a grip on one of her hands, led her to shore. They had joined Elizabeth on the beach, and looked back out to sea. They could make out the Black Pearl sailing away, stranding them on that tiny island.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away in my ship," Jack said.

Elizabeth walked away from them, most likely to take a walk around the island and dry off, while Jack and Evangeline walked further away from the waves crashing on the beach. As soon as she was, Evangeline sat down and drew her knees to her chest. She looked out towards the waves as they crashed onto the shore, watched as the seagulls flew by. She couldn't help but think about what had happened throughout the day, the way she felt. Memories of the asylum and the night Starky "marooned" her within swimming distance of Tortuga flooded her mind. They were the last things she wanted to think about, but the way she had been treated didn't help any.

Evangeline was thrown from her train of thought when she heard something metal hit the sand next to her. She looked up just in time to watch Jack head for the forest behind them, stripping himself to just his shirt and trousers. She looked away before he could catch her watching, and just took to looking at the effects he had dropped next to her. When she thought he had gone into the forest, she took the liberty of gathering his things and putting them next to his effects. That's when she noticed the hole in his vest.

Did he even notice? she wondered.

Evangeline carefully put her hand in the pocket of her vest and, surprisingly enough, found her needle and some thread. She didn't know if it would still be there, considering all of the strenuous activities she had been doing. So, she sat down in the sand and began to mend the vest. She had put all her concentration into the vest that she didn't notice when Jack had returned with three tree limbs.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

Without looking at him, she said, "What's it look like? I'm fixing the hole in your vest."

"Oh. Never even noticed." Jack walked up next to her and shoved the sticks into the sand. He then set about putting his boots upside down on two of them, and hanging his other items on the third. He then sat down and began to pull his pistol apart.

Finished with the mending, Evangeline handed him his vest. "Here you go."

Jack took it from her, his fingers barely brushing against hers. "Thank you," he said.

She gave him a small smile. "You're welcome."

Evangeline watched him as he cleaned his pistol and salvaged the one bullet he had. She was rather curious about it, but never asked him about it, figuring he wanted to concentrate. The silence went on for about twenty minutes before Jack broke the silence.

"You're awfully quiet, love," he said.

"I figured you would want some quiet considering you concentrating on something at the moment."

He paused in his actions for a moment to look at her, giving her a slight smirk. "I don't mind conversation."

Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask him now, huh? she thought.

"Why are you saving that one shot? Why not just use a new one?"

At first, Jack's brow furrowed in confusion. Doesn't she know? he wondered. But realizing that she was generally curious, and confused, he said, "When a pirate is marooned on an island, he is given a pistol with a single shot, savvy?"

Evangeline nodded in understanding. "So that he can use it as an escape, so to speak."

"You catch on quick, love."

"I suppose so."

"And I'm saving it for the opportune moment."

"And it hasn't come up yet?"

"On the nose once again," Jack said.

Evangeline nodded. She didn't say anything more, and neither did he. They sat there for a moment before the silence became unbearable for either of them. Only this time, Evangeline was the first to speak.

"My husband," she had said.

"What?" Jack asked, confused.

"You had asked me about my story, when we were talking that night. It involves my…late husband."

Jack stopped what he was doing and looked to her. Her late husband? he wondered. He was curious now, and had his full attention. "What happened?"

"It's a long story," she said. "It technically starts after Will had left."

"I'm all ears, love."

Evangeline looked at Jack, thinking that maybe he was just pretending to be interested to please her. But when she looked at him, really looked into his eyes, she could see general curiosity and concern. He seemed that he was actually interested. She took a deep breath, and began.

"Well, after our mother had died, and after Will had left, I was out on the streets to fend for myself. I was eventually able to find work with a seamstress, and made what living I could. It wasn't much, but I was able to get by. Around my thirteenth birthday, a wealthy family had visited the shop and, well, I suppose they felt sorry for me, and took me in as their own. The woman told me it was because she could not have children. I didn't mind, though."

"You didn't?"

"No, because I had someone to care for me. Then came the day they decided that I needed to find a proper husband, and have my own family."

"And this is where your husband comes in?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Evangeline nodded. "A lord. They thought he was perfect. Lord Sean Flavisham of the East India Trading Company."

Jack's eyes widened. "The East India Trading Company, you say?"

"Yes. I wasn't much for being married. But, as always, no one cared for my opinion in the matter. We had only known each other for three weeks when he asked for my hand. At that point, he was…tolerable. I thought, maybe, just maybe, I could learn to love him."

"But you didn't."

Evangeline shook her head and released a shaky breath. "The first two weeks had been fine. We hardly saw each other really, and when we did it was for dinner parties or when he came home from the office. But on the third week…" She trailed off, as if she didn't want to continue. As if the memory was too painful. And it was.

Jack grew concerned for her silence, and urged her to continue, leaving room for a little hope that she would. "What happened, darlin'?"

"Sean had come to me telling me that he wanted to have a family, to have children. I told him I wasn't ready, and he seemed fine with that."

"But he wasn't," Jack guessed.

"Two days later, he came home drunk. I could smell whiskey on his breath, on his clothes. He demanded that we…consummate our marriage like we should have on our wedding night. I still refused. And because of that he…he…beat me."

Anger boiled inside Jack. His grip on his pistol tightened, and he suddenly wished that he had a second shot.

"This happened more than once. And I was the only one who really knew what kind of man Lord Flavisham was. Then…one night…he came home completely drunk. He caught me trying to escape the house through the kitchen window. He had every exit locked during the day, every window as well. He called me a whore and beat me harder than he ever had. He said he would get what he wanted, and then he…he…then he…" Evangeline trailed off, choking on the sobs she was desperately trying to fight back, but she couldn't. Tears started to stream down her face as she finished her thought. "He tried to force himself on me."

As she cried, Jack got up from his spot and came to sit next to her. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug, hoping to bring her some comfort. Surprising himself, he didn't seem to mind that she cried into his chest. In fact, she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.

Wait, why am I thinking that? he thought. Why don't I mind a woman crying on me? Jack was confused by his own thoughts, but was quickly rid of them when another thought occurred to him. "Did he succeed?"

He could feel her head shake against his chest. She sniffed, and said, "No. I…I wouldn't let him. We were in the kitchen…and…well, I grabbed a hold of a kitchen knife and…stabbed him in the shoulder to get off me. Some soldiers must have heard the commotion, because they came bursting in and detained me. Sean…he…yelled at me…called me a lunatic and said that I had gone mad…that I had been for some time now and that I needed to be put somewhere where I wouldn't harm myself or others. And they believed him."

"And then they put you in that asylum."

Evangeline nodded.

"What happened to him that made him your late husband, I wonder?"

She took a deep breath, and sniffed again, her tears finally subsiding. "About two weeks after I was admitted, his ship was attacked by pirates. He never made it. I heard it from some of the orderlies, and then from the head doctor at Bethlehem. I felt so relieved that I laughed. I couldn't help it. They thought I was truly mad at that point, so they kept me there. I was there for two months before I escaped. Now here I am."

"Trapped on an island with a pirate," Jack pointed out, trying to lighten the mood.

"Better than being in a padded room."

They stayed like that for a while, Jack just holding Evangeline. And it was the safest she had ever felt. It felt right to have his arms wrapped around her, a comforting hand rubbing her back. It reminded her of happier times, when her mother used to comfort her whenever she was scared.

Maybe, she thought. Just maybe, I can trust Jack. Just maybe.

With a small smile plastered to her face, she drifted off into a deep and safe sleep. And Jack didn't mind that she did.

When Evangeline woke up about half an hour later, she found that she was alone. She sat up and looked around to see where Jack could have gone, but didn't have to wonder for long. Jack was walking back towards her with Elizabeth in tow. Before he had a chance to sit down, she had caught up with him and asked, "So, is there any truth to the other stories?"

Evangeline was confused, until she realized she had woken up in the middle of one of their conversations. So, she just listened on.

"Truth?" Jack questioned. At that, he pulled back the sleeve on his left arm to show that there was a ghastly scare running up his arm, showed her his pirate brand on his right, and then showed off the scars left by bullets on his chest.

Since the two were situated to her left, Evangeline was able to get a good at his scars, her eyes widening at the site of them.

"No truth at all," he said. He sat next to Evangeline and handed her a bottle of rum, knowing that she was probably thirsty and wanted relief from whatever nightmare she may have had. Or to recover from telling her story.

She took it without delay.

"We'll stay alive a month, maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships, and our chances are fair."

"And what about Will?" Elizabeth asked. "We have to do something."

Evangeline almost choked on her rum when she mentioned Will. She really hadn't thought of him the entire time they were here.

"You're absolutely right," Jack said. He took another bottle of rum and rolled it to her. Picking up his own bottle, he raised it as if he were giving a toast. "Here's luck to you, Will Turner." With that, he took a long swig of rum.

Evangeline did the same as she watched Elizabeth pick up the bottle and then walk over to the other side of Jack. She then looked out towards the open ocean, watching the waves and listening to the wind. She thought back on everything Will had done for her in the past and earlier that day. He wanted to make amends, to earn her forgiveness for leaving her in England. And now, he would never know that he already had, that she had, in fact, forgiven him.

"Drink up me hearties, yo ho," she heard Elizabeth softly sing. She could help but smile. She knew that song all too well. Her father had taught it to her when she was little, whenever he was home.

"What was that, Elizabeth?" Jack asked.

"It's Miss Swann," Elizabeth informed him, and then added, "Nothing. Just a song I learned as a child when I actually thought it would be exciting to meet a pirate."

"Let's hear it, then."

"No."

"Come on," Jack urged. "We've got the time. Let's have it!"

"No," she repeated. "I'd have to have a lot more to drink."

There was a moment's pause, and then Jack asked, "How much more?"

xxx

Evangeline was sitting in the sand, watching Elizabeth and Jack haphazardly dancing around the bonfire they had built. They were all drunk, Evangeline not as much as the others, but enough that it made her drowsy.

"We're devils, we're black sheep, we're really bad eggs. Drink up me hearties, yo ho," Elizabeth and Jack sung, terribly off tune due to the rum. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."

"I love this song!" Jack exclaimed. He linked arms with Elizabeth and they twirled around for a little. They let go of each other and Jack repeated, "Really bad eggs!" before stumbling to the sand next to Evangeline, dragging Elizabeth with him.

He wrapped an arm around Evangeline, and said with a slur, "When I get the Pearl back, I'm goin' to teach it to the whole crew. And we'll sing it all the time!"

"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main," Elizabeth said.

"Not just the Spanish Main, love. The entire ocean. The entire wowld. Wherever we want to go, we go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hold and a deck and sails. That's what a ship needs. But what a ship is…what the Black Pearl really is…is freedom."

Evangeline, even though a bit tipsy, knew he was right. She knew that what he loved about his ship and why he wanted it back so much. Why he would kill Barbossa for it. For freedom.

I don't blame him, she thought. I felt truly free when I was aboard the Percephany. I had never felt so…alive. Felt like I should have.

As she thought about the concept of freedom, and wondered if they were ever going to get off of the island, she slipped out of Jack's arm and fell asleep on the sand. She didn't hear the rest of the conversation. It sounded as if it were merely a hum lulling her into a deep slumber. Within minutes, she was sleeping the most peaceful sleep she'd had in months. And in that sleep, she felt someone slide up behind her and wrap their arm around her waist, their warm breath on her neck. Somewhere, deep down, she knew who it was, but she didn't mind.

Throughout the night, Evangeline didn't stir or wake once.

A/N: There you have it! Now you know more about Evangeline's past. Man, this chapter was pretty long. It came out to be...13 pages long. Wow O.O

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