A/N: Well here's another update. I am saddened, b/c a few people haven't reviewed. But maybe that's b/c it took me like four months to actually update again. Anyways here we go!
Angelina busied herself around the deck, trying her best to do whatever is was she could to help out. But it was difficult with everyone shoving her and telling her to get out of the way. So after awhile she gave up and just decided to stick by Elizabeth. She seemed to be frustrated with Captain Jack, although Angelina couldn't honestly figure out why. Elizabeth was talking to that Norrington fellow when she climbed up onto her lap.
"Are you ok Elizabeth?" Angelina asked as the smelly Norrington walked away.
"Not really..." She replied, staring out into the open ocean as Angelina braided her hair.
"Ohh...I'm sorry."
"It's not like it's you're fault my fiance is on the Flying Dutchman. Angelina...?"
"Yeah?"
"How did your Mummy end up on the Flying Dutchman?"
"I don't really know..." Angelina responded truthfully. "I was hiding."
"Hiding? From what?"
"Well you see, my mummy dropped me off at Tia Dalma's house because she thought I would be safe there, but I didn't want to stay, so I snuck back onboard the Black Pearl." Angelina summerized, now braiding a different strand of Elizabeth's hair. "I thought she would yell at me if she found me."
"So why would your mom drop you off if she could just take you home?"
"Because she didn't want to get caught going home." Angelina said and then hopped off Elizabeth's lap.
She walked over to where Captain Jack was standing, peering out into the ocean through his telescope. She wrapped her arms around his right leg as if to hug him.
"Eh...oh it's you child." He said, slightly startled by her.
"Yes it's me. When are we getting my mummy back?" She inquired, trying to make her voice sound sweeter than normal.
"Umm...as soon as possible!" He lied, realistically having no intention of actually going to find the Flying Dutchman, but rather waiting for it to find him.
"Hey Angelina." Her mum's first mate Jason said, coming up from behind them. "Why don't we get you something to eat, yeah?"
Captain Jack spun around, giving Jason a very strange look that made Angelina laugh.
"I decide when she gets fed and who feeds her!" Captain Jack said stubbornly in his mock, captain voice.
Jason mumbled something Angelina couldn't make out under his breath but it ended with the word "git."
"What was that?"
"Nothing...Captain..."Jason spat back, his cheeks reddening. "So who feeds her and when does she get fed?"
"Fetch her an apple."
After that Captain Jack turned back to face the ocean, this time actually checking to make sure Angelina was still wrapped around his leg.
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Some random ship had picked up Will and I and brought the two of us onboard. Instead of taking the drink they offered me, I paced back and fourth impatiently, wanting to get as far away from the Flying Dutchman as possible and wanting to get back to my daughter.
"Strange thing to come upon a longboat so far out in open waters." The captain, Bellamy was it, stated.
"Just put as many leagues behind us as you can." Will replied.
"As fast as you can." I added, still pacing back and fourth.
I stared down at the bluge in my stomach, and started thinking over the day I gave up piracy.
Flashback
My crew was waiting at the docks, now currently stacking containers of rum in the hold of the ship. Jason came and greeted me with a smile and a hug, asking if I was ready to cast off soon. Ignoring his question, I went over to the Stella Di Morte and caressed the engraved letters with the tips of my fingers.
'Is this really what I want to do?' I asked myself, my gaze now turning up towards the beautiful dove white sails.
Then it switched back over to my abdomen, which would soon be bluging from the baby that was slowly growing inside of it. Then I thought of Boone, whose carefree personality, goregous smile, and above all his love for me I pined for even at this very second. The way he held me, the way his fingers fit perfectly into mine when we held hands as if they were destined to be there. But was I really willing to give up my heritage? My life? I would never be able to sail the seas again, never be able to command a ship and still hold the wheel during the fiercest of storms.
I knew the answer, and it was a very hard one to make. I climbed onboard the deck and faced my crew, who were all lined up eager to set sail once more.
"Gentleman, you have served me well for the past four years. You're loyal, trustworthy, and well disiplined crew mates. And it fills me with great joy to know that I am leaving you well trained."
A burst of stunned outrage came across them, as a million questions were fired at me at one time. I held up my hand for silence, and they immidietaly obliged.
"I have found love, something I never thought possible in my own case. So I will take my leave, but first, the person who will be in charge with taking great care of my ship."
I had thought about it for a long time, ever since the idea of leaving piracy to stay with Boone came into my mind. And in all honesty, it was the man everyone thought it was going to be.
"Neal." I said, making a few people in the crew murmur curses under their breath. But the person who look the most stunned was Jason as Neal stepped forward, a grin on his face.
"Neal, I leave you to take care of my ship, and the crew."
"Aye Captain." He said, the humor disappearing from his face completely.
"Good then."
Before handing him my sword, I caressed the blade with my fingertip, dragging it along the blade until I got to the diamond studded hilt. I wanted to keep it, but it would remind me too much of my pirate life.
"Take this, and take good care of it."
"I will ma'am."
With that I started off the ramp and back into the streets of Tortuga.
"Captain!"
I spun around to see Jason running after me, and then he grabbed my arm as soon as he stopped.
"You...you can't just leave us! And why put Neal in charge? Why not me?" He demanded, tightening his grip of my arm as if I was going to run away.
"Jason...look...the things we had...or we thought we had, I just didn't feel the same for you. And I left Neal in charge because despite his obnoxiousness and humor, he knows when to stop and control himself."
"And I don't?" He shot, now cutting off the circulation in my arm.
"No. No you don't. You don't know when it's enough."
"I thought you said you loved me..." He murmured, still not releasing his death grip on my arm.
"I'm sorry Jason...but I never said that. You must have just thought-"
"I know what I heard!" He snapped, now grabbing my other arm so I was facing toward him.
"You can't do this! You leave me and leave the ship in the charge of someone else."
"Let go of me." I ordered calmly.
It was obvious to see the fury etched across his face, but he finally lost it. He gave me a hard shove that sent me falling onto the pavement and he walked back onto the ship, his hands balled into fists.
"Are you alright?" Boone asked, glaring at the slowly retreating Stella Di Morte as he helped me to my feet.
I watched the ship disappear on the horizon, a longing feeling building up inside. But I pushed it away, wrapping my arms around Boone's neck and pressing my lips firmly to his.
"I am now." I replied.
End Flashback
"Emily! Hey Emily!" Will shouted, snapping me out of my memories.
"What?" I snapped back, spinning around to face him.
"We have company." He said, grabbing my arm and gesturing for me to follow him to the top deck.
When we reached the deck, I ran up to the side railing and grabbed onto the rope, peering over at the other ship while Will climbed up to the mast.
"It's the Flying Dutchman!" He yelled down for the whole crew to hear, and I felt my heart fall into my stomach.
Suddenly the whole ship shook, stopping it dead.
"What happened?" The captain demanded, as if the crew had any idea what was going on.
"Must've hit a reef." A crew member replied.
"It's not a bloody reef! It's a-"
But my sentence was cut short by a large tentacle creeping up the side of the deck and smashing one of the masts. Suddenly tentacles were flying everywhere, smashing anything and everything in their path. I jumped off the ledge and pulled out my sword, swiping at the tentacles that came within distance of me.
"Will! I could use your help!" I called, even though I knew he was still near the top mast trying to slide down.
Abandoning the swordfighting, I dodged the flying tentacles and tried to stay on deck as long as possible. A long tentacle suddenly collied itself around Will, dragging him off the deck and into the water.
"WILL!"
Forgetting everything I knew that was smart, I dove off the edge of the ship where the tentacle had grabbed him. But about five seconds underwater and I had to go up and relieve my burning lungs. The moment I got to the surface I grabbed hold of a piece of wood, clinging onto it for dear life.
"WILL?! Come on answer me! WILL!"
I took as big of a breath as my lungs would hold and then dove back under the surface. I spotted him among the debris, his ankle wound around some thick rope attached to one of the sails. I helped him free his foot and then we swam back up to the surface. I coughed and choked violently, for I hadn't been underwater for that long in years.
"Thanks for-"
"Shh!" I silenced him, pressing my finger to my lips.
The Flying Dutchman came into view, plainly obvious where it's next destination was. Will gestured for me to follow him. We climbed up onto the side railing, careful to stay out of view.
"The boy's not here. He must've been claimed by the sea."
"I am the sea!" Jones snapped back, glaring at Bootstrap.
"What of the survivors?" Another crewmate asked.
"There are no survivors." Jones replied mercellisly.
I turned my head away so as not to see the axe go through any of the men's heads. Instead of waiting, I climbed over toward the mouth area of the Flying Dutchman and sat inside, the jagged teeth around the mouth protecting me from falling out. Will joined me a moment later, wringing the water out of his hair.
"Are you ok?" He questioned, keeping his voice low.
"Yeah...I think we're both ok." I replied, putting my hand to my abdomen.
"Good. And I saw the way you were swordfighting, you've gotten much better from what I can tell."
"I appreciate that."
As we sailed, I started to hum "A Pirate's Life for Me", while at the same time thinking about that day I had given up piracy. Jason had been really upset that day, but I didn't love him, and I wasn't too sure why he thought I did. But just the look he had in his eye...what was it? It was, well, dark and kinda scary. But, he came to get me when he found out Jack needed my help. Obviously he wasn't still mad at me if he had come to get me.
Right?
A/N: Alright that's it for now, sorry about the short and kinda sucky, but necessary chapter. Next one will be better! And probably longer too! Promise!
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