Disclaimer: I wish that I owned Jack and the Pearl, but I don't.

AN: I might or might not write a sequel to this story. I've kind of run out of ideas for how to continue this storyline into a sequel, and I've got a different plot that I really want to write about instead of a sequel to "Magic." However, I might write a sequel to this fic...I'm not sure yet. I've got the ending plotted out so that it can either end right now, or continue on in a sequel; it just depends on how my creativity works out. Would people be willing to read a different storyline other than this one? Please let me know in your reviews!

Chapter 11: Sea Battles and Love:

Jack's POV:

The moment Angela had accepted his proposal, the Captain of the Black Pearl felt like the luckiest man in the world! Not only did he now have his bonny lass, but he also had a tremendous treasure to help treat her like a queen of the Seven Seas!

As he stood on the deck of the Heron, watching his crew load up with treasure, he realized that the boats would need to take more than one trip to get all of the treasure to the Pearl. Jack also knew that if they took too long, the crewmen left behind on the Horizon would be coming to see what had happened to their captain and crew.

"Hurry up, you dogs!" Jack hollered at them, his arm tightly wrapped around Angela's waist. "We've got to get out of here before Flint's leftover crew comes looking for their missing crewmen and captain!" He felt Angela stiffen in his arms, and he looked down at her. "What is it, luv?" he asked, holding her tighter.

"Jack, does that mean the Horizon's crew will come after and attack us?" Angela asked, her voice filled with fear as she looked up at him.

He realized his mistake quickly. "Sorry to scare ye, luv, but it's the truth," Jack replied, his voice soft enough for only her to hear. "If none of the crew returns to the Horizon soon, they're bound to come looking for Flint and everyone who went with him. That's why we've got to get out soon."

"But it will take several trips to get all of the treasure back to the Pearl!" she exclaimed, clutching his shirt. "We might not make it out before the Horizon's crew gets here!"

Jack hugged her close. "There's nothing I can do about that, luv," he said, kissing her forehead as she clung to him fearfully. "We've only got so many boats, and with each of them full of treasure, well, there'll have to be special trips back here to pick up crewmembers later."

"What about the Horizon's rowboats?" she asked, looking towards the entrance of the cave. "The Horizon's crew isn't going to need them anymore, and you can get the treasure and our crew back to the Pearl in less time if you use both our boats and theirs."

Jack gave her a huge smile, his gold teeth glittering. "Darling, you're absolutely brilliant!" he exclaimed, picking her up and twirling her around. "My bonny lass is almost as brilliant as I am!"

Angela quirked an eyebrow and smiled at him as he set her down. "Almost as brilliant as you?" she asked, amusement in her voice.

Jack blinked at her. "I mean, as brilliant as me," he said, waving his right hand in the air dramatically.

Angela chuckled. "That's what I thought you meant," she said, looking over at the crew as they raced around the ship, their arms full of treasure.

Jack gave the cave's entrance a quick look. "Aye, we could get the rowboats in and out of here with little trouble," he said thoughtfully. "I only left them outside because I didn't know what the passageway would be like and didn't want Flint's crew to see us." He quickly spotted an extremely happy Mr. Gibbs racing out of the Heron with three small wooden boxes. "Gibbs!" he called.

The man froze. "Aye, Cap'n?" he asked, clutching his treasures tightly.

Jack jerked his head towards the cave opening. "Take a few men and go get the Horizon's rowboats," he ordered. "If ye do, we can get out before the Horizon suspects something."

Angela grabbed his shirt sleeve. "Don't forget to have them disguise themselves!" she said urgently. "They can't be recognized as your crewmen!"

Jack smiled and gently kissed her nose. "Brains and beauty," he said, grinning down at her. He smirked when he saw her blush. "I love it when ye blush, darling," he whispered huskily into her ear, causing her to shiver. "Yer cheeks turn into two lovely roses when ye do."

Angela blushed even redder, and Jack chuckled softly before kissing her. She leaned further into his embrace and the two engaged in a fair amount of kissing as they waited for the extra boats to arrive. Quite a few moments passed before a shout interrupted them.

"Oy, Cap'n!" called a voice from below.

Jack regretfully pulled away from his love's soft lips. "Aye?" he asked, looking around. There in the water, was Gibbs and several crewmen, all occupying the Horizon's rowboats and accompanied by the Pearl's as well.

"Shall we start loadin' the boats, sir?" asked Gibbs. "And how will we go about doin' that?"

Jack looked around and saw several ropes and pulleys strung together along the rigging. He pointed upwards. "We'll use those," he said. Giving Angela a peck on the cheek, Jack shed his coat, effects, and hat, and began helping his crewmen (and woman) grab several ropes and begin pulling the boats up to be loaded full of treasure.


Angela's POV:

Watching Jack help his crew was one of the most interesting things Angela had ever seen in her life. She had never seen him work with them before, but for some reason he was doing it now. She suspected that it had something to do with getting all of them (but especially her) out of there before they were attacked by the Horizon.

Clutching the pirate captain's coat, effects and hat as she watched him work, Angela couldn't help but admire Jack's physique as he helped pull ropes and load treasure into the boats. Without his coat blocking her view, the young witch watched as his tanned chest began showing beneath the sweaty shirt. Swallowing hard, Angela tried looking away, but her eyes were soon drawn back to the man that was Captain Jack Sparrow.

'He really does have a nice body,' Angela thought, eyes taking in his lean, yet muscular, form as he worked the ropes, loaded the boats with treasure, and lowered them to the water. She couldn't stop staring; her mind kept thinking back to the times when Jack had always gone to bed without a shirt on, as well as the time that she had woken up to find him naked next to her. The memory still made her blush, but now it was in a good way. The image of Jack naked greatly appealed to her, and Angela had to force her mind away from those thoughts as she clutched Jack's coat, hat, and effects in her hands.

"Luv? Luv!" said a voice, a hand waving in front of her eyes.

Angela started. "What?" she asked, looking around. Jack stood in front of her, his shirt covered in sweat and clinging to his body. She blushed as she looked away and held his possessions out to him, not making eye contact.

"Now luv, don't be ashamed at looking at me," Jack chided as he took his belt and strapped it on. "After all, you'll be seeing a lot more of it in the future!" Angela couldn't help but chuckle a little at that. Jack grinned, gold teeth flashing. "That's my lovely lass," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

Angela wrinkled her nose. "Jack, you're all sweaty!" she said, trying to pull away, but was unsuccessful; he only pulled her closer. "You need a bath!"

Jack immediately got a naughty look in his eyes. "Would that be an invitation of some sort, luv?" he asked, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows at her. She giggled a bit before he caught her up in a kiss. A moment later, they separated for air. "Now we're both sweaty and in need of a bath," Jack whispered to her, leaning in for another kiss. Before they could get any further, though, a call came from the water.

"Cap'n! We be finished with loading the boats, with some room to spare!" called Annamaria's voice from below. "Are ye and yer lass coming down or what?!"

Jack sighed before answering. "Aye, Anna, we're coming!" he called down to her. "Guess it's time to get going, darling," he said, putting on his coat before picking his fiancée up in his arms.

"Jack!" Angela squealed as she was being carried off the Heron. "What are you doing?!"

He simply grinned at her. "Just don't want ye slipping and falling, luv," he said, walking down the stone pathway and down to the boats.


Still Angela's POV:

In Angela's mind, setting foot on the Pearl had never felt so good. The familiar surroundings made her feel welcome and at peace, instead of confined and panicked like on the Horizon. As the Pearl set sail away from Seagull Island, she glanced around and felt that something was off. Not liking the feeling, Angela immediately went up to Jack, who had taken his customary place at the helm.

"Jack, something's wrong," she whispered to him, clutching his right arm.

He looked down at her. "What do ye mean something's wrong?" he asked. "You're safe, the treasure's all here, and the Horizon doesn't know about us being here, so what could be wrong?"

Angela bit her lip as she stared first at the retreating island and then at the open water. "I don't know, Jack, but I know that something's very wrong, and that something big is going to happen soon."

Jack frowned as he looked at the water, too. "Well, ye've never been wrong about things happening before, so I'll have to trust those special gifts of yers, huh?" He smiled at her show of surprise. "Darling, if we're getting married, I'll have to learn to trust ye and yer instincts sooner or later."

Angela smiled at him before leaning over and kissing him on the lips. "You really are something, Jack," she said.

"That I am, luv," he said, grinning down at her. "Now, about this feeling of doom that ye have..."

"I just think that we should keep an eye open, that's all," Angela said, turning to look at the water again.

"Right ye are, darling," Jack said. "Annamaria!" he cried after looking around the deck, and quickly spotting a target. "Get up to the crow's nest and keep a sharp eye out for trouble!"

"Aye, sir!" came the reply. The dark-skinned woman immediately disappeared into the lookout post. Not a moment later came the call of "enemy ship ahoy!"

Jack immediately began cursing. "Looks like we've got a fight on our hands, luv," he said, looking at her.


Jack's POV:

The news of the Horizon following them really made Jack's blood boil. Today had been such a good day: he had just gotten his love back, secured a whole lot of treasure, and had almost made a complete getaway. He sighed; it really had been too good to last.

"On deck, you scabberous dogs!" Jack roared to his crew. "Run out the guns on both sides! Get the hooks and prepare to board! Ready weapons for battle! Come on, you idiots, get going!" The crew scrambled around to carry out their captain's orders. Meanwhile, Jack turned towards Angela. "I need ye to get down below and lock yourself in my cabin, luv," he said, looking her in the eye. She made to protest, but he reached out and touched her face. "Luv, yer our only healer, and if something happens to ye, what do ye think will happen to the hurt crewmembers?" He saw her frown before nodding. Jack leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, off with ye, and don't open the door until I come for ye, savvy?" Angela nodded again before fleeing down the stairs and into his cabin.

Motioning to a passing Mr. Gibbs to take the helm, Jack handed control of the Pearl to his first mate and headed down the steps to his cabin, where he gently tested the lock. It was indeed locked, but he took out his master key to all of the ship's locks and locked it from the outside as well, ensuring the safety of his future wife. Pocketing the key, Jack readied his pistol, drew his cutlass, and joined his crew on deck, fully prepared to fight for his life and the life of his fiancée.

He didn't have to wait long. A few moments later, the Horizon pulled up along side the Pearl, and the roar of cannon-fire filled the air. As soon as the sound stopped, Jack raised his cutlass into the air and lowered it to point at the Horizon. His crew instantly responded by letting out a tremendous war cry as they raced across the deck, firing their pistols at the significantly fewer crewmembers of the Horizon before throwing their hooks at the Horizon's railing and boarding. He could hear the clashes of swords meeting and pistols being fired from both sides. Deciding to stay on the Pearl and protect his ship, as well as Angela, Jack stood in front of the door of his cabin and felt a familiar cloak of coldness surround him, preparing him for battle. This coldness always kept him from feeling too much pity for those he killed. After all, it was him or them, and he needed to stay alive to see his wedding day!

As Jack fired his pistol at the head of an enemy pirate that had somehow slipped past his crew, he was extremely glad that they had killed those men in the cave; that meant the Pearl stood a far better chance of winning this fight and leaving with the treasure, as well as their lives. His cutlass came up and blocked the sword thrust of another attacker. Parrying, blocking, and thrusting his cutlass in an attempt to keep his opponent from getting any closer to his cabin, Jack carefully led his enemy onto the main deck before performing an elegant piece of swordplay and plunging his sword into the other man's stomach. Pulling his weapon out of his fallen enemy, Jack again raised his sword and prepared for another attack.

Another Horizon crewman came up and aimed a pistol at Jack's head, cocked and fully ready to fire. As Jack slowly lowered his sword in surrender, the other man's pistol went flying out of his hands, and his body flew backwards, his head hitting the deck with a sickening 'crack.' Jack looked around and spotted Angela standing right behind him, her hands raised in front of her; she had obviously used her powers to save him.

"Jack, look out!" she cried, pointing behind him.

Jack turned around and saw another pirate behind him. This one had his cutlass fly out of his grasp. Jack wasted no time in putting his sword through the man's chest, only removing it when he was sure the other man was dead. Once he was sure, Jack turned towards Angela.

"Get back inside, luv!" he ordered. She shook her head at him. "Do it before I haul you in there myself!" he roared. He really didn't mean to scare her, but it had to be done. Angela squeaked before racing into the cabin and closing the door. Jack locked the door again before turning around and preparing for another fight.


Angela's POV:

Sitting inside the captain's cabin during a battle had to be one of the most frightening things Angela had ever experienced. The sounds of gunshots being fired and swords clashing together made her want to see what was happening with Jack, but she knew that he had locked her into his cabin, even though she had already locked herself in. But Jack was out there, risking his life for her, and she was stuck in here, unable to help him!

'Damn it, I can't take it anymore!' she thought, approaching the locked door, determination flowing through her.

Removing the key from her pocket, Angela quickly unlocked it from the inside, but still had the problem of it being locked from the outside. Kneeling down, she gave the lock a very careful, very analytical look. After a thorough inspection, she realized that it was a very complicated lock indeed. Of course, this was the captain's cabin, but Angela was a witch, and no mere lock was going to keep her from the man that she loved! Focusing her powers, she focused her magic on it, willing it to unlock from the outside.

"Open!" she whispered, ordering the magic and lock to do her bidding. Angela could feel the lock resisting, and focused even harder, desperate to get to Jack before it was too late. "Open!" The lock glowed faintly, a white light filling it before a definite "click" signaled the opening of the door. Trying not to jump for joy, Angela opened the door and was glad that she had disobeyed Jack's order.

An enemy pirate had a pistol pointed at her fianc's head! Panicked, Angela raised her hands and willed her magic to work. Sure enough, the pistol flew out of the other man's hand, and another panicked jerk of her hands caused the man to fall backwards and crack his head on the deck. As Jack turned towards her, she spotted another man trying to creep up on him.

"Jack, look out!" she cried. As Jack turned to look behind him, Angela again jerked her hands and the other man's sword flew out of his hands. Taking his chance, Jack stabbed the man in the chest. Angela sighed, fully relieved until Jack turned towards her, anger set in his eyes.

"Get back inside, luv!" he ordered. She shook her head at him. "Do it before I haul you in there myself!" he roared. Not wanting him to get angry at her, Angela squeaked before racing into the cabin and closing the door behind her. She could hear Jack again lock the door from the outside.

It was at least another hour or two before the battle was over. Angela could hear the whole thing from inside the cabin, and knew that if she even peeked outside, Jack would immediately knock her out and lock her in again. Still, pacing the cabin and waiting for her beloved to come made Angela feel like a damsel in distress, and that annoyed her. The women of her family had been good, strong-willed, hard-working witches that waited for no man to rescue them! On the other hand, their men had always been scared stupid after finding out that the women they loved were witches, and that their daughters would likely be witches as well.

That was why finding and loving Jack had been so surprising; he wasn't afraid of her, and he loved her despite her unusual abilities. He had stuck by her, defended her presence on the Pearl to his crew, protected her from Flint and the Horizon, treated her like a princess, and, most importantly of all, he loved her for who she was. Never before had a man treated a Sharp woman like she was the love of his life, and yet that was exactly what Jack did.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn't heard the door open. Before she knew it, Angela felt herself lifted up into someone's arms and kissed by a set of familiar warm lips. Smiling, she leaned into the kiss and just enjoyed the moment. She could smell the salty-rum smell that was Jack, as well as the faint scent of sweat and...blood? Angela quickly broke the kiss and looked at him. Jack was giving her a confused and hurt look, but she ignored it as she reached for his shirt, lifting it up over his chest.

"Luv, if ye wanted to get my shirt off so badly, all ye had to do was ask," he said, humor in his voice.

Angela looked up and saw him smiling down at her, a naughty glint in his eyes. She shook her head at him. "I smell blood, Jack," she said somewhat panicked.

He chuckled. "No worries, luv, just some minor cuts and bruises, that's all," he assured her, stroking her cheek.

Ignoring his assurances, Angela proceeded to sit him on the bed and remove his coat, hat, effects, and shirt, sitting behind him as she began checking every inch of Jack's body for injuries. As her fingers coasted up and down his skin, she noticed small goosebumps forming in their wake. Smirking at the effect she was having on him, Angela continued to let her fingers slide up and down Jack's exposed body, enjoying the feel of it. Several old scars dotted his back and arms, as well as numerous tattoos, fire brands, and burns. Jack had told her about how he had received them, but she had never seen them before that moment. Her fingers were stopped by rough, ring-clad hands.

"Luv, if ye don't stop, something that I'm not sure yer ready for yet is going to happen," Jack warned, his voice husky. He was still holding her hands in his.

"Sorry, Captain," she said, pulling her hands out of his. "How went the battle?" Finding nothing more than a couple of bruises and small nicks and cuts, she wet a cloth in a nearby basin and cleaned them as she waited for him to speak.

"Just cleaning up the mess, darling," Jack replied, willingly submitting to her cleaning. "The Horizon's crew, or what was left of it, has been left marooned on the island with some supplies, and the ship's being raided for anything valuable to take with us before we blow it up."

"But our hold's already full of treasure. Surely we don't need anymore!" she protested, giving his cuts one last dab before handing him his shirt. However, he didn't put it on (not that she minded).

"True, luv," he said, leaning back on his arms as she put the wet cloth away. "But we are pirates, and looting is what we do. Besides, we could use some more food and herb supplies."

"Speaking of herbs, is anyone on our crew hurt and need tending to?" Angela asked, silently cursing herself for not asking beforehand.

Jack shook his head. "Nothing that we don't already have balms and brews for," he said. "Gibbs, Annamaria, and a few crewmen have some deep cuts, and Cotton has a broken arm, but they're all things that we can get fixed here or at the nearest port." He got up and walked over to her, wrapping her in his arms as he gave her a loving kiss. "I missed ye," he whispered, rubbing her nose with his.

Angela smiled. "You were only gone for two hours, Jack," she whispered back, running her hands along the string of beads in his hair.

"I know, but I missed ye none the less," he replied, hugging her closer as he leaned in for another kiss.

The two of them spent several minutes making up for lost time together before pulling back for air. After they had their breaths back, Jack gave Angela a big smile.

"I'm having a thought here, luv," he said, taking the hand with her engagement ring on it.

"And what would that be, Captain?" she asked, looking at him.

"Let's get married at the nearest port!" he said, kissing her left ringfinger. "I don't want to waste another day without ye as my wife!"

"Well..." Angela said, pretending to give the matter some thought. She saw Jack's look of mock horror at having to wait and laughed. "I guess I have no choice, now, do I, Captain?"

"No, ye don't!" Jack said, pulling her tightly against his bare chest. "Now give us a kiss, luv."

And she did...for the next several hours.


AN: Okay, you know the drill: review and tell me whether a sequel should be forced from my poor creativity, or if you'll be willing to read a new story with a brand new plotline. I'm not sure, so I'll leave it up to my readers and reviewers. Remember, there are only one or two chapters left, so hurry! Ciao for now!