During their walk to the Pearl they had quickly discussed their next move. On the next page, they had found another map. It was another island, where the treasure – whatever it was – was located. Both of them did, unfortunately, not recognize the island.
Angelica was laying in their bed, while Jack was trying to copy the map on another piece of paper. Tomorrow, or rather, today they would try to find out where it was. After that, they would get provisions and leave the next day.
They had returned to the Pearl late, probably around three or four in the morning. During the night, they had come across many people in the streets, of whom many took of their hats and yelled "Cap'n Sparrow!", greeting him. It was astonishing.
Usually, whenever Angelica made port somewhere, she had to be extremely careful. Her last stay at Cape Horn confirmed that again. Pirates were never safe.
Yet, in Tortuga, it was quite the opposite. Everyone knew Jack, everyone recognized him, but because of that, he was saver. It seemed that if anyone would dare to strike him, these strangers in the streets would try to save him, whatever it may cost.
Was it because he was so feared? Because he had made a name for himself? Or maybe because people just admired him? Angelica didn't really know what it was, but it made her feel more at ease anyway.
Angelica tried to look around, but the room was pitch-black. The only light in the room came from a candle that was lit on Jack's desk. Thus, she closed her eyes, trying to relax a little.
When she had returned to the Pearl, she had carefully hidden the piece of cloth in one of her pockets. It worried her immensely. What the hell was on that piece of cloth?
To be honest, deep down she had an idea what could be on there. What if she would open it now? Then it wouldn't come true. Was that what she wanted?
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Jack got into bed. Apparently, she had been so busy thinking that she hadn't even heard him walking around the room.
"Did you get it?" Angelica whispered. She felt his body shift, he was turning on his side to face her. She could barely see him though.
"Aye." Jack simply said.
It was deep into the night, and she was exhausted. Yet, something in her longed for him. To kiss him, to touch him. What if whatever was on that cloth was no good? Maybe this would be their last time.
At the same time, she needed distraction. Her thoughts were driving her mad. She just didn't want to think, even if it was just for a few minutes.
She placed her hands around his neck and pulled him down with her. Jack kissed her slowly, carefully hovering over, holding himself up with his arms.
Angelica put her pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and at the same time making her intentions clear. Jack immediately understood where this was going and did not object.
It immediately turned into a hot make-out session. Neither of them spoke a word. They didn't need to. It was just their bodies talking. Angelica's hands went under his shirt, exploring his chest.
She felt Jack pushing harder against her. She wiggled down to him to feel his desire for her.
"Mmm…" Angelica softly moaned when she felt him against her.
When her hands were at his shoulders, begging him to take the fabric off, Jack quickly broke the kiss to get rid of his shirt and trousers too. The quicker the better.
This was not like their usual love-making. This was rushed, quick, but not loud.
He sat down on his knees in between her legs and pulled her closer to him. During their making out her nightgown had already fallen down her shoulders, exposing her breasts.
He then hovered over her again. His right hand pulled up the fabric that was still covering her lower body, with his left hand he held himself while kissing her neck.
His hand then traveled down below to feel if she was ready. Although she couldn't see it, she knew he was grinning when he felt how much she wanted him, needed him.
With one swift move, he entered, grunting. While rhythmically moving inside her, he planted her neck with wet, sloppy kisses. Her hands were on his back, moaning.
He quickly started to pick up the speed, moving faster and deeper inside of her. He felt her hands pushing harder and harder in his back. This wouldn't be long.
"'Gelica…" He grunted. He couldn't hold it much longer.
"Espera…" She moaned. She was so close. She just needed him a little longer.
With all the power he had, he held back until he finally felt her shaking in pleasure beneath him. It was only seconds later when came inside of her, breathing heavily.
He placed a wet kiss on her cheek and then collapsed beside her.
Not that many hours later, Angelica was sitting on Jack's balcony in her nightgown.
She looked at the sun that was slowly rising. In her hand was the piece of cloth the woman had given her last night. She was extremely nervous. What if she hadn't made the right choice by waiting to open it until now?
Had she not, whatever that was written on that piece of cloth would not come true. But what if she opened it now and she did not want it to become true? There would be no way back. It would be too late.
It was precisely this that feared her. There would be no way back. She would have to live with whatever was on that piece of cloth.
While Jack had been sleeping peacefully beside her, Angelica had thought about it all night. The 'what ifs' were driving her crazy.
Her eyes fell on the piece of cloth again. The sun was rising. Jack was still asleep. This was the moment. If it would be bad, she could run.
She took a deep breath and slowly unfolded it. Her hands were shaking. She carefully read the words:
"Cuando dos se convierten en uno, uno se convierte en uno más."
When two become one, one becomes one more.
What was that supposed to mean? She reread and reread the words, trying to figure it out.
Suddenly, her stomach turned, and she ran towards the railing and started to throw up.
When she was done, she immediately grabbed her glass of water to clean her mouth and get rid of the nasty taste.
She felt horrible. The fact that she had barely slept last night, was not helping her case, of course.
When two become one, one becomes one more.
Then, it clicked. It all made sense. This was bad. It was so bad. She had to run. She needed to get some air, some time to think. Some time alone.
When she turned around, however, a certain figure was standing in the doorway, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. She closed her eyes, sighing. It was too late.
When Jack had heard her throw up, he had immediately walked towards to balcony to see what was happening.
It was unusual for her to throw up. He had known her long enough to know that. But over the last few weeks, it had happened a few times already. And all of those times, she thought he hadn't heard it.
Angelica's heavy breathing and the tears in her eyes told him enough. Something was wrong. And she was panicking, not knowing what to do now Jack was suddenly standing in front of her.
She was not sure what to do anymore. Her plan was to run away, to just wander around the streets of Tortuga for a few hours to think, and then come back whenever she was ready. But it was too late. Now, she was forced to face him already.
"What's on that piece of cloth?" Jack said with a rough voice. Angelica immediately felt defeated. His voice told her enough. He was not going to leave her alone until he had fully interrogated her.
He knew something was going on. He had, in fact, heard the conversation. Whatever was on that piece of cloth, whatever would be happening, it seemed to upset Angelica immensely.
"I cannot tell you." Angelica decided to say.
Jack chuckled in disbelief. She could tell him, but she didn't want to.
"Why not?" He slowly approached her.
She swallowed. A tear rolled down her cheek. "You will leave me." She barely could get the words out of her mouth. But it was the truth.
"You can't fool me, 'Gelica. I know you like the back of my hand." His thumb wiped the tear away. He then sat down on a chair and put his feet on the table.
Angelica just looked at him with teary eyes, confused, not sure what he was referring to. Fooling him? What did he mean?
"Ye want to know what I think has been going on?" Jack spoke softly.
It was still very early. The only sounds that could be heard were the birds flying around and seawater splashing. Tortuga, and most of the crew of the Pearl, was still asleep. It was almost as if Jack and Angelica were the only ones awake.
Angelica leaned against the railing, never breaking eye contact with him.
"Vale…" She softly said.
"Allow me to do the math, luv. Ye haven't been feeling well for days, or weeks actually, ye just threw up, which ye have done a few times now, and whatever is on that piece of cloth scares ye…"
Jack paused for a few seconds just to examine her reaction. There was a certain look of defeat in her eyes. She had thought he hadn't noticed her sickness. She hadn't told him anything. But she should've known that he knew her better than that.
He decided to push it further.
"…I also haven't heard ye about your monthly 'problem', ye don't sleep on ye stomach anymore, your body has been changing…"
Over the last few weeks, Jack had noticed how she was slowly changing. All of these single changes first didn't seem to mean anything, but combined were worrisome.
She never complained about having her period. She always, always, slept on her stomach, and then suddenly, she didn't anymore. And obviously, he knew every place on her body. When he placed his hands on her stomach, it felt different.
Jack paused for a few seconds before he finally said the words Angelica herself had not dared to let out of her mouth.
"Ye're with child, luv."
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