What Angela didn't like though was living in the Governors house, wearing the clothes he bought her, eating his food, without paying for it.

"I'm going to look for a job today."

"Why on earth would you need a job?"

"I can't stand living here in your house without paying anything. So I'll find a job and pay you." Governor Swann shook his head.
"Angela dear, you don't need to pay me. You are my guest."

"I know, and I really appreciate everything you have done for me. But it doesn't feel right."

The Governor realised that there was no idea to argue, so he agreed on helping her find a job. But Angela found one, during the afternoon the same day.

Will and Elizabeth had taken Jack and Angela to the Governors stable to show them something. They were standing outside the stable when a stableman came out with a gigantic, black, capricious horse. He was without doubt the most beautiful thing Angela had ever seen. But the stableman was far too rough with the horse, he was scaring him.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Elizabeth asked.

"He was given to us, as a wedding gift."

"Some gift!" The stableman suddenly said. "He's bloody useless. He's given us nothing but trouble." He jerked the halter and the horse eyes rolled back, one second later he rear. The stableman jerked the halter once more and forced the stallion down.

"Stop it! You're hurting him!" Angela rushed forward and took the halter from him. The horse started pulling the halter, but Angela didn't let go.

"Angela, you should probably stay away."

"Miss, you should probably listen to Mr Turner, that thing is evil, believe me."

"He's not evil, just misunderstood." Angela let her hand gently slide down the horse neck. Then she started patting his muzzle. And to everyone's surprise, the horse calmed down.

Angela talked slowly to it, and kept patting him.

"See, he is not dangerous, not at all. He just needed some love." She smiled.

"What's his name?"

"Sparrow." Will grinned towards Jack. "Elizabeth named him."

"Yes but look at his blaze. It looks like a bird." Angela looked up, and indeed. Right there, on the middle of his forehead was a white blaze that looked like a bird in flight.

"Sparrow." Angela whispered. "It's perfect." And it was. It wasn't only the blaze. The eyes; so dark, mysterious but still warm and friendly. He was dark as the night, and misunderstood. He was the animal version of Jack.

"He's perfect."

"Yes, we thought so too. But he is impossible; no one has been able to ride him." Will sighed.

"We're thinking about selling him."

"No! Please Will, let me take care of him. I can handle him, I promise. Let me ride him now."

Will, Elizabeth, Jack and the stableman just stared at her.

"Trust me, he won't be a problem. Please."

"Angela, I really don't think…I mean, what if you get hurt?" Elizabeth looked at the horse with fear.

"I won't. You, get me a bridle and I'll show you." The stableman mumbled something but went inside and came out with a bridle and a saddle. Angela took the bridle, but told the man to take the saddle back inside.

"I won't need it." She put the bridle on, while whispering slowly to the horse. Then she took the reins and led him to the empty field, Jack and the others followed and they all had an extremely bad feeling about this. Angela opened the gate, stepped inside with Sparrow, then she closed it. She stood still for a few seconds and let Sparrow smell and look around. Then she, flexible as a cat, jumped onto the horse back. Sparrow was surprised and scared; he reared and then went off, galloped in high speed.

"Angela!" Jack was standing by the fence and just stared at the horse, running for its life with Angela on it's back. But Angela staid on, and after what felt like and eternity the horse slowed down, and eventually stopped. Angela patted his neck and whispered in his ear, told him that he was a good boy. Then she made him, in walking pace, move over to the gate.

She smiled and the others stared at her, without knowing what to say.

"What did I tell you, a piece of cake!" Then she jumped off the horse, took the reins and led him back into the stable.

"So…Can I look after him? Maybe ride him sometimes?"

"Where 'ave ye learned to handle a horse like that? I've ne'er seen anything like that."

"Remember that old couple I used to work for?" They had horses, and some of them were truly evil. And they were all in my charge. He's," she nodded over to the black horse, "nothing compared to some of them. Please Will, Elizabeth. I can do this."

"Why not? She can handle him."

"Elizabeth, tha' horse is crazy, ye can't let Angela be around him."

"Are you worried about me Captain Sparrow?" She smiled, but Jack didn't seem to think it was very funny.

"Why can't ye take this seriously? Tha' horse is mad and I'm not letting ye near it."

"Oh come on, you're just pissed because his named after you." Jack grabbed her arm.

"Stop it, this is not a joke! I'm trying to protect you!"

"Why? You don't have to look after me Jack! I'm not yours to protect! And I don't need to be rescued; I can take care of myself!" She pulled away from Jack and ran off. Jack sighed and then walked away; he never saw the confused looks on Will or Elizabeth's faces.

Angela was furious. How dare he?

She suddenly stopped, looked around and realised that she had absolutely no idea of where she was.

"Crap!" She was on a small path in something that looked like forest. Trees everywhere. She turned around, the path was parted in two, but Angela couldn't remember which way she had come from. She had been walking for probably half an hour and there was no sign of any house or person.

"Perfect! Just perfect! Fuck!" Angela took a deep breath, and then smiled. This reminded her of something, something that had occurred a long, long time ago…

"Fuck!"

"Miss Quinn, there is absolutely no need for such language. Now, let's try again."

"I'm never going to be able to do this!"

"Of course you will, now, try again."

"Fuck off."

"Angela!" Mrs Neveu grabbed the young woman's arm.

"Mind your manners!"

"I'm sorry." Angela looked at the woman. Even though she was 55 years old she still danced incredibly graceful. But the warmth that usually came from her grey eyes was gone, instead Angela only saw fury, you couldn't do anything besides respecting this woman. She had been a fantastic dancer in her youth; her husband had been her dancing partner. Then he was killed in a car accident and Mrs Neveu decided that day to never compete again. But she started teaching others the magic of dancing, and Angela was one of them.

"Let's…try…again!" Angela nodded. This was hopeless, she would never learn this, she would never become a dancer. The warmth returned to the woman's eyes.

"You can't give up so easily dear. Life is hard sometimes, but as long as you keep fighting, everything will work out in the end. No matter what happens, never give up. Now, let's try again…"

Angela shook her head. That was a long time ago, another lifetime. But Mrs Neveu had been right, and Angela had truly learned something that day. Not the steps, she learned them two weeks later, but she learned that you can never give up. She had been fighting her whole life, but for what? She was about to give up that day, but that woman's words had made her realised that she could not do that. So she kept fighting, and always seemed to survive.

Angela looked around, what if she just kept walking?

She kept walking, after a short while the path ended, but Angela didn't turn around. And then, after maybe ten minutes she found a glade. The sunbeams shone trough the trees and sparkled on a small pond. Angela gasped, it was so beautiful. This place was as taken from a fairytale. Magical. Untouched. Perfect.

"Angela!" Angela turned around. Jack was coming. She didn't know why, but she didn't want him to find out about this place, so she hurried back.

Jack was standing on the spot where the path ended, looking around. When he saw Angela walking towards him he felt relief growing in his heart. But the relief turned into surprise when Angela ran and then embraced him. Jack placed his arms around her and smiled.

"I take it ye're not mad at me anymore?"

"No, I'm not." Angela pulled away from the embrace and them, with an embarrassed smile asked: "Do you know the way back?"

"I think so."

"Good."

"Ye're holding it wrong."

"Oh come on!" Angela dropped the sword.

"My hand and back hurts like hell. We've been doing this for hours; can't we just call it a day? Please?"

"No." Jack picked up the sword and gave it back to her.

"Jack, take it easy with her."

"Lad, don't." Jack turned over to Will, who was watching together with Elizabeth and James. Jack had decided that Angela needed more training when it came to sword fighting, so he and Angela had been spending the whole morning in Wills blacksmith shop training.

"Again." He attacked her, slowly at first, and she parried. Then he picked up the pace, moved around more and Angela had a hard time keeping up with him. Suddenly she failed to parry a blow, Jack cut her arm, she dropped her sword and fell forward.

"Ye're not trying!"

"Jack, she's hurt!" Elizabeth stood up and started walking towards Angela. Angela turned around, so that she was lying on her back, she looked at Jacks back and suddenly her body was filled with rage. She kicked Jacks left ankle, hard. He fell backwards and landed next to her. Angela stood up, still angry.

"So, you think that I can't defend myself?" Jack stood up too. Angela stepped forward and punched Jack hard in the face; he took a few steps backwards and didn't really seem to understand what just had happened. Angela punched again; Jack avoided the punch but turned around. Angela stepped forward, gave Jack a really hard push, Jack stumbled in to the wall. Angela grabbed his right arm and held it pressed against his back. Jack moaned, Angela suddenly realised what she was doing. She let go of Jacks arm and backed away. Jack turned around, pulled up his pistol and held it towards Angelas head.

"Cheater."

Elizabeth, Will and James just stood quiet and watched the two. Then Angela suddenly hit Jack's hand and made him drop the pistol, so fast he didn't have a chance to react. Then she grabbed his right arm again, forced him to turn around and pressed him up against the wall once more.

"I win again," she whispered in his ear. Then she let go. Jack rubbed his arm.

"Where did ye learn that?" James looked impressed.

"Jonathan…" Angela responded in a low voice.

"What?"

"Jonathan, and old friend. He loved martial arts, taught me some." Angela picked up Jack's pistol, she didn't care if they knew what martial arts was, she just didn't want to talk about Jonathan.

"Martial arts?" Angela sighed and turned to Elizabeth.

"Just a way to defend yourself. Look, you can never imagine what kind of place a town like New York is in my time. I was never raped as a child and there was just no way in hell that I was going to get raped in the streets either!" Angela talked very fast and loud. "And Jonathan knew martial arts, he knew New York and he was just not gonna let me get hurt so he taught me. And that's a good thing. I worked as a bartender in the weekends. Studied during the week, worked all weekend. And I worked during the night, and it happened more then once that some drunk motherfucker came on to me, and almost every time that son of a bitch couldn't take no for an answer! And they would stay until I went home and follow me. And would try and force me into…" She turned over to Jack.

"So don't come and talk a lot of shit, don't say that I need to learn how to defend myself. Just because I don't know how to handle a sword perfectly! I've been fighting and defending myself my whole life. I have always been on my own! And stop looking at me like that, as if you fucking knew me. You don't, no one does!"

"Angela…I'm sorry." He placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't…I want to leave now." Jack nodded and stepped away. Angela turned around.

"It's not fair. I never got a chance to say to say goodbye." Then Angela ran out from the blacksmiths shop. Will, Elizabeth and James stared at Jack; they had no idea of what just had happened. But Jack knew exactly what she'd meant.

"Miss Angela!" Angela turned around.

"Mr Jones, how good to see you again."

"The pleasure is all mine miss. Are you all right? You look troubled, and, you're bleeding!"

"Oh, it's nothing, barely a scratch. But I have to go." Angela smiled and hurried away. She didn't stop running until she was inside, sitting on her bed.

"Angela?" Jack knocked on the door again.

"Angela may I please come in?" Still no answer.

"I'm sorry. Angela…?"

"Come in!" Jack opened the door and stepped inside. He saw Angela; she was sitting on the bed. The rage, which had covered her face several hours ago, was gone, now she just looked vulnerable,

"I 'ave something tha's yers." She looked up.

"Really?"

"Aye." Jack walked out of the room again, picked something up just outside and came back inside again.

"My guitar! Where did you find it?"

"In the water… I kinda liked it, so I kept is. But it's yers, and now I'm giving it back to ye."

"Thank you…" She took it, placed it in her lap, let her fingers slide down the strings.

"Jonathan gave me this…He taught me how to play."

"It sounds like 'e was great."

"Yeah, he was…He took care of me, even though he was younger. He taught me so much." She took a trembling breath. Jack sat down next to her; he placed his right arm around her and pulled her close.

"Ye think ye can play something fer me?" Angela smiled and sat up straight again.

"Not today Jack. But maybe some other day." Jack nodded, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Jack turned around.

"This one is called Heartbeats." She let her fingers dance on the strings and a beautiful, rather fast melody came from the guitar. Jack watched her hand first, then he looked at her face. So concentrated, so beautiful. Her fingers kept dancing, and then she started humming. Jack closed his eyes and listened. Then Angela stopped playing, Jack opened his eyes.

"Tha' was…Wonderful." Angela smiled.

"Well, maybe I'll play another one for you tomorrow then."

"I hope so. Good night love."

"Good night Captain."

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Ok, I'm not sure if I like this chapter.

I mean, I loved it when it still was in my head but now... I don't know :S

Please, review, need to know all the good and the bad stuff about this chapter.

And by the way, thet hird chapter is on the way ;)

And please tell me that you've heard Hearbeats with José Gonzales.

If you haven't, do so! It's wonderful!