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"Angelica! Can you hear me?" She rolled over to vomit noisily before her eyes rolled back into her head, she did not respond to him. He took that as a no. "Oh god, Angelica! No…MEN HEAD INTO THAT JUNGLE FULL SPEED! WE COULD REACH THIS BLOODY WITCH WITHIN A WEEK, FIND A PLACE TO SET UP CAMP!" He bellowed to the crew, picking Angelica up and putting her over his shoulder. He broke out into a quick stride, feeling Angelicas skin burst into flames against him. The vegetation was thick and the weather humid. The moisture in the air stuck to everybody's lungs, making it uncomfortable and difficult to breath. Swords were unsheathed; to hack down whatever branches and vines stopped the crew from making progress. The ground was wet and uneven, making it a task to get anywhere with speed, which is precisely what was required. On and on and on, they went. A relentless march through this alien environment, not knowing if they were lost, or so close to their destination that it was almost over. And for what? Power? Knowledge? It was ironic that when Jack was finally so close to what he had searched for most of his life, he honestly couldn't have cared less about all the glory and control, he just wanted his bonny lass to be ok. When boots began to wear down, and backs began to ache they pressed on still, now truly getting to the heart of this god-forsaken maze of green, littered with splashes of colour from fruit, flowers or strange animals many of the men had never set eyes on before. Angelica had come too, just after the hottest point in the day, and clung to Jack's chest for a time before timidly standing on her own feet and stumbling along with the rest of them, using Jack for support. When the hot sun finally began to give them rest and disappear down behind the horizon, fortune decided to favour them and a small, flat clearing presented itself, perfect for making camp. Heavy canvas tents, were being set up by the crew and fires were being lit, a well earned rest was at last in sight. Jack helped Angelica to sit down beside a fire, it got surprisingly cold at night in a jungle with such heat. "Are you sure you can come with us luv? I should have just told you to stay on the pearl, I'm sorry." Jack said, now beginning to see his mistakes, he should have known that this, when Angelica was just about nine months pregnant, was definitely NOT the opportune moment. "Jack if you had tried to make me stay there, no matter ill I was, whilst you went into some country with god knows what and god knows who in it, to meet with some witch that could probably kill us all with a click of her fingers…I would have used that sword you got me." He gave a throaty chuckle under his breath, before turning serious. "Are you sure you're going to be ok though luv? You scared me this morning. "He admitted, smiling sheepishly. Angelica out a hand on his cheek. "I'm going to be ok Jack, it just lingering and the heat and everything, just kind of caught me guard I think" She assured him, stroking his face affectionately. "I just hope you're right" He muttered into her hand, kissing it. The sparks from the fire floated into the sky, towering into a golden beacon. At night, when everything was more still, apart from the buzzing and chirping of unknown insects, one could really appreciate the beauty of this place. Jack sat, his legs stretched out with Angelica leaned against his body, he head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders. A slight breeze caressed the backs of their necks, cooling the sweat of the long day. "Jack?" Angelica asked quietly, enjoying the gentle rise and fall of his chest. "mmm?" He asked, not realising he had closed his eyes until he opened them to look down at her. "It's soon you know." Light stomach cramp no doubt bought on by the hard day she had had reminded her of just how soon she would have to face the reality of being a mother. He knew what she was referring too, parenthood, she felt his stiffen his relaxed posture slightly. He made a deep grumbling sound acknowledging the fact she had just stated. "Are you scared?" She asked curiously. "Like hell love!" He said with a small laugh, kissing her forehead, she nuzzled in closer to him. And they drifted to sleep together, under the glorious stars of the Indonesian night.

Angelica woke, slightly earlier than the others, Jack's staccato snoring had broken into her blissful state of unconsciousness, but she didn't mind. Carefully she removed Jack's arm from around her with great difficulty, stood up. She winced, stomach cramp, ugh. Usually that didn't occur until later in the day. After a few seconds she decided it must have just been confused back pain from sleeping on the ground, because it disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. She was feeling pretty good, uncomfortable and fatigued, but pretty good. Gradually more and more men began to stir and soon they were underway again. Jack walked ahead, barking the occasional order and leading his men in the right direction. Angelica, however, hovered at the back of the group, obviously making slower progress than the other members of the party. Jack had tried to insist he walk with her but she assured him she would be just fine, and managed to get her way on the condition that Gibbs stay at the back to keep an eye on her. This arrangement was good considering Gibbs didn't exactly move at lighting speed. Yet somehow they managed to make excellent progress today and everyone could feel it, they were getting close. Jack's estimate of how long it would take had been over by a long shot as they found themselves with but fifteen miles to go until they reached…her. Angelica could feel her feet getting heavier and her legs getting stiffer, she grumbled to herself frequently about being unhappy with 'gallivanting off on quests' and how 'no nine month pregnant woman should have to trek through a f****** jungle.' Her frustrated mutterings were interrupted by another bout of stomach cramp, she didn't blame herself, she really had not had enough to eat and all that lovely vomiting she had experienced recently did not have a good effect on her stomach. But again, it passed. Odd. "Mister Gibbs!" She called. "Aye lass?"

"Would you mind if I sat for a while?" He gave her a smile and a nod and walked ahead quickly to inform Jack that she felt she needed to rest. Gibbs returned with Jack jogging slightly by his side. "Are you ok darlin'?" He called to her just before he reached where she was sitting on a conveniently placed rock. She nodded, though not entirely sure if she was lying or not. "You go on ahead Jack, and you Gibb's I'm fine, I can just follow the path you make, I will only slow things down. I'm just finding it a little hard going." She assured him putting on her most convincing smile. Jack stood and looked at her for a while, clearly debating with himself, a frown decorating his handsome face. He seemed to reach his internal conclusion and bit his lip, nodding without certainty and jogged pack to the front of the pack to shout some more orders. He probably would not have done so if he wasn't fulfilling his roll as captain. Angelica rested a hand on her protruding stomach, breathing heavily. It felt so good to take the weight off her feet. She winced, more cramp. God damn it. She hoped this whole 'power to rule the wind and tide' thing was bloody worth it. Then she remembered what Jack had said when he was telling her about his destination. That the witch, would demand a price. And that the price could be anything…anything from gold…to a soul. Her arm wrapped protectively around her stomach, she didn't know what he was getting her mixed up in, or even himself for that matter, but she just prayed to the god she had almost abandoned and forgotten to many times that nothing would harm her family. He husband, or her tiny babe. If anyone had to be hurt she prayed it would be her. Jack, well he could probably live without her, be just fine, forget and then go gallivanting off on more quests for treasure she didn't care about. But she knew that she could never, and would never live without her Jack. She would just have to kill herself if anything happened to him. Sometimes she wished she could go back to a very, very different time in her life and tell a young girl in a convent, don't listen to the pirate, the nuns are right about people like him, just take the vows. But what if she had lived that life? If Jack never had stumbled drunk into what he thought was a brothel? Would she have enjoyed that life, one without adventure or magic. As much as she hated to admit it sometimes, she knew the answer. No. After all, though the stress it caused her was nearly the death of her and her husband, she couldn't help but thank the heavens for the gift they had given her. A child, to love to cherish and to give her a purpose when she felt at an end. And that had been often. She recalled when Jack first left, and she had ties a rope, nine neat knots, ready to take away her pain. But just before she had acquainted then with her neck, something she could never tell Jack, something stopped her stepping off that chair. And She thought she finally understood what that was now. It was god telling her that one day, years from then. She would have a baby. And when she had that baby it would make life worth living. She winced again, distracted from thinking so deeply, more cramp tore through her. It had been ongoing since last night and it was getting a hell of a lot worse. She could feel her stomach tightening…her eyes widened. She stared at her stomach and then at her breeches which were soaked with water. That wasn't her stomach that had been tightening. It looked like her 'gift from god' had not picked the opportune moment. Oh shit.

NO! OH for god sake no, Not now, the baby couldn't come now? In the middle of the Indonesian jungle? Oh god. "Ok angelica calm down." She told herself, with a shaky voice. 'CALM DOWN? I'M ABOUT TO HAVE A BABY!' A voice shouted inside her. She ran her hand through her hair a few times, this was possibly the scariest thing that had ever happened to her. She felt all of a sudden so alone. None of these men knew how childbirth worked! This was actually happening, her and Jack were going to be parents. JACK SPARROW WAS GOING TO BE A FATHER?! What was she thinking! How could he look after a child? That is if her baby was ok. Oh god, what about the fever, what if it had hurt her child. What if something went wrong? She just couldn't bare the thought that could so easily become a reality. And how many hours did labour take? Way too many. And what about the pain! She was supposed to just deal with that? She desperately tried to calm herself as her breathing quickened more. "Ok Angelica just think." She said to herself and concentrated hard, in her head she pictured a tiny baby boy. Though it wouldn't matter what sex her babe was. She pictured him with the darkest brown eyes just like it's fathers, and tanned skin like hers. She pictured its toothless smile and little laugh. He would be hers soon, she could hold him in her arms, and everything, all the pain would seem irrelevant. Unfortunately, there would be a while to go before she could have that moment. And she was dreading it. Her womb tightened again, the contractions were getting painful. But she knew there were a thousand times worse to come. She couldn't tell Jack, he would just do a double take, she was willing to wager he was even more terrified than she was even if he wasn't prepared to admit it. She got up extremely carefully, suddenly hyper-aware of the slightest movement. She got a few meters before another contraction hit her, she gasped and held on to a tree for support. "You ok there?" One of the sailors at the back, a young boy, asked, clearly noticing something was wrong. She shook her head at him, beginning to cry. His eyes bugged and he ran up ahead. "ANGELICA!" She heard Jack shout, she leaned heavily against the wide tree. "What's wrong? Are you ill again? What is it?" He asked desperately rushing to her side. "Jack…I'm going to have a baby." HE looked at her blankly. "I know." He stated, she rolled her eyes. "Now!" She said though gritted teeth before she had another contraction. Jack was silent for some time, but then easily voiced his thought with two words. "Oh…fuck."