A rather short chapter.

It's very emotional, soI'm afraid thatyou won't like it that much,but it's important.

But give me reviews, please.

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"No!" Angela woke up, as she had done every night since she had defeated Barbossa. And every night she saw him in her dreams. She stood up, walked over to the window, pulled away the curtains and looked out. The guestroom she borrowed was on the opposite side of Elizabeth's old room. She had no view of the harbour, instead she saw the small road down to the town to the left, and to the right she saw the small forest where "her" pond was. The sight calmed her down, and the memory of the nightmare disappeared. Angela walked over to a small table, on the chair besides it was her guitar lying. She picked it up, pulled the chair over to the window. She sat down with the guitar on her lap and started playing. The song her mother sang for her, the first song Jonathan had taught her.

Jonathan…

A pain in her chest appeared when she thought of him, a pain so terrible she could hardly breathe. She stopped playing, placed the guitar on the floor.

She couldn't breathe.

She had to get out of there.

Angela hurried over to the chest where she kept her clothes, and pulled up a denim jacket. But when she was about to put it on, something fell out of the pocket.

A photo.

Of her and Jonathan.

Angela felt how all her strength just disappeared. She sat down on the floor and stared at the photo. It seemed like it had been forever. Last summer, on a barbecue. Jonathan was wearing a blue and white Hawaii shirt and she was wearing a pink top. They were both holding a glass of coca cola in their hands and they were smiling. One small, single tear found its way down Angela's cheek. She stood up, walked over to the door. She opened it and sneaked down the stairs. While outside she ran as fast as she could over to the stable. She hurried over to Sparrow and sneaked in to him. She sat down in one of the corners. She looked at the photo one last time before she crumpled it and dropped it. She looked up and saw the giant horse look at her. Then he turned around and started eating again. Angela leaned back, closed her eyes, and it didn't take many minutes before she fell asleep.

"Good morning love." Angela opened her eyes, looked up and stared straight at…

"Jack!" Angela stood up; her neck was stiff and hurt a lot. "What are you…?"

"…doing here?" He grinned. "I was jus' abou' to ask ye the same thing." Angela didn't answer, she couldn't. Jack opened the small door, stepped inside. Sparrow immediately moved so he stood between the two, as a shield.

"It's ok." Angela let her fingers slide down the horse soft muzzle. Then she pushed him gently to the side so that Jack could pass.

"Are ye all right?" Angela nodded, and walked passed Jack. Jack was just about to turn around and follow her, when he noticed something in the straw. He bended down and picked up a small paper. He unfolded it.

"What are you doing?" Jack quickly put the paper in his pocket.

"No'ing love." He passed the horse carefully, closed the door and walked outside with Angela. He slowed down his pace after a while, so he was walking behind her. Then he picked up the paper again and looked at it. It was one of does…photos was it? He saw Angela, and that lad, Jonathan. They looked so happy. Jack didn't think he'd ever seen Angela so happy.

"What's that?" Jack looked up. Angela was staring at him, and suddenly she realised exactly what Jack was holding. She hurried over to Jack, and tore the paper away from him. She looked at it for a second, and Jack could see tears filling up in her eyes. Then she turned around and ran.

"Angela!"

Meet me in the harbour at sunset. Bring your guitar and the photos of you and Jonathan

The message from Jack had been delivered to Angela by one of the maids.

So here she was, standing in the harbour, staring at the ocean and the ships, but no Jack.

She held a folder with pictures pressed tight against her chest, the guitar was lying in the sand by her feet, and on the inside of her chest a black hole was growing. This was too much, she couldn't bare the pain.

It wasn't fair! Not only had she lost her best friend, she hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye. She didn't know for sure that Jonathan really was dead, but even if he lived she would never see him again.

The black hole kept growing; it was consuming her, killing her…

"Are ye all right love?" Angela turned around. Jack was stunned for a second; she looked so beautiful, so vulnerable. Her beautiful blue eyes looked so sad, her blond hair was dancing in the wind, she was wearing a red shirt and jeans, Angela had explained the strange pants earlier. Jack just wanted to pull her into his arms, and never let go.

"I'm fine." She tossed her blond hair back over her shoulders. "Why am I here?"

"You need to grief." Jack walked passed her, put down a sack carefully down on the ground, took of his boots and stepped into the water.

"Bet ye ha'ent even cried yet."

"Why should I?" Jack turned around.

"Yer best friend is missing! He is probably dead! And ye wonder why ye should cry?" Angela bit her lip and looked down.

"I don't want to…I don't want him to be…I don't want to let go…"

"Ye don't, ye jus' need to say goodbye love."

"I can't…"

"Come, and bring tha' sack." Angela did as he said; she took of her shoes, picked up the sack and walked over to Jack.

"Here, fer ye." Jack pulled up a rose from the sack. Angela couldn't help herself from smiling. Then he picked up a garland of flowers. Angela started laughing.

"Please don't tell me that you stole that?"

"Of course not!" He held it out so Angela could take it.

"Well you didn't make it." Jack grinned.

"I paid two small girls to make it fer me. I even overpaid them."

"Oh really?" Angela shook her head. But then her smile started faiding.

"What are we doing here?"

"I told ye, ye need to say goodbye."

"How? He doesn't even have a tombstone, a grave. Well, at least not here."

"Of course 'e has a grave." Jack nodded over to the ocean.

"The ocean?"

"Aye."

"Jack…what is it exactly you want me to do?"

"Jus' say goodbye, so that ye can start living again. He died love, ye didn't."

Angela didn't say anything.

"Did ye bring any photos?" She nodded.

"Most of them are destroyed. But some of them are still good."

They sat down in the stand, looked at the photos for a while.

"Go get yer guitar. And then play something nice fer Jonathan."

Angela did as Jack said.

"This was…is on of his favorites."

Her fingers started dancing on over the strings again, like before.

And this time, she sang to. Very silent, Jack could hardly hear what she sang.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me…

She suddenly stopped; Jack could see tears falling down her face.

She pulled up a small paper from her pocket. She looked at it before she handed it over to Jack. It was that photo he had seen earlier.

"I had almost forgotten that picture…It was taken about a year ago. We promised that day that we would always be together. He promised he would never leave me…" Then Angela started crying for real. The black hole was to big now, Angela couldn't breathe. It hurt so much. Jack embraced her, pulled her close. Angela cried so hard and so much that it felt like she was going to die. The pain was unbearable. But at leas she wasn't alone. Jack was there. He was there for her. A true friend.

They sat like that for a long time. The sun was down a long time ago, replaced by the stars. Angela suddenly pulled away from Jacks embrace; she stood up, picked up the garland again and walked back into the water.

She looked at the garland, then threw it away. It landed on the water, and floated there, peacefully. Tears kept falling, but Angela didn't even notice it any more.

"Goodbye…" She whispered into the night. Then she turned around, Jack stood up. He walked over to her and placed his arm around her waist. And the two walked away into the night, leaving a beautiful garland floating in the water.

Song: Evanescence, My immortal.