Angelica was woken up by a knock on her door. She pushed away the bed sheets to answer the door. Captain Waas stood with a smile on his face at the entrance.
"Welcome home," he said and smiled. "I'll grab your bags,"
"I have none," she said and walked past him to be on the ship deck. It has been docked at Port Royal once again.
Captain Waas had already gotten off the ship to greet a young man. He was about 5''7, tan and had brown hair with blue eyes.
She leaned against the ship rail, staring at the man and Rupert Waas discuss. Once or twice she saw the man glance at her then nod.
"Come Angelica," Captain Waas called to her.
She looked back at the ocean hoping to see Jack coming to her rescue, but she knew he was dead and would no longer be there by her side when she most wanted him.
Finding the strength to walk forward, she joined the two men.
"This is Eric Slate," Rupert introduced the tan man who smiled at her. When Angelica made no attempt to say hello, he added "He will be showing you around town. I best be off, have to check in! Bring her back to the house in a bit."
Once he had walked off, Eric put out his hand which she refused to shake.
"Stubborn one, aren't you?" he laughed "You'll fit right in with the rest of the girls in this town. So, where are you from?"
She stared back at the ocean.
"Oh?" he asked "Impressive. I don't think I could survive three days out there,"
It was Angelica's turn to laugh. This guy was obviously a loser.
"So, you have any friends?"
"Tons," she said
"Any boy friends?"
"All my friends are boys," she replied
"Wow, once again, I am impressed. Girls usually stick to girls."
"Well, I'm different," she said, beginning to open up.
"Hello Eric," a pretty blonde called. He blushed and waved back.
"Friend of mine," he said and kept walking down the street with Angelica.
"Hey Eric!" a brunette called from her window. He waved up at her.
"Another friend?" Angelica asked.
"Yeah," he scratched his head awkwardly.
"Tell me about yourself," she said. She wanted to test this guy out to see if he was a dork. Surely no one in Port Royal was worth her time, but seeing she might be here a while, she might need a friend to talk to.
"I barely know anything about you yet!" he protested.
Seeing she wasn't about to say anything, he went on "Well, I grew up here in Port Royal, my mother is Captain Waas's sister and I enjoy staying on land. You?"
"I grew up in a Spanish convent, met a man before I made my vows, found my father, went to the fountain of youth, was tricked by the man I loved, made a trade for the Pearl, did something I regretted and later got brought here. Oh, and I enjoy being on ships and can kill a man if he continues flirting with me."
He laughed awkwardly, ignoring the last part. "Wow, that's a lot of stuff. What happened to the man?"
"Drowned,"
"Pirate?"
"The best, next to me of course,"
"Nice," he grinned "Port Royal can't stand Pirates, I mean, there's a few we can stand. But there is this one-"
"Jack Sparrow," Angelica said
"Right, how do you-"
"He was a close friend,"
Eric stopped smiling. "He's caused Port Royal tons of shit."
"As always," she smiled
"Well, here it is. Uncle Rupert's home. I hope you enjoy your stay here," he kissed her hand before departing.
From what Angelica could tell, Rupert Waas was a rich man, high class, general of the British army, the best known Captain around and not married. His house was huge and was located at the end of a quiet street with a large yard, horses and sheep.
She wanted to call Eric back and ask why she was brought here, but he had already disappeared.
"Hello my lady!" an old woman opened the door to the huge house "Rupert told me you would be coming! I'll show you to your room,"
She dragged Angelica into the house and up the stairs to a clean, tidy bedroom. The window out looked the horse pasture and the ocean.
"Dinner at six," the woman said before shutting the door.
Angelica had no intentions of joining them for dinner. Not tonight nor any night. Her anger was starting to show through. How could Captain Waas bring her here and expect her to be respectful and nice when she hated him for what he did for Jack? She did not belong here in Port Royal, she wanted to be sleeping with Jack.
She smiled. The thought of when he kissed her and his stupid jokes that always made her laugh.
Her heart dropped. She missed him so much.
"Stop it!" she scolded herself. She was a tough woman and all people knew was her tough side, to show her emotions would only show her as weak.
She sat down at the window seat and reached inside her pocket. Her hand touched something soft and she pulled it out. There sat the voodoo doll of Jack Sparrow in her hand.
She closed it tight in her hand and put it to her chest.
