Guilt
Angela didn't go back to sleep that night, she couldn't, she didn't want to see it again, ever.
She felt so guilty; she couldn't breathe, couldn't forget, nor stop thinking about it.
But that is crazy, why would she do that? Why would she kill him?
The morning came and she finally dared to move. She got out of the bed, got dressed and left the cabin and went out on deck. It was a warm beautiful morning, Angela walked around on deck. How odd, there is nobody here...
She looked around, they where not moving, the anchor was down.
Suddenly she heard a loud snore and turned around...and smiled.
Jack was sitting on the deck, leaning to the helm obviously sleeping.
She walked over to him and sat down beside him. She wanted to touch him...
Touch him? I must be crazy.
She didn't move, she was hardly breading, she just sat there and watched him.
I believe him....
She did, she didn't know why but she believed him, he was Jack Sparrow, the one and only.
He looks even better in real life.
She blushed and looked down then remembered the crush she had on him 6 years earlier.
6 years...It still feels like yesterday....
When she looked up again she saw that he was moving. Quickly she stood up, he couldn't find her here. She was just going to walk away when he opened his eyes.
He looked a bit shocked at first then he just smiled and got up to his feet.
The coat and vest was gone they were lying beside him together with his sword
He was still wearing his hat and his shirt was opened and Angela couldn't help it but she stared at his chest...
"Like what you see?" He grinned at her and she could feel how she blushed again.
What's the matter with me, I'm behaving like an idiot, I haven't blushed in years...
"No" She forced herself to look him in the eyes. "I'm a bit shocked that's all, I wasn't expecting to find you sleeping out here...like this" He looked down at himself.
"Like what?"
"Nothing...never mind..." She wanted to walk away, but she couldn't. She saw the way he was looking at her, eying her from head to toe, looking rather satisfied with what he saw.
It made her feel uncomfortable. Walk away, tell him to stop, do something!
But she just stood there...
It was quite a shock for him to wake up with her standing beside him, and it was obviously a chock for her as well when he woke up. For how long had she been standing there?
He took a good look at her, she was beautiful, indeed, but still very pale and she didn't look like she had been sleeping very well either.
"What were ye doing out here by the way?"
"Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing."
Stupid question, what does it look like I was doing?
"I was sleeping; do ye have a problem with that?
"No, of course not, but why out here?"
"Because I don't have anywhere else to sleep."
"Oh...I'm sorry about that." She looked even more uncomfortable, if that's possible.
"You can have your cabin back, I can sleep somewhere else, you shouldn't sleep out here, it can't be comfortable."
"I've slept in worse places." He bended down and picked up his effects, he could feel that she was watching him. He looked up and she turned to another direction.
He smiled because he new exactly what she had been looking at...
He must think that I'm an idiot, I am an idiot!
Angela turned away from him.
"Could you hold this?" He held out his sword. She held it for him while he finished dressing.
He glanced at her a couple of times and she started to feel guilty again.
Should I tell him about the dream? No he'll think I'm crazy. But he deserves to know!
I know that it's not just a dream! He needs to know about this!
"Jack..."
"Yes" He looked up a new wave of guilt came over her.
"There is something you should know..."