When Angela woke up that morning she had a big smile on her face. She turned around and saw Jack, sleeping beside her. Angela rolled on back again and closed her eyes and, while listening to Jacks heavy breathing, remembered the night before…

When the music had stopped Jack and Angela stood still for a while. But eventually Jack had let go, he backed away, picked up his coat and was putting it on when Angela said, or nearly screamed: Please stay!

Jack had looked strangely at her, with a grin playing on his lips.

Angela blushed and looked down, then she had explained that she still felt a bit shook up after all that's happened. She would feel a lot better if Jack stayed a while. And besides, she really didn't want to see Jack walk out of her life….

Jack had nodded, he took of his coat again and hanged it on a chair. Then he looked at her.

"We really need to get ye out of those clothes." Angela shivered, despite the warm night she was freezing to death. So Angela didn't protest when Jack walked up behind her and started to untie the laces, first the dress and then the corset. He stopped, with his hand just above the laces on her slip. Angela blushed, but she turned around and faced him.

"I think I can manage to take this off myself, but thanks for the help." Angela hurried in behind the screen and started to change into her nightgown.

While she did that Jack sat down on the bed.

His clothes were wet too, he was tired and his body was soar, he actually felt like going back to his cabin, take his clothes off and go to sleep. But he knew he couldn't abandon Angela.

Angela suddenly walked out from behind her dressing screen, she was wearing her thin white nightgown. Her hair was let out and soft curls framed her face.

Jack was staring, Angela could see that, and she felt rather pleased about it. She started limping towards the bed, Jack immediately stood up to support her.

"I'm fine Jack. My foot barely hurts now." Angela sat down on the bed, Jack remained standing. There was an awkward silence for a while. Jack then suddenly started humming on something that sounded much like "A pirates life for me". Angela smiled, but then cleared her throat.

"I guess you should get going…unless you want to stay…here…tonight." Angela looked down at her hands, which were tightly clutched together in her lap.

"An offer like tha', who can pass that out?" Angela looked up. Jack had tried to be smart as usual, but there was something different about him. His facial expression, it was different.

"Come." He reached out his hand, Angela took it and Jack helped her up. Then he pulled away the covers. After that he helped Angela back into the bed and tucked her in.

Then he walked over to a chair by the window and sat down with his pistol in his hand."

"Ye don' 'ave to worry abou' anything love. If tha' lad comes, I'll shoot him…"

"Jack…" Angela sat up.

"I didn't exactly as you to stay here as my guard. I wanted you to stay as my friend." Jack looked at her; Angela forced herself to not look away as she continued.

"And as my friend I want you to be comfortable." Angela had no idea how she was going to continue without sounding stupid.

"You can sleep with me if you want… I mean in the bed! Next to me. I mean…Oh god…" Angela let her head fall into her hands. She was so stupid!

But then she suddenly felt the mattress being weigh down, Jack had sat down on the bed.

"I'd love tha'. If it's alright with ye." Angela looked up and smiled.

"I wouldn't have suggested it if it would be a problem right?" Jack smiled.

"But you should take off your clothes first." Jack gave her an amused and surprised glance.

"Because they're wet!" What am I doing? Angela sighed.

But Jack said nothing. He just stood up, took off his vest, shirt and boots. Angela looked the other way. And suddenly she started to have second thoughts about this.

She wanted him to be close…he made her feel safe. But…She sighed again, was this right? Jack sat down on the bed and put his legs up. He didn't look the least bit uncomfortable.

Angela crossed her arms over her chest.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" Jack turned his head to the right and looked at her.

"Very much," he simply replied before he lay down on his back with a very pleased grin on his face.

Angela opened her eyes and looked up into the white ceiling.

Jack had been a real gentleman. They had fallen asleep without him trying anything, he hadn't even kissed her.

Angela hated to admit it, but she was disappointed. They had been sleeping in the same bed and still…nothing. She figured that it probably was best that way, but still…

She looked back again, that last time before she had gone to sleep.

"Jack?" Jack grunted to show that he was still awake. Good, Angela thought, she had something that she wanted to ask him.

"You know the curse…Exactly how long are you suppose to feel it?" Jack turned to his side and looked at her.
"What do ye mean?"

"Well…it still calls to me sometimes…and that really freaks me out." Jack turned over on his back again.

"It depends…"

"On what?"

"On how long ye were cursed, how strong character ye got and of course, how badly ye want to be free. Remember the curse is a punishment for greed. To be free, 's a privilege, and people tha' are greedy don' deserve it." He looked at her.

"Jus' keep fighting it and eventually it let's go…I think." Angela didn't need to ask, the curse still called for Jack sometimes. Well, if he could resist it then she could do it too. And she knew that she wasn't alone. She smiled and then came a bit closer to Jack, he looked at her.

"Good night love."

Angela turned to her side and looked at him. He was still lying above the covers; his right hand was resting on his stomach the other one were laying next to his body. He snored, but not in a disturbing way. Angela liked it, it felt nice and safe. She leaned closer to him and even though they didn't touch she could feel the warmth from his body. She glanced at his naked upper body and once again was she shocked by all the scars. She looked at the brand on his chest and above it the tattoo of a black rose. Jack suddenly opened his eyes. It took a few seconds before he noticed that she was watching him.

"Good morning Jack." Jack sighed, closed his eyes and then opened them again.

"What are ye doing love?" He sat up, Angela did the same.

"Nothing." Jack grunted, his leg hurt a lot more than usual this morning.

Tha' bloody lad's fault, he thought irritated.

"What's wrong Captain?" Angela smiled but then suddenly she thought of something that made her smile fade. She quickly stood up, she grinned her teeth together when she felt the pain in her right foot but she forced herself not to show it.

"What's the matter?"

"The Pearl! Oh Jack I am so sorry." Angela looked out through the window. It was way pass dawn; it looked as if it was around noon.

"I am so stupid, could you please forgive me?" Jack had missed the Pearl. He had lost his ship, and it was all her fault…

"Sit down Angela." Angela looked at him, he didn't look angry. He was actually smiling.

"The Pearl isn't gone yet."

"But you told me…"

"Well, we decided to leave at dawn, but I told them I'd might need more time."

"So what? You expected to end up in my bed?" Angela smiled, she wasn't angry.

"No." Jack grinned to show her that wasn't too unhappy with how the evening turned out.

"I figured I'd might need some extra time in case something got wrong. So…" He leaned back again. "I figure I 'ave a couple of hours." He turned his head towards Angela.

"So why don' ye come back to bed and keep me company." Angela smiled and sat down on the bed, then she crawled over to Jack. Jack sat up and grabbed the back of her neck; he pulled her down and, finally, kissed her. Angela had been longing for that since their dance the night before.

"Took you bloody long enough Captain." Jack grinned, pulled her into his lap and was just about to kiss her again when someone knocked on the door. Jack let go of Angela and lay down again.

"Why is there always someone at tha' bloody door?" Angela crawled off the bed.

"Jack, be quiet." Angela watched the door for a few seconds and just when she thought that the person had left he or she knocked again.

Angela quickly grabbed Jacks shirt, vest and coat, she couldn't find the boots.

"Get up!" Jack got out of the bed, Angela quickly handed him his clothes as there was a third knock on the door.

"Hide, they can't find you here." Angela hardly dared to think about what would happen if anyone found a barely dressed pirate in her room, "

Hurry!" Angela walked over to the door as soon as she had made sure of that Jack wasn't visible. He was hiding behind Angelas dressing screen.

Angela took a deep breath and opened the door, she immediately saw who it was and tried to shut it again, but he put his foot in the way and then forced the door open.

"You?" Angela took a step backwards. "What are you doing here?"

Stephen walked into the room with a big smile on his lips.

"Can't a man surprise the woman in his life?" He stopped just in front of Angela.

"Stephen…you have to go!" Angela wasn't as afraid as she had been the night before, Jack was here and he would never let Stephen hurt her. But this was still not good, since Jack couldn't reveal to anyone that he was there, he might get arrested!

"Look, I just want to talk, please." His voice was so warm and soft, so different from yesterday, Angela figured that he had come to apologise.

"Alright, you have 60 seconds." Angela crossed her arms over her chest.

"I know that things didn't exactly work out as planned yesterday, actually things got a bit out of hand. But I've thought it over and I have decided to forgive you."

"What?" Angela couldn't believe what she just heard. Forgive her?

"Yes. You really made me look like a fool yesterday and I was very upset. But, like I said, have I decided to be the bigger man. So you don't have to worry dear, the wedding is still on."

He took a step forward and held out his arms to embrace her but Angela pushed him away.

"Stephen… Don't you remember what I said yesterday?" Stephen put his arms down, but the smile on his face was still there.

"Oh Angela, we said a lot of things that we didn't mean, and I said that I forgive you."

"I don't need your forgiveness, I meant what I said. I don't want to marry you."

Stephens smile started to fade a little.

"I understand, it's too fast. Don't worry; we can wait a few months."
"No Stephen. I won't marry you. I don't want to. I don't love you!"

"Love? What has love got to with marriage?" Stephen burst out laughing, Angela couldn't believe it but he was actually serious.

"No Stephen listen, I don't love you, that's why I can't marry you. Don't you get it?"

"Angela, we are perfect for each other. And we'll learn to love each other, don't worry!"

"I'm sorry, but that just isn't what I want. Now, please leave!" Angela pushed Stephen towards the door. Stephen then grabbed her arm roughly.

"Let go Stephen." Angela felt the fear growing inside her, but also rage.

"I don't understand why you have to make this so hard?" Stephen pulled her closer.

"Let me go!" Angela screamed and tried to hit him. He just grabbed her hand and pushed her hard against the wall.

"Let go off me!" Stephen was just about to say something when a pistol was pressed roughly against his cheek.

"The lady said let go." Stephen let go and backed away, Jack pushed Angela behind him, using his body as a shield.

"Jack?" Angela couldn't believe it, he was mad! If anyone saw him…

"Couldn't jus' stand there and hide love." He still had his pistol aimed at Stephen.

"Angela?" Angela stared at Stephen, unable to look away.

Stephen stared at Jack, still wearing nothing but his pants, then he looked at Angela in her nightgown, and then he saw Jacks boots underneath the bed.

"I should have known… People have been warning me all along, but I refused to believe them." Angela looked down. She knew what Stephen thought that she and Jack had been doing during the night, but felt no desire to tell him otherwise.

"I saw you last night you know…." Angela looked up; it was Stephen that she had heard!

"Performing fornication on the grass." Stephen sounded disgusted. "So they were right after all, you are nothing but a pirates whore." Stephen took a step forward, but when Jack pressed his pistol against his cheek even harder than earlier he stopped.

"Do ye think this is wise, boy? I 'ave already warned ye once." Stephen stared at Jack, but then turned his attention to Angela. He looked into her eyes and started speaking, half furious half pleading.

"Angela please… You deserve better than this, better than him, you know that."
Angela didn't answer. Stephens's fury started growing, and suddenly he was shouting.

"Why are you doing this? I could have saved you from all this! Given you a name to be proud of! But instead you choose to be a whore to him? To a pirate? As my wife…!" Angela stepped forward.

"But here's the thing, I am rather his whore," she nodded back at Jack, "than your wife!" Jack grabbed her arm and made her walk behind him again.

"Ye heard the lady. The door is there. Ye can either leave the house or be thrown out." Stephen looked at Angela, then at Jack as if he couldn't believe this. He started walking backwards to the door.

"You'll regret this, both of you!" Then he disappeared down the hall. Jack closed the door behind him, then he turned around just in time to see Angela fall down on her knees. Jack hurried over to her; he kneeled next to her and grabbed her shoulders gently. She looked up and Jack could see that she was crying.

"Angela…"

"This is all my fault, how could I have been so stupid and get involved with him? You warned me, Elizabeth warned me…and still…" Angela started sobbing even worse. Jack pulled her close and embraced her.

"Don't worry abou' it love. Ye're safe now. I promise. I'm not letting him hurt ye again." He eased his grip on her and then stood up, then he helped Angela to stand up.

She was still sobbing. Jack pulled her close again. Angela leaned her head against Jacks warm chest and started to feel a little better.

"Now ye realise tha' ye 'ave to talk to the Gov'nor abou' this."

"I will…Today. I promise." She looked up.

"But what if he doesn't believe me? I mean Stephen works for Her Majesty's Royal Navy, and you are a pirate? And you know my reputation…" Jack grinned.

"Have ye ever given the Gov'nor a reason not to trust ye?" Jack gently stroke her cheek.

"Tha' lad needs to be as far away from ye as possible." He sighed.

"I 'ave to get back to the Pearl." He let her go, but didn't look too eager to leave her. Angela nodded.

"I'll walk you to the door." Jack put his clothes back on and then they walked down stairs, after making sure that they were unseen of course.

They were now standing at the door. Angela leaned against the wall.

"Are you coming back?" Jack nodded.

"I promise Angela. I'm going nowhere until I know that ye are safe."

"But, what about your crew and the Pearl?" Jack leaned forward.

"The crew is free to do whatever they like, but the Pearl is going nowhere." He grinned.

"Go back up to yer room and lock the door. Don't leave yer room until I come back, savvy?" Angela nodded.

"I won't." Jack leaned forward to kiss her but Angela looked away, this wasn't the right time for kisses. Jack looked hurt again, why did she keep rejecting him? He thought they had something… Could he have been wrong? Angela looked down at the floor.

"Just go, we'll see each other later, right?" Jack nodded and then walked away. Angela closed the door and hurried upstairs before any of the servants saw her.

She had a smile on her lips; Jack had rescued her, twice. He had kissed her and he was coming back for her. He wouldn't stay, she knew that. But still… Her smile grew bigger.

She stopped outside her door, the door was closed. Angela was sure of the fact that she had left it open before.

She shrugged her shoulders and opened it.

It was dark inside.

Every curtain was drawn and Angela started to feel a little uncomfortable.

What was going on?

Was someone joking with her?

"Hello?"

She walked into the room and started to hurry over to the windows.

Then the door was closed behind her.

Angela turned around, she could hear someone breathing.

She was just about to ask who's there when someone grabbed her from behind and pressed one's hand over her mouth.

Someone whispered in her ear.

"If I can't have you, no one will…" Angela started to panic, she tried to pull away to hand from her mouth, she kicked fought to get away but she couldn't. Then she was roughly pushed to the floor, she landed on her stomach. Her perpetrator was immediately down on the floor with her. He pressed his hand over her mouth again and then with ha fast, firm movement tarred up her nightgown in the back.

Angela started crying, why was this happening to her again?

He forced her to turn over on her back; he slapped her before asking with a low voice:

"So this is the way you want it?" He started to pull of her nightgown and Angela started kicking and fighting again. She screamed into the palm of his hand and then she bit him. The man cried out of pain and pulled his hand away.

Angela saw her chance, she screamed from the top of her lounges.

"Help! Someone help me!" The man then grabbed her throat, he pressed harder and harder and Angela was unable to breathe. She tried to make him loose his grip, she scratched his hands, but nothing worked. It felt like hours, but it had probably just gone a few seconds but Angela started to feel weaker. Her lounges were screaming for air and the world around her was starting to disappear. The man who was suffocating her…she recognised his voice but she couldn't place him. She was going to die…she realised that. There was no strength left in her body, her arms got limb and fell to the floor. She closed her eyes, waiting for the fire in her lounges to disappear. Somewhere far away she heard loud bounces…

Then light! Somewhere there were light. The hands were tore away from her neck and air. Angela took several deep gasps and rolled over to her stomach coughing. She started crawling towards the light, unaware of the tumult going on behind her. A shadow was beside her and a friendly voice, but suddenly a pistol was fired, someone screamed and Angela heard a loud thump…

Jack stood still and looked at the closed door. Angela had been very quick with closing it… Jack started to walk down on the road from the Governors mansion when he heard a scream behind him. He turned around; the scream had come from the house. He started running back, he opened the door. He ran passed a maid and up the stairs to Angelas room.

The door was closed…locked.

"Angela?"

"Sir? Sir you can't be here!" The maid sounded frightened, Jack ignored her.

"Sir! I must ask you to leave!" Jack kept pounding on the door, trying to break it in.

Eventually Jack was able to open the door.

Angela was lying on the floor; Stephen was bent over her with his hands pressed against her throat.

Jack roared and attacked Stephen. He grabbed his coat and pushed him away from Angela and then went after him. Like the night before Jack kept showering Stephen with hard blows. Stephen didn't have a chance to protect himself. Stephen got a hold of Jacks pistol, he fired….and missed. The bullet hit the young maid instead who screamed and then fell to the floor. Jack attacked Stephen again but Stephen was able to push Jack away, Jack lost his balance and fell, hitting the back of his head in the wall and passed out…

Angela was much disoriented, she had no idea how many people there were in the room or who those people were. She kept crawling towards the light, an open door she realised. Her head was spinning from the oxygen lost but she kept fighting against her urge to faint.

But suddenly someone grabbed her roughly and forced her to turn on her back again. Hands grabbed her neck again and she felt how the person squeezed with all strength that was left in him. Angela was to week to fight on her own. Her hands went back and forth on the floor, looking for something to hold on to…to help her.

She felt something hard with her finger tips, she reached out her arm as much as she could and grabbed the object. She felt that she was disappearing, her time was almost up. But then the hands let go, someone had pulled him away. Angela inhaled the wonderful air, but then a shadow came over her again, Angela didn't doubt this time. She focused and then jabbed, as hard as she possible could the object into the mans body. It went a few seconds, but then he coughed and fell forward, landing on top of Angela.

She felt the familiar scent of sweat and blood before she fainted.

I'm sorry
I lied...this is not the last chapter.
I've parted the last chapter in to two short chapters instead.
I am leaving in 15 minutes..
I won't be home for three weeks, or I will be home during the weekend but Iäm not sure if I will write then so I'll do my best to finish the last chapter.

And I was so very disappointed at my self

My "I'm rather his whore" line..I was sooo proud of my self for thinking of that!
Then I watched Titanic a few weeks ago...
Damn...I guess I didn't come up with it, I just remembered it.

But I used it anyway ;)

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