Nightmares

Confused, she was extremely confused. She had gone to sleep in her bed and woke up...

Were? She didn't recognise this place. It took several minutes before Angela remembered what had happened the night before, but she still didn't know where she was. She looked around, the room was small, but she could hardly see anything, it was too dark. She tried to sit up, it was hard but she did it. When the room finally stopped spinning she tried to stand up but that was a bad idea. She stood for about two seconds before she fell and took a chair down with her. "Damn it!" In the next second someone opened the door and in the door opening stood a woman. Her skin was brown and her hair black, she was thin, a real beauty Angela thought, but who the hell was she?

"Oh you're up...awake" she corrected herself and smiled. "Here, I'll help you" The woman was stronger then she looked, she grabbed Angela around her waist and helped her back into the bed. Angela wanted to say thank you but didn't, she was afraid that she would throw up if she opened her mouth so she just smiled instead.

"Feeling better?" Angela nodded. "Good, ye really scared us, ye have been screaming all night, must be having terrible nightmares.

"Nightmares?" She finally dared to open her mouth. "I don't recall having any nightmares...in fact, I can hardly remember anything." Angela looked down at her hands, they were shaking. Her head were hurting so much and she just wanted to crawl down under the covers and die, but she had so many questions. She was just going to ask for the woman's name when someone opened the door. Angela looked up and her heart almost stopped. There stood an exact copy of Jack Sparrow, the clothes the hair, the kohl under his eyes.

This has got to be some kind of joke. Angela didn't know if she should laugh or scream.

"I see that ye are awake" He walked towards her. The voice is even the same!

Angela just kept staring. Say something! This is ridiculous! He can't be...

"Are ye all right? "The man looked at her. Angela stood up, the other woman held her arm so she wouldn't fall. "Who are you!?" She nearly screamed. He can't be, I must have hit my head harder than I thought, I've gone mad, there is no other explanation!

"Me? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." No I'm not mad, he is!

He took another step towards her, she backed away.

"Don't be silly, he doesn't even exist." The man looked a bit confused then looked straight at the other woman she nodded and left the room. No don't leave me alone with this maniac! Angela wanted to scream and run after her, but her legs didn't seem to work.

"Doesn't exist? I'm standing right hear, aren't I? " The man grinned at her and she could his golden teeth. This guy is really mad...

"You're not Jack Sparrow; Jack Sparrow has never and will never exist! You need help." She took another step backwards and hit a table. He stepped forward and reached out his hand. "Look, I'm not going to..." Quickly she grabbed the first thing on the table and hold out as a weapon, a bottle.

"Don't come closer! I'm warning you!" The man backed away.

"I'm not going to hurt ye, look." He pulled up his pistol and put it on the floor, the same thing with his sword. "See, now ye have a weapon and I don't. Can ye at least try to listen to me now?" Angela nodded but didn't take her eyes of the man, not for a second.

"Good. Then I'll try this again, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow and this is my ship.

We found ye floating on a raft yesterday and we picked ye up. Does it sound familiar?

Angela nodded and looked straight into the mans eyes. She had that skill, she could see if somebody was lying just by looking that person in the eyes. He has got to be joking.

"What year is it?" The question sounded stupid and she didn't know way she asked him that.

The man didn't laugh he just looked at her for a second before he answered.

"1692." He is not lying...but that's not possible... Angela started to panic.

"No, it's not. Look this is not funny anymore. I don't know who the hell you are and I don't really care either." Her whole body started to shake. "I'm tired and I'm not feeling well so please just stop this...whatever it is and just get me home, please! I..." The room was spinning again and she felt that her legs wouldn't be able to carry her for much longer. She dropped the bottle as she fell and braced herself, expecting the hard impact of the wooden floor...but it never came...

When she woke up she was laying in the bed again.

"Welcome back." She looked up and saw his face again. "You're weak, shouldn't get upset. Are you hungry?" Angela shook her head. "No? Some food should do you some good, but I can't force you can I."

His voice was different, he sounded so...worried. It made Angela feel uncomfortable, she didn't like when people was worrying about her, and he didn't even know her...

Jack looked at the young woman, she was so pale. She had really given him a scare earlier, one second she was talking and the next... Lucky thing that he had caught her, the last thing she needed was another bump on her head. She needed to eat or she would never get her strength back. He didn't know why, but he really cared about her.

After a while she decided to try to sit up.

"Take it easy." He put his hand on her arm but she pulled away.

"I'm fine" She got up on her feet, swaying a bit but she didn't fall this time.

"I can see that" She opened her mouth to protest but closed it again, but only for a second.

"You're right, I feel like crap. Happy?!" Jack raised an eyebrow, now that was an expression he had never heard before.

"What?" She looked at him if he was crazy; all women seemed to do that. He just grinned at her then turned around and picked up his effects.

"Do you really think that you are Jack Sparrow?" She sounded frightened.

"´Cause if you do...you must be crazy."

Jack didn't turn around. "Ye need to get some sleep." He left the room.

Fire...warm flames everywhere. She liked it! She liked the feeling of flames on her skin, liked hearing the people screaming...no, she didn't like it, she loved it.

A whole town was burning, every house, everywhere.

She looked down, two people, a young couple, was lying on the ground. They were dead, throats cut. She stepped over them as if they were garbage and walked away. She walked into a building. A man sat tied up on the ground, she walked over to him and kicked him, hard. He didn't make a sound, just looked up; his face was covered in blood, most of his long braids and beads were gone, ripped of.

"I told you that you couldn't beat me Jack, I have enjoyed this, but now it have to come to an end". The voice where evil, filled with hate. She pulled up her sword.

"Goodbye..." She really loved it, the sound of Jack Sparrows throat being sliced open...

"NO!" Angela woke up screaming. It was just a dream, just a dream.

It took hours before she was calm enough to go to sleep again but she new that she would never forget that sound, or Jacks face the seconds before he died...

The town Port Royal was destroyed in 1692 but I'll get to that later.