"You look lovely Angela." Angela looked up. She and Stephen was sitting on the grass in the Governors garden, Stephen had arrived early that day with a small basket with biscuits and a bottle of wine. Of course was Anne, the maid, standing beneath a tree a few feet away. It was not proper for a young woman to be alone with a man.

"Thank you." She placed her left hand on the soft fabric of her skirt. The dress was simple, orange, with a bow on the bodice and white lace on the sleeves. Her hair was tied back and Elizabeth had borrowed her a pair of pearl earrings to wear. Stephen couldn't take his eyes of her.

"Um…How is your arm?"

"Oh it's fine, thank you."

"Then why are you wearing that." He looked at the silk ribbon Angela had tied around her brand. Angela quickly covered it with her hand. A memory of a heavy body on top of hers, the sound of clothes being tarred apart and the feeling of something burning on her skin…

"Angela?" Angela looked up.

"I'm sorry…it's just a…" Angela tried to come up with something, she couldn't tell him the truth.

"A…a game!" Stephen looked sceptical on her.

"A game?"

"Yes…me and my father used to wear a ribbon around our arm. Can't really remember why, I was so young when we started to do it." Angela looked down and pretended to wipe away a tear. " I really miss him."

"I understand, please, forgive me." Angela hated to lie to him, but she had no other choice. Stephen wasn't like Will or Jack. He would never believe, understand or accept the truth.

"Wine?" Angela smiled and nodded.

"Look at him Will." Angela and Will were standing on the top of the stairs and watched as Jack and Elizabeth walked around on the grass. After spending a few hours with Stephen she had changed her clothes and could now spend time with the people she could be herself around. Suddenly Jack stopped, yanked Elizabeths skirt and then pointed up, he had probably found another pretty cloud.

"That's not Jack." Angela sighed.

"No. I don't think he knows who Jack is."

"What do you mean?" Angela looked at Will. His eyes were focused on Jack and there was a sadness in them that was heartbreaking, but also a determination she had never seen before.

"Like you said Angela, he is not Jack. What if he doesn't want to be Jack anymore? Just think of all he's been through?"

"Like putting you in danger twice?"

"Or nearly being tortured to death. And you got hurt while trying to save him, and not only this time." Will shook his head. "And my father." Will stepped down and then sat down on the stairs, Angela joined him.

"Sometimes I blame him…Jack. Sometimes I wonder if it hadn't been for Jack…"

"Will…He was coming home. Isla the Muerta was going to make him wealthy enough to leave the pirate life, for good. He loved it Will, but he love you and your mother more." Wills head fell into his hands, Angela figured that he was crying, so she said nothing.

"It doesn't matter now, my father is dead but Jack still lives."

"Will…there is nothing we can do."

"We can remind him…we can remind him of what he used to be, the good parts." Angela sighed, the thought was sweet, but Angela knew it would never work.

"Will…"

"Stop being the doctor Angela. You know that Jack isn't like everyone else. You know that he has cheated death over and over again, and so have you. You if anyone should believe in magic and…the power of the mind and…"

"The power of love?" Will smiled.

"Yes."

"Ok Will, you have convinced me, I mean, we can't really make it worse. So…what should we do?"

"You can figure out something for you to do, I already know what I'm going to do."

"Ok Jack, stand still." Angela took a photo of him, still surprised that the camera still worked after all this time and surviving a storm.

"There, thank you." Jack titled his head to the side.

"Come here." Angela reached out her hand, Jack stepped forward and took it. Angela walked over to the bed with him and they both sat down.

"Do you remember that song I told you about, the one my mother used to sing to me? You asked me to sing it to you, but I didn't want to, then. I want to now." Angela picked up her guitar from the floor. Jack watched as she closed her eyes and let her fingers start a slow dance on the strings, she had played this song so many times before. Then she started singing, her voice trembled a little at first but then it got strong.

Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed

Angelas voice trembled and she stopped playing. Then Jack suddenly placed his hand above hers and looked into her eyes. Angela swallowed.

"Do...do you want me to continue?" Jack tilted his head again, and then nodded. Angela gasped.

"You understood? You really did." She started laughing. Jack just looked at her. Angela started playing again, she played the rest of the song and while Jack was staring at her.

Then she stopped, and looked at him.

"It's called The Rose, beautiful isn't it? There, now you now another of my secrets, you know about my rose."

But will I ever learn the story behind yours? Angela glared at Jacks left side of his chest where she knew his tattoo of a rose were.

Jack looked at the guitar.

"You wanna play?" Jack looked at her again.

"Ok, as soon as that wrist has healed I'm gonna teach you to play guitar."

"What's that?" James had been standing in the doorway for a while, just watching as the girl sat down at the table, leaning over something.

"Oh, hi James." She looked up. "It's just something I've been working on, it's a gift, to Jack."

Angela showed him the piece of paper where she had been drawing a picture of Jack all morning and explained Wills plan to James.

"I took this photo of him yesterday." She gave it to James. "Just to have something to work with." James looked at it, Jack was standing next to a chair. He looked pale, lost and he was slouching awfully. But the picture that Angela had painted was amazing. It was a coal drawing of Captain Jack Sparrow standing behind the helm, just like he had used to.

"It's wonderful Angela. I didn't know that you could draw."

"Well…I like to keep facts about me to myself."

"And you think it will help?" James gave her the drawing back.

"What, my secrets? I…"

"The drawing? Do you really think that a drawing can help Jack recover?"

"I…I don't know…Well, no. I do not think that it will make him better. But maybe, if he just wakes up a little. I just…I can't stand seeing him like this. And there is nothing else I can do James."

"I'm sorry Angela…I was just trying to be realistic."

"I know. But sometimes we need to hold on to our hope." James nodded.

"Well, it isn't a bad idea. To remind him. But don't you think that there are things that would work better."

"And what would that be?" James cleared his throat.

"Well…a night…with someone maybe."

"Are you offering?" James gasped and Angela started laughing.

"I'm just kidding. It's a good idea James, but then you are just going to find a girl for him."

"Me?"

"Relax a little Commodore. Do you really think that Jack would be able to have sex with someone? And don't look like that, sex is not a sin you know. Sex is something really common." The look on James face was priceless.

"We are just going to have to settle with my drawing. I'm actually finished with it now."

Jack had stared at the drawing for a long while when he decided to put the drawing in the safest place he could think of, one of his boots. Then he had walked over to Angela and pointed on a piece of paper on a small table.

"You want another one Jack? Ok then, go over there and stand by the window." It took a few seconds before Jack understood what she had said, but then he walked over to the window. Angela took a paper, a piece of coal and started to draw. This time Jack was standing on a beach with the wind in his hair and a bottle of rum in his hand. Jack didn't move until she was finished.

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