Angela spent the next night walking around, her body was hurting too much to go to sleep and she couldn't stop thinking about the things that she had been told. She felt dirty, her whole body, her soul…dirty. The thought of Barbossa being a part of her made her feel so disgusting. And what Pintel and Ragetti had asked her to do…it was just impossible. She had thought of the same thing herself earlier but still…she could never succeed. Angela forced herself not to think about it, it was a stupid impossible plan but still, it was the only one she had, and she couldn't let Barbossa know about it. He entered her head several times, she could feel him do it. Angela tried her very best to force him to leave and after a while she succeeded. So she spent the rest of the night working on blocking her head, preventing Barbossa from even entering. When the morning came Angela was exhausted and couldn't stay on her feet, so she lay down on the floor, trying to force herself to stay awake, but after a few hours darkness took over and Angela fell asleep on the hard floor…

A couple of hours later Angela was brutally forced up on her feet and dragged out on deck. Every step was extremely painful, Angela couldn't walk straight. She took a deep breath once they got outside and looked up, the sky was blue, it was a beautiful day. Well, it would have been if she had been anywhere except on that ship. . The man who had forced her with him suddenly pushed her forward and Angela bumped into the rail with her chin. Angela couldn't tell if it was seconds or minutes later but the man grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, then he forced her up on her feet, still with a firm grip on her hair.

"Look!" It was Barbossa. "Look! Which ship is that?"

Angela opened her eyes, at first she could only see black spots but when they disappeared she saw a ship not too far away. A large ship with black sails moving in high speed, it could only be one ship…

"The Black Pearl…"

"Aye miss, it seems as your beloved Cap'n Jack is coming to ye rescue. Not something I was expecting, but…I can assure ye that he'll get a worm welcome."

Oh no…

"Drop some sails lads, the Black Pearl is catching up, and we'll let her. Let Cap'n Jack and his little friends' think they've caught us and when they are close enough…fire the guns! You two! Take 'er down to the brig." He pushed Angela over to Pintel and Ragetti and then walked back to his quarters.

"Come on miss, we need to get ye out of here."

"What?"

"Ye have to warn Cap'n Sparrow before it's too late."

"How?"

Pintel looked around, then grabbed Angela's right arm. "Come."

They walked over to the rail on the opposite side of the ship.

"Ye see that boat?" Angela looked over the rail and saw the little boat tied to the ships side.

"Yes…"

"Get in."

"I don't understand."

"Just listen now poppet, ye need to get to the Black Pearl. Ye can't swim that far so ye need a boat. So…take this," he gave her a large knife, "climb down into tha' boat, then cut off the ropes 's tied to and then ye'll be on yer way."

"Wait a minute, do you really expect me to get away with that? Barbossa and the rest of the crew will here it, and they will shoot me!"

"Nah, d' ye really think that these men are gonna' tell Barbossa? We all want 'im to be stopped, so unless 'e or that Squalor hears it, ye'll be fine."

Angela thought about it, it was suicide, but also her only way from this ship..

"Alright, let's do this."

She climbed down to the boat and started to cut off the ropes, it took a long time, the knife wasn't very sharp and the ropes were thick but after several minutes the ropes started to give in. And suddenly Angela realised how stupid this was, what would happen when the ropes went off? She was high above the surface, the boat would most likely go round and she might drown. She seriously thought of climbing back up when the ropes came off and she fell down in the dark water.

Air…I need air...need to get up...but which way is up?

Angela forced herself to calm down then she started swimming, but she weren't getting anywhere. The dress! Her dress where too heavy so she took the knife they had given her, cut off all the laces at the back, slippet out of the dress and started to swim, only after a few seconds she reached the surface. She started coughing up all the salt water she had swallowed then took a deep breath and started looking for the boat. She saw it a few feet away and swam towards it. It was upside down. Perfect! Angela doesn't now how she was able to turn it around again but some how she succeeded. She climbed into it and started to row. But suddenly she heard a pistol being fired and somebody shouting. She turned around and saw Squalor standing by the rail, aiming her pistol at her. But just before he fired a second time Barbossa showed up from behind and stopped him. Angela couldn't figure out why but she decided that it was best to leave when she had the chance…

"Why did ye stop me!"

"We are not going to kill her here!"

"But she's getting away!"

"I can see that! But ye'll do as I tell ye or I'll feed ye to the sharks, is that clear!"

"Aye…captain…" Squalor walked away, the rest of the crew stood quiet.

"Up with all the sails, we need all the speed we can get! But bring 'er around as soon as we reach more shallow waters, and then we'll give Cap'n Jack Sparrow the warm welcome that he deserves…"

She got away!Why didn't I shoot her?

He was going to do it himself, but then...something stopped him. Something forced him to let her go, she couldn't die just yet. It wasn't her time, but that time would come, Barbossa knew that, and suddenly he felt calm. He would find her again, soon...

Angela didn't know weither she had a lucky day or not. She had escaped, she could warn Jack and the others, tell them about Barbossa and his plans. And then what? Angela suddenly realised the consequenses of her action. As long as you where on board you could have done something. If they had taken you to Isla de Muerta you could have broke the curse, but now, now you have to make Jack take you there, and risk his and the rest of the crews lives..

"Shit!" If she told Jack about Barbossa, he would most likely go after him. If she didn't tell him, he would go after Barbossa anyways. And if she told him not to go after him he would wonder why and she couldn't tell him why. And if they didn't stop Barbossa...Angela didn't even want to think about that. What have I done...?

She had to turn back, no question about it. She had to turn back and let herself be caught again. But, how the hell was she going to catch up with The Undaunded? Angela realised that she had no choice, she had to get to the Black Pearl and tell Jack everything, the rest would she leave to him...

"What do you think they've done to her?"

"Dunno, no' sure I want to either Commodore."

Jacks voice was nothing more than a whisper and he didn't take his eyes from the sky.

"'s a beautiful night."

"Yes, it is. Do you think she is still alive?"

Jack sighed. "Why do ye keep asking me this questions ye know I can't answer?"

"Because you're a pirate, you should know what pirates do…"

"I'm noting like those men. Ye know what yer problem is?" Jack turned to Norrington.

"You think that we pirates are all the same. You judge us all by the actions of others. You assume that because I'm a pirate, I rape, torture and murder women, just because you know that other pirates do."

Norrington stood quiet, just looking at Jack, he had no good answer.

Jack just sighed and turned his attention to the sky again.

"You…are right, I'm sorry. But all my life have I been told that that's exactly the way that all pirates are, and then you show up, trying to tell me otherwise."

"Well, if ye can't believe me then ye jus' 'ave to find out for yerself, eh. Good night Commodore." And with that, Jack left Norrington standing and took over the helm from Anamaria, who walked over to Norrington.

"Ye all right Commodore?"

"Yes, just fine, thank you."

"Ye don' look too well. As a matter of fact, ye look like ye need some company."

Norrington didn't answer.

"Don' worry Commodore, I aint here to steal something from ye"

"I'm sorry about that…"

"Don' be. I can understand why ye think of us the way ye do, but please, try to remember, we're humans too, jus' like you." She placed her hand on Norringtons shoulder, gave him a quick smile and left. Norrington felt strange, his shoulder still felt warm from her touch and she had really given him something to think about. She is so kind, something I never could imagine a pirate to be…

The next morning they saw The Undaunted far away in the distance, but around noon that distance were much shorter and Jack had no doubt the would catch up with The Undaunted before night fell.

"It's too bloody hot…"

"Pardon?"

"I said, it's too bloody hot today, Commodore."

"Ah, yes, it is a warm day indeed."

Norrington watched the other man for a few seconds; the way he followed the ships movements as he stood by the helm. His eyes focused on the same spot, the Undaunted. And Norrington had no doubt that Jack was wondering the same thing that he did, would Angela still be alive when they got there?

"Jack," Will was standing over by the rail, "what is that?"

"What's what?" Jack hurried over to Will, leaving Norrington by the helm, and looked down the water.

"Angela?"

No doubt about it, Angela was lying in a small boat floating near the Black Pearl, she looked up, straight into Jacks eyes and reached up one of her hands, as if she was trying to reach him.

"Can someone give me a hand over 'ere?" Several people, among them Norrington, Anamaria, Gibbs and Elizabeth, hurried over to Jack and Will to help them get Angela on board.

Angela would never remember how she was able to get on board the Black Pearl again, the only thing she could remember was seeing Jacks face, reaching for him and then it all went black, she didn't faint though, she just couldn't remember anything from that moment till the time she fell down on deck, exhausted, her whole body aching, trying to stay awake. Someone carried her into Jacks cabin, putting her on the bed. She lay there for a few minutes before Anamaria and Elizabeth showed up with some new clothes, pants and a shirt.

They helped her get dressed since she was too week to do it herself, but when they were about to leave her she suddenly remembered something and told them that she had to talk to Jack, immediately.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jack noticed how stressed she looked. He also noticed the bruises on her face and how pale she was. "Ye don't look fine", Jack muttered. What did they do to her?"

"What's so urgent? Can' it wait till ye've had some rest?"

"No…you really need to hear this." Angela stood up, but was swaying so bad that she had to sit down on the bed again. Jack sighed and started to walk towards the door.

"We'll talk later."

"Jack, it's Barbossa!" Jack froze.

"It's Barbossa….he's back…I saw him…"