"Are you ok?" Jack didn't answer; he just kept staring at the sea.
"Jack…?" She stepped closer and put her hand on his arm, but Jack pulled away immediately.
"Don' touch me!" He walked away, leaving her at the edge of the water. He stopped a few feet away, sighed and then turned around again. Angela suddenly noticed the blood on his shirt on his right arm.
"You're hit!" Angela hurried over to him, she grabbed his arm but Jack pulled away again.
"'s nothing, I'll be fine." But Angela grabbed his arm again.
"Can I at least have a look? It's bleeding an awful lot." Jack sighed, but didn't pull away.
"Good, now take off you're shirt." Jack raised an eye brow. "Please?" Jack grinned at her.
"Oh, come on! I just want to see the wound!" Jack took off his shirt, but bit himself hard in the lip while moving his right arm. Angela examined the wound and noticed, to her great relief, that there was no bullet. It had merely slit through his skin, but the wound was rather deep though.
"You might need stitches."
"I said I'll be fine!" Jack snapped back at Angela. But he still allowed her to tare off a piece of his sash and make a bandage. Then he stepped back to put his shirt back on. Angela, who suddenly glanced at Jack's naked upper body, gasped. Jacks chest, arms and stomach was covered with scares. Jack sighed, but didn't put his shirt back on. Instead, he stepped closer, grabbed Angela's right hand and put it on his chest. Angela pulled away her hand, but put it back again, touching one of the scars on Jacks chest.
"B…bullets, right?"
"Yes…how did ye know?"
"I know all about you, remember? Well, almost. I know that you've been shot with two bullets here, and that you have been cut with a poisonous knife here." She whispered while pointing at a huge scar on Jacks left arm.
"Yes…" Angela let her finger slide down, following the scar, then she let her hand go up, towards Jacks shoulder. They stood there for a while, Angela touching and examine Jacks upper body, touching all the scars but asked no questions. Jack put his arm around Angela's waist, pulling her closer. He put his hand under her chin, making her face him. Suddenly, time seemed to be standing still. Angela looked into Jacks dark, mysterious eyes; she felt his body against hers, the warmth from him. She heard him breathing, but also the winds whisper, the waves playing and her own heart beating like a drum inside her chest…A moment neither of them ever would forget. But Angela pulled away from Jacks arms, blushing.
"Put your shirt back on…" She turned away, looking straight down in the sand while Jack put his shirt on. She placed her hand on the rag, which was hiding her brand, on her arm, but took it away immediately when she felt the burning pain again. Jack saw her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Wha's that?"
"Nothing…" Jack raised an eyebrow but said no more. Instead he sighed, and said, in a very thick voice: "I can' believe I'm back…here, again…" Angela didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. Jack started talking again, but now his voice was filled with anger, with hate.
"This cannot be happening again! I can' be here, I should be out there," he looked over the ocean, "on my ship, with me crew! But instead, I'm stuck on a godforsaken bloody spit of land!" He was walking around, kicking the sand. "Why did you do it?"
"Do what?" Angela looked Jack in the eyes, the tenderness she had seen before was gone, now she saw only anger.
"Do what? Pulling me out of that bloody water!" Angela couldn't believe what he said.
"Well I'm so sorry then! I'm sorry for saving your life!"
"Ye should be, 'cause if ye hadn't I wouldn't be stuck here with you!"
"Well, if that's how you feel, why don't you just get back in the water? Just start swimming and the sharks will find you rather soon."
Jack let out a sound that sounded a bit like "bleeh!" and then started walking around again.
Angela sat down, her feet in the water, feeling the warm sun on her face. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out all bad thoughts and the sound of Jack, muttering curses on different languages behind her. It was hard to hear what he said, but her name and words like putia, ostias, merde, verdammt and other very kind words in many languages, were mentioned rather often so it wasn't too hard to figure out what he was saying.
"Well, densamme!" She shouted angrily. Jack stopped walking around and swearing and just looked at her. Angela stood up and walked over to Jack, furious.
"I speak French, Spanish, German and Latin, so I understand quite well what you where saying about me, and the things I didn't understand I think I can figure out! But would you please be so kind and stop cursing me! I saved your ass from drowning earlier; I didn't know that you wanted to drown! So could you stop be such a shit and help me to try and figure out a way to get the hell out of here? And by the way Jack, you're an asshole!" Angela was so angry that she was shaking
"Oh, come on! When are ye going to forgive me for that with Melissa?"
"Oh, is that what she's called. And how about, hm, when hell freezes over!"
Jack didn't answer, he just stood there. Angela sighed.
"Just go, find some rum or something."
"Rum?" Jack turned to her. "There is no rum here, miss! Not since that lovely mrs Turner…"
"Burned it?" Angela smiled.
"Aye! Burned it." Jack looked insulted just by the thought of what Elizabeth had done to his beloved rum a year earlier.
"Well, you haven't thought about the fact that the rum smugglers could have dropped off some more of that shit?"
Jack thought it over, then he smiled.
"Ye know what, ye might be right! But, then again, why would ye like me to find rum? I thought ye hated the stuff? Or maybe, this 's ye true colours showing, eh?"
"No, but I prefer a drunk pirate to a mad one that's cursing my name!"
Jack turned around, started walking again and muttered something about crazy women.
"I heard that!" Angela shouted back to him.
She sat down again, closing her eyes. Then, without knowing why, she lay down in the sand, started to wave with her arms and legs, and then she just lay still, eyes shut, listening to the sea…Several minutes past but no Jack.
Maybe he's hurt.
Angela didn't open her eyes, she didn't move I'm not going to look for him!
But then, Angela heard something. Someone singing, loud and completely out of key.
"We're…something, and something, villains, and…I dunno',
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Yoho, Yoho a pirates life for me!"
Angela sat up, arms around her knees.
"First of all, you can't sing. Second, you don't know the lyrics. And third," she turned around, "you found rum didn't you?" The pirate smiled, holding two bottles of brown liquid.
"Aye, I found rum. And lots of it! And what do you mean I can' sing?"
"What do you think I mean."
"Well go on then, do it yerself."
"I don't think so."
"Sure ye do. And here, 'ave some rum."
"No thank you, I've told you before, I don't drink."
"Unless you 'avent realised it yet, this," he shook one of the bottles in front of her face, "is the only liquid on this Island. Well, except from the coconuts, but it will take many of them to do any good at all, an' there just aint too many of them on this island, savvy?"
"Well, I guess I'll taste some rum later, when I've nearly died from thirst."
She stood up, and Jack suddenly noticed the sand beneath her.
"Wa's tha'"
"That?" Angela pointed on the ground and Jack nodded.
"It's a sand angel."
"Sand angel? I thought they where called snow angels?
"Yeah, but can you see any snow? 'Cause I sure can't, but we've got loads and loads with sand and water. A water angel would be no good so…" Suddenly, Angela started to feel dizzy and as if her legs wouldn't carry her any more, so she sat down in the sand again. Jack quickly sat down next to her.
"Wha's wrong?" Angela shivered and closed her eyes. When she spoke, wasn't it more than a whisper.
"I just realised, I mean for real, what's going on. Where I am. I have travelled back in time, to a world that…shouldn't exist. I've been hit, threatened, nearly killed. My best friend's probably dead." She swallowed. "And now, I'm stuck on an island with a man, who has, until recently, only existed in peoples imagination. And for some reason, only I was sent here, not Jonathan, me. I think that reason might be…Barbossa. I mean, someone has to stop him, I might have been able to, but I failed…" Jack put his hand on her shoulder.
"No love, ye didn't fail. Ye shouldn't even be in this bloody mess to begin with. Ye 'ave done more than anyone ever could 'ave asked from ye." He moved away his hand again. Angela thought her shoulder felt could without it. She turned to him and smiled.
"Thank you." She shivered again. "You know what; I think I need some rum now after all."
"I knew it," Jack said, grinned and then offered her his half-drunken bottle.
Angela started laughing. "Oh thank you Cap'n Sparrow." She took a zip and immediately started coughing when she felt the liquid burning her throat.
"Be careful, 's strong stuff."
"I noticed that…" Angela stood up again. "Come on Cap'n, we should get away from the water and start a fire over there." She nodded towards the palm trees. "Just in case…"
"Good idea." Jack stood up as well, and side by side they walk on the beach, and for a few seconds they forgot all about Barbossa, Port Royal and the Black Pearl…
Jack and Angela was sitting by the fire, talking and singing, something they had done for several hours now. Jack had told Angela many stories about the adventures he had been on. Angela doubted that any of the stories were true, but she liked them anyway. Jack was a good storyteller, and the more rum he drank, the more adventurous his stories became. And Angela told him stories about the future. Jack listened closely, amazed by the future, and a bit disappointed over the fact that he never would see the things she told him about. He startled her when he suddenly told her to explain once more about how she possible could know so much about him, the curse and so on. So she told him about the movie, again. About how it fascinated her, like so many others and how she tried to figure out everything she possible could, like so many others. How she had been longing for the sequels, and also how disappointed she had been, it wasn't the same magic as the first, and now she knew why.
"I don' like it…don' like the fact that ye know so much abou' me, an' I know so little, hardly nothing abou'…you."
"Well, what do you want to know?
"Everything…"
Authors note:
The one's who has seen the extra material on the DVD knows that Jack has two scars on his right chest; I have found out that it's from two bullets.
The same thing goes for the huge scar on Jacks left arm, I have found out that Jack was cut with a poisonous knife, nearly dying from it.
Putia – damn, Ostias – whore, Merde & Verdammt – damn, sort of. So you can take it that Jack was rather mad… Densamme – thanks to you too, sort of. The first two words is Spanish and the other three is German. I'm not a hundred percent sure about the words, so correct me if I'm wrong.
Please comment, I really want to know what you think of this chapter.