"Why did you stop us?" Norrington stared at Jack in shock.

"Calm down Commodore."

"No, I won't calm down! You let them take her, how could you do that?"

"We were outnumbered, to begin with. There were five of them, and three of us."

"We could have taken them. Remember in the cave Jack, a year ago, four of them two of us, to begin with, and they were cursed. But we made it. "

"You're right Will, we probably could have taken them, but, they would have killed her. No doubt about it."

"Oh and you're saying they won't now?"

"They will probably do something worse Commodore. One woman onboard a ship with pirates…" Jack shook his head. "I don't like this more then any of you do, but I didn't have a choice and if neither of you saw it, she said no, she knew what she was doing."

"What do you mean knew what she was doing?"

"She didn't want us to be seen, and apparently she must know something, otherwise they would not take her with them. They are probably leaving, if we only knew which ship that's theirs, then we would have a chance to go after them."

"I know which ship it is."

"You do?"

"Yes Sparrow, Angela told me which ship it was before, that was why we came looking for you in the first place, but you were too busy, what was it, oh yes, talking to that other girl."

"Oh." A shadow came across Jacks face.

"That, and the fact that Angela fell to the ground, she saw something, she didn't tell me what, but she wanted to talk to you, she said, that he was in her head. What did she mean with that?"

"I don't know Commodore…I don't know." Jack turned around and started to walk away.

"Wait, Jack, where are you going?"

"I'm going back to me ship, Mr Turner, and I advice ye to do the same."

"But what about Angela? We can't just…"

"There is nothing we can do at the moment. Me whole crew is out here somewhere, good look finding them tonight; we can't go after that ship without a crew. So, you two gentlemen have two choices, ye can stay here and...amuse yourselves, or do what I will, return to the Pearl."

"And what will you be doing there?"

"Wait Commodore…wait."

"Wait? Wait for what?" Jack didn't answer at first, then he turned back to them.

"Ye know which ship it is?"

"Yes."

"Show me." Both Norrington and Will stared at Jack.

"But, you just said…"

"Forget what I said, if you want to help Angela and that bloody town of yours, show me which bloody ship it is."

"This way Sparrow."

"Captain Sparrow, as long as you are here or onboard my ship, you'll call me Captain, savvy?" Neither Norrington nor Will answered. Jack sighed. "Bloody…" The rest of the sentence was in some foreign language, if it even was a language at all… Will and Norrington looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and then turned back to Jack, just to find that he was walking away, in the wrong direction, Will noticed.

"Jack, wait. You don't even know what ship it is, neither do I so…" Will turned to Norrington, who sighed. "Come, both of you. As I said before, I know which ship it is."

Jack turned around. "After you…Commodore."

"Are you sure that's the one?"

"Yes Sparrow, they have her in that, ship."

"What shall we do?"

"Nothing, as I said before Will, there is nothing we can do at the moment."

"He is right Mr Turner, look, we're too late…"

Both Jack and Will turned back to the ocean and the Undaunted, which now was sailing away.

"But we have to do something!"

"We will, trust me. We'll stick to the plan. The Pearl is much faster then her, so I think we might have a chance to get to Isla the Muerta before them, even if we have to go around them first. So I think that you and Commodore Norrington better get some sleep, we sail at dawn!"

Darkness… The first thing she noticed was how dark it was. And then pain. It felt like an elephant had walked on her head at least ten times and her leg was still hurting. She tried to move, but she couldn't, she didn't know why. Where am I? And why is it so dark?

She tried to move again, and this time realised that her hands where tied behind her back and suddenly remembered the night before.

Dammit…

She leaned backwards, feeling the rough surface of a wooden wall at her back, she could smell saltwater and hear the sound of waves, but also the sound of people talking and walking around above her.

She tried to tie up the rope around her hands, without success.

Come on, focus!

She didn't know for how long she sat there, but it was for a very long time. Her head was hurting a lot more than earlier and the rope was cutting into the skin on her hands.

Then suddenly she heard the sound of a door being opened and footsteps coming towards her.

She heard the sound of another door being opened; a heavy metal door, and then somebody grabbed her arms and pulled her up on her feet. Angela made no resistance and let them take her away with them. Angela stumbled, she couldn't see anything, and now realized that she was blindfolded. She new that it was two men holding her; she could hear two people breathing. Suddenly they stopped, the ropes were cut, the blindfold was removed, and now she saw that the two men were no other than Pintel and Ragetti. The two men didn't say a word, just stood there, looking at her, Angela felt very uncomfortable. But then, they just turned around to leave.

"Wait!" The two men stopped. "Where am I? And why…am I here?"

"The Captain wants you to 'ave dinner with 'im." Pintel spoke, Ragetti just kept staring at her, or, with his one eye, the wooden one was staring at the floor.

"He what? Hey, wait a minute…" But the two pirates left. Angela took a look around the room, it was dark, the curtains covered the windows but there were lots of candles everywhere, a big table was placed in the middle of the room dined with food fit for a king. There was a door in the end of the room, Angela walked over to it and opened it, behind the door was a balcony she stepped out on it and saw... water, nothing but water, for as long as her eye could reach. It was night, still or again, Angela didn't know for how long she had been unconscious. She sighed, raised her eyes and stared at the moon. Without knowing why she gasped, the sight startled her and she backed away. Then she heard the sound of a door being opened, and someone entered the room, but Angela didn't turn around to see who it was, she already knew, she could feel his presence.

"Welcome onboard miss. Could ye turn around and let me have a look at ye?"

That voice…

Angela didn't turn around, she couldn't. It can't be…

"I said turn around…miss."

Angela turned around, slowly, with her eyes nailed to the floor, then she looked at his boots, and then her eyes slowly went up, passing his legs, his waist, his stomach, his chest and then his face. Angela gasped and backed away.

"You!" The man looked a bit surprised.

"You can't be…you're dead."

Angela took a deep breath…"He shot you."…and looked Barbossa straight in the eyes.

"You're…dead"

To Angela's surprise he started laughing.

"Well ye're only half right there miss, he did indeed shoot me, and I did indeed die, but only temporary." He raised his hand to his chest and Angela saw a glimpse of gold but quickly turned away, she couldn't stand looking at him.

"Come, sit and eat, you must be hungry." He pulled out a chair.

Angela didn't move at first, but when he walked towards her she quickly sat down at the table, on another chair than the one he had pulled out. He sat down beside her and Angela moved her chair away from him, she knew that if he touched her she would scream.

He looked at her for a while, Angela looked in another direction, but she could still feel him watching her.

"The food is not here to decorate the table, ye are suppose to eat it"

"I'm not hungry, and even if I were your mere presence is more than enough to make me loose all apatite." She turned to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Why am I here?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Why am I here? There must be a reason for why they brought me on this ship, a reason for why I'm dining with…with you, a reason for why I'm not dead yet!"

Barbossa sighed.

"And how can you still be alive?" She said, her voice trembling.

He didn't answer at first just kept staring at her, with his cold, empty eyes.

"What exactly has Jack Sparrow told ye?"

"Nothing, he didn't have to, I've seen it, several times. I've seen Jack Sparrow shoot you, I've seen Will Turner breaking the curse, I've seen you falling dead to the ground. I know all about the curse, about you leaving Jack on an island to die, how you tied a canon to Bootstraps feet!" Angela was nearly screaming now. "I know that you and your crew searched for all the 882 pieces of Aztec gold and Bootstrap's son for ten years before the curse was lifted. But what I don't know, is how the hell you can be in this room, breathing, how…" She nearly screamed when Jack, the monkey, jumped down on the table in front of her.

"That monkey…" She reached out her hands, as if she wanted to strangle him.

"That monkey is the reason for why I am here. You see, after the curse was lifted Jack here returned to the chest with the gold…"

"…and took a medallion…" Barbossa got up from his chair; he walked up behind her put his hands on her shoulders then he let them slide down her arms while whispering in her ear.

"Aye." It felt like a cold hand clutching around her heart when he touched her, Angela wanted to push him away, but she couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

"I…I still don't quite understand."

"You see…" He let go off her arms and Angela could breathe again. "…the curse has a mind of its own. And when Jack here took a medallion the curse was awaken again, hungrier than ever." When Barbossa said his name the monkey jumped up on his shoulder.

"It decided to give me an offer, an offer I just couldn't turn down."

"What kind of offer?"

"Ye said ye know about the curse, that ye know about everything?"

"Yes..."

"Ye can't know about everything. Ye can't know how it is not to be able to feel anything. For ten years! I didn't feel a thing for ten years! Not the food I was eating, not the wine I was drinking, not any pleasure from any women! I wasn't breathing, my heart wasn't beating, ye could never understand that, never know!" He was now walking back and forth in the room.

"But when I died, I did feel something, something besides the pain, I felt hate for them who caused me all this. And that hate didn't leave me, not even after I died. I guess that is the reason why they could bring me to life again, if ye can call this being alive…" He sighed.

"But…how could they bring you back to life, and why?"

"Since the hate never left me my soul didn't really die, not completely. That's how they could bring me to life, and why…let's just say that they need me."

"Need you? You are talking about those heathen gods are you? Why would they need you?" Barbossa started laughing.

"They don't exactly need me, but they need what I can give them. A sacrifice, larger than

any sacrifice this world has ever seen. A sacrifice in their honour, and then I'll be rewarded. Rewarded with life. They'll put an end to my suffering, an end to my curse. I'll get peace and finally revenge..."

Sacrifice…Port Royal!

"Aye miss, the inhabitants of that lovely town will be the major part of the sacrifice, their blood will set me free."

Angela stared at him in shock. So he can be inside my head…

"Aye. But I can't explain how, just a bonus I might say. It doesn't work with all people's heads though, only yours."

When Jack kissed me…

She saw how the mans face changed when she thought of Jack, and the kiss he had given her.

"You! You were in my head! How…how could you?" Just the thought of this man being in her head during that moment was too disgusting; Angela couldn't stand thinking of it.

"Calm down miss, that kiss is not even worth remembering, Jack is nothing. A worthless captain, pirate, man… A disgrace for all of us, we'll all be a lot happier when he is gone."

Gone? Barbossa smiled when he "heard" that thought.

"Aye, ye don't think I'd let him get away do you? No… He and that Turner will get what they deserve. And that is one of the reasons why I need you."

"Me?"

"Aye, you know things, information I could only dream of knowing, not only about Jack. But you know about his weaknesses, things that I want to know."
"I don't understand what you are talking about. And even if I did know his weaknesses I wouldn't tell you about them."

"Now you see here miss, you don't really have a choice. You will tell me, if I have to go all the way inside that pretty little head of yours."

"You think you are so great don't you? So strong, so tough, so intimidating." Angela stood up and leaned over the table, staring Barbossa straight in the eyes as she spoke.

"But do you know what, Captain Barbossa, I'm not trembling. It takes a lot more than a ghost story and a pirate captain with an extremely bad hygiene to scare me!" Barbossa didn't move at first, but then it all happened so fast and before Angela could react she had been given a hard slap across the face, so hard that she fell backwards and in the next second Barbossa had got out of his chair and grabbed her around her neck with one of his hands. Angela couldn't breathe his grip around her neck was too hard. She tried to make him lose his grip on her, she scratched his hand with her nails but he didn't feel it, the hate in his eyes was so strong, he wouldn't let her go, she had no chance. She lost her balance and in an attempt to regain it she grabbed the first thing behind her back, one of the curtains. The moonlight shone in through the window and the sight Angela saw made her want to scream. Half of Barbossas face wasn't a face anymore, she could see his skull, the same thing happened to his hand, she could feel it transform, how the bones were carving in to her skin, drawing blood. But then, as suddenly as he had grabbed her he let her go. Angela fell forwards, coughing, gasping for air with her hands against her throat. Why did he let me go?

"My apologies for that miss, shouldn't 'ave done that."

"Oh and why not?" Angela's voice was hoarse and her throat was burning. She let go of her throat and when she looked down in her hands there was blood on them.

That son of a bitch! Barbossa grunted.

"The reason for why I didn't kill you right now is that I need you. They…" He looked up. "..likes you. You are rather valuable to them…and to me." He looked her in the eyes, the hate in his eyes was gone for a second before it returned again. "You'll be the first sacrifice…"