I'm surrounded by a circle of fire, the heat is burning my skin, I can't breathe, can't move.

A scream echoes in the dark room, and it gets louder and louder.

I hear him, but I can't move, I can't help.

The circle gets smaller and smaller, as the scream is getting louder.

There's so much smoke, I can't breathe.

The loud scream and a cold laughter is the last thing I hear before I faint…

Angela woke up, her heart was beating so hard that it almost hurt. Her whole body was trembling. She had a terrible feeling in her stomach, but she figured that it was just because of the dream.

But what does the dream mean? She knew that she had heard the laughter before, but it was not Barbossas. And the scream…who was screaming? And why?

Angela turned around in the bed and tried to go back asleep, but it was hard, the feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away. The sun was on its way up when she finally fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, the feeling was still there, stronger then ever.

Something was wrong, really wrong.

She got dressed in a hurry, the bad feeling got worse for every second.

Jack…He couldn't have left already? He promised…

Angela ran down the stairs and ran straight into Elizabeth.

"Oh Angela, there you are." She looked a bit startled but had the same warm sweet smile on her lips as usual.

"We are invited to Mr and Mrs Kent for tea. Are you coming?"

"I can't, I have to go…" Angela ran pass Elizabeth and shouted: I'm sorry before she disappeared down the hill.

Strangely, Angela did not run down to the harbour. Instead she found herself standing outside Wills shop. She stood there and watched the door, but she didn't enter, she didn't even knock. Then she walked over to the backdoor, she didn't know why but something was definitely not right. She stood by the door for a while, but she couldn't hear any sound from the inside.

Of course not, there's no one there, Will is away with Elizabeth…

But the feeling would not disappear, so Angela pressed her ear against the rough wooden door, and now she thought she heard sounds from the inside. She tried to open the door, carefully, but it was locked, of course. So she tried to open the small window instead, and it did. She climbed inside as silent as she could and closed the window behind her. She looked around, the shop was very dark but she could here some one talking. "Where are those other two morons?"

Who was there? Then she heard something else, someone was moaning. She stood with her back pressed against the wall and then started moving slowly forward until she could see into the large room were the men was. And what she saw in there would haunt her for as long as she lived.

Jack was there. He was blindfolded, his hands were tied and held over his head, the rope was tied around one of the ceiling beams so Jack was could barely reach down to the ground with his toes. He was swaying back and forth, trying to find his balance while the thick rope was rubbing deeper into his skin. His shirt was tarred in several places and he was bleeding.

Angela could only see the other two men from the back so she didn't recognise them. One of them was standing in front of Jack, laughing, then he punched Jack in the stomach several times.

Angela didn't know what to do, she could hardly breathe, she could only watch as the two men kept beating, torturing Jack. Then the man who had been laughing earlier disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a sword. He said something and the other man started laughing. The man with the sword walked over to Jack and ripped his shirt open.

"'avent ye 'ad enough yet, Cap'n Sparrow.?" Jack didn't answer, he made no sound at all. The man pressed the swords blade against Jacks chest. Jack gasped and started moaning, and Angela realised that the blade was red-hot. Jack tried to get away, he slipped and there was a loud crack when one of Jacks wrists snapped of. Jack screamed… Angela put her hands over her ears and her body started to slide down to the floor. She didn't know if she was going to scream, throw up or faint, she couldn't stand it. Fortunately she didn't see when the man walked around Jack and started punching Jacks back with the sword, but she heard it…

I have to do something.

She looked up and saw the small stair up to the second floor, Will's old bedroom. She could probably get someone's attention from one of the windows up there. So Angela stood up, and sneaked across the floor over to the stair but just when she was going to place her foot on the first step she hear a loud bang. She hadn't closed the window entirely and the wind had smashed it open.

"What was that?" She recognised the voice now, Squalor!

"Well go look fool!" Quickly Angela sneaked in beneath the stairs and tried to hide in the dark. She had her hands against her mouth and held her breath so that she wouldn't be heard. She heard footsteps and a man walked passed her. He looked around, saw the window and closed it. When he turned around Angela saw who it was, Twigg. He looked around once more and then he walked back to Squalor.

"There's no one there. It was jus' the wind."

Angela was shaking, what could she do? How could she help Jack? She looked around and saw a large piece of wood lying just a few feet to her right. She grabbed it and a plan appeared in her mind. She started crawling on the floor, kicked a chair and made a hell lot of noise before crawling into a corner next to the small doorway to the other room. The men started talking and once again were Twigg forced to go check. When he had walked passed Angela she hit him as hard as she could in the back of the head with the piece of wood. Then she backed in to the corner again and listened. Squalor didn't seem to have noticed anything. She heard him mumble something, laugh and then Jack cried out in pain. Then Angela heard footsteps and she took a deep breath before she quickly walked into the room, she almost ran over to Squalor and the same second as he turned around she hit him hard in the head. He fell to the ground. Angela backed a few steps away from before she dropped her "weapon", her body started shaking again, then she heard a low moan behind her.

"Jack…" She bend down, turned Squalor onto his back, she took the dagger he had in his belt and then walked over to Jack. She placed her hand on Jacks waist but he immediately started fighting, he tried to get away.

"No, no Jack, it's me! It's Angela Jack! It's just me…" Jack calmed down when he heard the sound of her voice. Angela placed her hands on his hips and leaned her cheek against his body, which was covered in sweat and blood; Angela bit her lip but could hardly stop the tears from falling down.

"I'm gonna cut you down now, ok?" She tried to reach the rope his hands where tied in, but she was too short. Angela looked around and saw a chair standing by a table. She walked over to it and brought it over to Jack. She stood on the chair and started cutting, as careful as she could, off the rope. When the rope was cut off Jack fell forward and when his heavy body hit Angelas she fell backwards and Jack landed on top of her. He cried in pain as they hit the ground. Angela rolled Jack over to his back and sat up. She took off the blindfold.

"It's ok now Jack, I'm going to help you now." She stroked his cheek gently before she untied the rope around his hands. Jack tried to sit up but cried out once more. Angela looked down at Jacks legs and saw that a dagger was sticking out from his thigh. She swallowed, closed her eyes and tried to calm down.

"Jack…I'm going to have to pull that dagger out." Jack moaned, but nodded. She looked around; she needed something to stop the bleeding. Jacks shirt was already ruined…So Angela tore off a piece of fabric from it. Then she took a firm grip around the hilt. Come on Angela, you know how to do this…

Then she pulled. Jack clenched his teeth together and did his best not to scream. Quickly Angela put the dagger down next to her and then took the white fabric from Jacks shirt and made a temporary bandage around the wound which was bleeding heavily. She looked at Jacks face, he had his eyes closed.

"Jack…?" He grunted and Angela relaxed a little. She looked at him, he had bruises all over his face and chest and his stomach had a blue shade in some places after all the punches. She tarred of another piece from Jacks shirt and walked over to a bucket with water, she picked it up and brought it back to Jack. She sat down next to him and put his head in her lap. She put her hands down into the cold water inside the bucket and gave Jack a few drops to drink. Then she dipped the rag into it and put it on Jacks chest, where Squalor had burned him, right beneath his tattoo, a rose. Jack gasped, but relaxed after a few seconds and closed his eyes again.

"Why a rose Jack?" Jack grinned and opened his eyes, but he didn't answer her question.

"If this is what I 'ave to do to get ye to touch me like this, then I 'ave to get hurt a lot more often love." He tried to laugh but stopped immediately, it hurt too badly.

"You wouldn't dare!" She shook her head. "Are you in a lot of pain?" Jack didn't answer, instead he looked terrified. A shadow piled up behind them and before Angela had a chance to react, strong hands had grabbed her from behind and she was forced up from the floor, then she was pushed away, so hard that she fell to the floor. She looked up and saw Squalor standing between her and Jack, who had his eyes closed again. He had hit his head on the floor when Angela had been forced up and was now fighting against a strong urge to faint.

Squalor walked over to Angela, grabbed her shoulders roughly and forced her to stand up before he pressed her against the wall. Angela tried to fight him off but he was too strong.

"Twigg! Where are ye, ye worthless rat!" Angela heard someone moan from the back and after a short while came Twigg, staggering, out from the backroom.

"Take 'er!" He pushed Angela over to Twigg who grabbed her, but not as hard as Squalor had done. Twigg was swaying a bit, Angela was satisfied with the fact that he was suffering from the blow she had given his head. Squalor on the other hand didn't seem affected at all. Angela stared at him and did her best to stop her voice from trembling as she spoke.

"If I had known that you were such a bonehead I would have hit you harder…"

Squalor slapped her, hard; Angela felt the coppery taste of blood in her mouth. She spit and then stared at Squalor who was smiling. He walked over to Jack, grabbed his hair and forced him to stand on his knees.

"Oh Jack, I thought that I man such as yerself knew 'ow to act around a lady." He forced Jack to look up. "Come on now, show the lady that ye 'ave some manners. Make a bow!" He forced Jack to bow (Jack nearly hit his nose on the ground) before he pulled his head back up roughly. He let go of Jacks hair, Jack started swaying back and forth, but didn't fall. Squalor stood and watched him for a while, but got tired.

"Ye're pathetic Jack Sparrow. Everyone says yer so great, as if ye were some royalty among pirates. But ye're pathetic, walked straight into our little trap and now yer little whore's come to help…" He grinned. "All hail to the Pirate King…" He gave Jack a knee strike, (Angela heard the sound of something breaking, if it was Jacks nose or jaw she didn't now) a spray of blood came from Jacks face and he fell to the ground and fainted. Angela screamed. Squalor just grinned and then started to kick Jacks side.

"No! Stop it! Leave him alone!" Angela screamed and tried to get away from Twigg. Over and over again did Squalor kick Jack. Angela was able to kick Twiggs' lower shin and pressed her elbow into his side, he gasped and let go of Angela, who leaped forward. And for a few second Angela forgot that they were two against one, that both men were bigger and stronger than her and the fact that they were armed, she just wanted them to leave Jack alone. She jumped up on Squalors back and started scratching his face and neck, and she started punching everywhere she could reach. Squalor roared and then made a violent bow, Angela wasn't prepared for the sudden movement and fell off his back and down on the floor. She hit her back and felt how all air was pressed out of her lounges. She tried to breathe, but she had to make two attempts before she felt the wonderful feeling of oxygen in her lounges. But that feeling didn't last for long. Squalor had walked over to her and kicked her hard in the side. Angela turned over to her stomach, only to get another hard kick in her side, and another. The pain was horrible, she couldn't breathe, she felt the taste of blood and vomit in her mouth and she was sure that her ribs would brake… Then he stopped, walked over to Jack and kicked him instead. Angela screamed.

"Stop! Please stop! He's had enough now, please…" Squalor walked over to Angela again and grabbed her shoulders roughly, he forced her to stand up, the room was spinning and Angela felt like she was going to throw up. She was pushed into the wall. Squalor pressed his body against hers.

"Ye didn't say a word when we tried to 'ave a little good time with ye on my uncle's ship, but ye're pleading fer him!"

"Please…He's had enough now…he can't even stand, please…"

"No. It's not enough! He deserves it. I lost everything because of him! My uncle is dead; I lost the ship and the glory he promised me! I had to flee, like an animal!"

"P…please…" Squalor started laughing.

"'ave ye heard anything more amusing Twigg? The whore is begging fer the pirates' life." Twigg started laughing too.

"Why do ye even bother? He's worthless…" Now Twigg walked over to Jack and kicked him. Angela tried to push Squalor away, but he only pressed his body even harder against hers. Suddenly were his hand inside her shirt, Angela tried to push him away again, but when that didn't work she bit his cheek. Squalor roared and then slapped Angela.

"Big mistake…" Then he smiled. "I'm gonna give ye a choice. Ye can keep fighting, but I'll just tie ye up and make ye watch as we keep 'aving fun with yer friend over there. "He nodded towards Jack." And trust me, I can keep doing this all day. And then, I'll cut his throat, and watch as he bleeds to death. Or," his grin grew wider, "ye can be a good girl and do as I tell you without making a sound, and I'll just shoot him when I'm done with you." Angela stared at Squalor, the alternatives where horrible. What could she do? She could never fight, and win, against both men. But to give in, and do what Squalor wanted her to, it was too horrible and degrading. But she couldn't let them keep torturing Jack; an immediate death was the most humane thing…

Angela took a deep shivering breath before she relaxed her body and looked down at the floor. Squalor started laughing before whispering in her ear.

"Good girl…" He kissed her neck before tarring her shirt open. Angela clutched her fists together, so tight that her nails were digging deep into her skin, but made no sound or any attempt to stop him. She heard footsteps and then Squalors voice.

"Don't worry Twigg, ye can 'ave her when I'm done…" Angela wanted to scream; feeling his hands touching her body was the worst feeling ever. But the bra had made him confused and bought her some time. But no plan appeared in her head. She realised that she had no choice, she had to put up with anything the two men wanted to do with her, and then they would probably kill her. She felt how Squalors hands moved down and started to unbuckle her belt.

Then she heard something. Someone tried to open the door to the shop.

"Why should we trust them?" James!

"James! We're in here! Help!" Squalor pressed his hand over her mouth. Angela saw how Twigg sneaked over to the backdoor, but Squalor didn't seem to notice.

"Ye shouldn't 'ave done that. I was going to let ye live…But now, I'm gonna kill ye and then cut Jacks throat…" He pressed his pistol against Angelas' neck, she closed her eyes. She could hear how James and someone else tried to get inside, but they would never get inside in time…

A pistol was fired, Angela screamed and then felt how warm blood covered her face, but there was no pain. She opened her eyes again and saw how Squalor grabbed his throat before he fell to the ground. Behind him was Jack standing up, swaying, with a pistol in his hand. Jack had shot Squalor, right through his neck and missing Angelas head with just and inch. Jack looked at Angela before he fell to the floor…

Angela didn't know if it took seconds, minutes or hours but finally James, Will and some of James navvy men was able get the door open. Suddenly had someone grabbed Angela.

"Angela, are you all right?" James.

"I'm fine…" Angela pushed him away. James looked a bit relieved, then he took off his coat and put it on Angela. She blushed and pushed him away again.

"Stop it! I'm fine! Worry about Jack instead." She walked passed James and over to Jack, but there was a crowd around him. James passed her and walked over to one of his men who shook his head. Angela suddenly noticed that Elizabeth and Will were there. Elizabeth was crying and Will stared at the floor. Angela tried to walk over to them but James grabbed her.

"Angela don't! Stay here."

"No…what are you doing? Why aren't anyone helping Jack!" She was able to get lose from James's grip and walked into the middle of the circle around Jack. She stared at his body lying on the floor. She felt how someone put a hand on her shoulder, then she heard James voice whispering.

"He's gone Angela…"

Please don't hate me, I've really been working hard with this chapter.

I'm working hard to finish the next chapter soon.