Angela opened her eyes and stared up at the white ceiling. It took several seconds before she even remembered who she was.
It was raining.
Angela closed her eyes and swallowed, unprepared for the burning pain in her throat.
Hands clasping my neck…can't breathe…
She opened her eyes again.
It was a dim light in the room, but if it was dusk or dawn she didn't know.
She sat up, slowly, her body was aching.
Something was wrong, she didn't know, but she could feel it. She tried so hard to remember, but all she could see was Jacks face.
And a cold, hard voice. A voice that made her shiver, she couldn't breathe…
She closed her eyes again and tried to focus.
A shadow above her…being tarred away…but then it came back…she struck!
Angela gasped and pressed her hand over her mouth.
Jack….Jack had been there.
What had he been doing there?
Angela sighed, she was getting a headache.
Suddenly a terrible thought struck her.
Could Jack have been the one who….No, she forced that thought away. Jack protected her, he would never harm her.
Yes, that's it! He was protecting her. That has to be it…
But then…
She didn't doubt this time, as soon as the shadow was above her she jabbed…jabbed the object in her hand straight into his body. A familiar scent of sweat and blood…
Angela started to feel sick…
Could she have made such mistake? Could she have killed Jack?
"No!" But if Jack had been there to help, if he had run over to her at the floor and kneeled beside her…Angela started to panic. She climbed off the bed and ran over to the door, she had to find out. She grabbed the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open. It was locked from the outside.
Angela tried to open it again.
"This can't be happening! Come on!"
"'s locked." Angela turned around when she heard the familiar voice.
"Jack?" Jack stepped out from the shadows, Angela ran over to him and straight into his arms. Jack embraced her, held her tight. Angela closed her eyes.
She hadn't killed him, he was still here, everything was fine…
"Are ye alright love?" Angela nodded.
"Good…" Angela looked up when she heard Jacks low and concerned voice.
"Jack…what really happened? I can't seem to remember…" Jack looked at her.
"Ye don't?"
"No…I just know I couldn't breathe. You were there, here in this room, and someone else was too. It was dark…What happened?"
Jack sighed and closed his eyes. Angela didn't remember, but he did…
After being hit into the wall, Jack was unconscious for a few seconds.
He shook his head while trying to see clear. Angela was on the floor, that lad was on her again with his hands around her neck. Jack did an attempt to stand up, but black spots started dancing in front of his eyes. He shook his head once again and looked at Angela. Stephen had suddenly let go of her. He stared at his hands as if he had burned them at something. Angela was gasping for air. Jack started to crawl over to her, but Stephen was about to attack her again.
Suddenly Angela struck Stephen, he gasped, his eyes rolled into his head and Jack realised that Angela had been holding something in her hands. Stephen fell, landing on top of Angela. Jack was able to get up on his feet and hurried, as fast as he possible could at the moment, over to them. He kneeled, pulled Stephens body off Angelas. She was unconscious, her nightgown drenched in blood. Jack looked at Stephen who was lying on his back. He had something pointing out of his chest. Jack looked closer.
A dagger, it looked familiar.
Jacks hand went to his belt.
My bloody dagger…
He must have dropped during the fight…Angela got a hold on it and…
"Damn."
His pistol was missing too, lying a few feet away. Jack looked at the doorway, there on the floor, in a puddle of her own blood, lay the young maid.
Angela moaned. Jack put his arms around her; he wanted to get her off the floor before he went to find someone… When he pulled her up, into his arms something fell to the floor. The necklace he had given her. The chain was broken…
Then Jack noticed something else, the laces on Angelas nightgown was tarred apart in the back, the dress were nearly falling off, at the moment it just revealed her shoulders, Jack did his best not to reveal more as he tried to lift her off the floor. But footsteps in the stairs made him freeze. A silhouette appeared in the doorway, staring at the dead maid.
It was Governor Swann.
Then he noticed Jack.
On the floor.
Kneeling above an unconscious, half naked girl.
With a dead man behind him.
Jack realised that this did not look good…
Only seconds later had James Norrington, two guards and a servant shown up at the door.
Jack pulled Angela closer and slowly sat up straight.
He met Norringtons eyes; he saw that he couldn't believe it.
Jack wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything to say.
The two guards aimed their weapons at him.
"Don't shoot!" Governor Swann sounded terrified. Jack pulled Angela even closer; he felt her warm breath against his neck.
Jack looked at James again and saw something very strange, James nodded, nearly imperceptible, over to the windows and mimed: Get out!
Jack looked from James to the guards, to the Governor, to Angela and then at the window.
If he ran he would prove himself guilty of, at least something. If he stayed he would probably get shot. The only reason he still lived was because of Angela, his instinct was to protect her by holding her close, but it probably looked as if he used her body as a shield.
James took a step forward and stared at Jack, once again he mimed the words: get out.
"Please Mr Sparrow, don't harm her." It was Governor Swann, he was pleading.
Jack wanted to shout that he would never harm her! But he understood why they thought like he did…explaining would be useless at the moment, with Angela unconscious…He would never get out of here alive, or at least without shackles on around his wrists.
He looked at Angela, and suddenly saw his way out, the only way out at the moment. It was low, but it would work, Jack knew that. He had used this trick on the Governor before…
He stood up, still with Angela in his arms and started to walk backwards, towards the windows. The guards, James and Governor Swann followed him slowly.
Angela was slipping from Jacks grip Jack stopped and quickly took a firmer grip on her before pulling one of the curtains away from the window behind him, without turning around. He used his elbow to open it; thank god that he hadn't closed it completely the night before.
"Gent's!" Jack tried to sound like he used to, but he felt disgusting, he was digging his own grave but…he was Captain Jack Sparrow…he had to…
"Ye will always remember this as the day that ye almost caught," he looked straight into James eyes, who moved forward, Jack knew that James understood his plan," Captain Jack Sparrow." He tossed the unconscious Angela into James arms before turning around and quickly, and flexible as a cat, jumped out from the window…
"Jack?" Jack looked down at her.
"Come…" He led her over to the bed.
To get into her room hadn't been the easiest. There was guard outside her room, guards at the front- and backdoor, and guards guarding the Black Pearl…
He had been waiting all day, now the sun was on it's way down and Jack had been able to climb up to her window again, it had been closed, but was he a pirate or not? He was able to open the window quick and silently and then climbed inside. Angela was his only way out…he had to talk to her before anyone else filled her head with lies.
Jack sat down next to her and closed his eyes, he heard the rain outside.
"Jack?" Jack opened his eyes as she said his name again.
"Ye really don't remember?"
"No…I told you."
"Please try…" He didn't want to tell her what happened, she had to remember it.
"You left me…You went to the Pearl right?" Jack nodded. "But you promised you'd come back?" Jack nodded again.
"Someone was in my room!" Angela closed her eyes. She remembered someone grabbing her…and a voice.
"If I can't have you no one will…" Jack looked at her.
"What was tha'?"
"The voice said that…I recognised his voice, it was so familiar." Angela tried to remember so hard…
"Stephen!" She suddenly said. It had been Stephen.
"Oh my god…" She remembered grabbing something…anything…anything to make him get off her! Anything to breathe again…
"Where is he? Is he alright?" Angela knew the answer to her question before Jack spoke…
"No…he's dead…It was a dagger ye struck into his chest…" He avoided saying "my dagger".
Angela looked down at the floor, she had wanted Stephen to leave her alone, but she never wanted him dead…
"Damn…I guess that's why it's locked then…" Angela clutched her fists together.
"They are afraid that I would murder someone else…"
"Angela…" Jack placed his hand on her shoulder, but Angela shook it off.
"Just don't!" Angela stood up. Jack looked at her, her nightgown was changed, this one wasn't tarred apart or covered in blood.
"I guess it's thanks to the Governor I'm not arrested yet." Angela started walking back and forth, but suddenly, just like the same morning, all strength disappeared and she fell down on her knees. Jack hurried over to her.
"They'll hang me right?"
"No…" Angela looked up, Jack saw that she was crying.
"Don't lie to me Jack, you know they will. I murdered someone!"
"It was in self defence!" Angela shook her head.
"Doesn't matter."
"O' course it matter!" Angela smiled.
"You are so sweet Jack…but you won't be able to talk your way out of this…you can't save me this time…" Jack looked into her eyes, should he tell her? Earlier that day all he wanted had been to get away, to survive, but now… He wanted to protect Angela, but could he do it? And would she let him?
"I won't let them hurt ye love." He stroke her cheek gently.
"You've done enough. You came back…you pulled Stephen away twice…"
"No…I just pulled 'im away once. The second time he just let ye go." Angela closed her eyes.
"Of course…"
"What?" Angela smiled and shook her head, this was ridiculous…
"They forced him to let go…"
"They?" Then Jack realised who she meant. Who had brought her hear? Who had tried to control her all this time? Who was it that refused to let her go?
"Bloody gods…"
"They apparently don't want me to get hurt…guess they want me for themselves." Angelas voice was hard and bitter.
"They are not yer problem now." Angela shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess not…Damn it!" Angela leaned forward and felt the cool wooden floor against her forehead. She had killed a man…Sure, she had killed before, but Barbossa could hardly be called a man… She had killed Stephen and would most definitely be hanged for it.
"Angela…we'll think of something." Angela couldn't help it she smiled.
"I guess I'm a pirate now?" Jack smiled too, he grabbed her shoulders gently and made her sat up.
"No. Ye are far too good of a person to be a pirate." Angela closed her eye, when she opened them were tears falling from them again.
"I don't want to be in prison Jack. I don't want to get hanged…" Jack embraced her.
"I can't be caged…" Angelas voice shivered. To spend the rest of her life in prison would be worse than being hanged…She closed her eyes and listened to Jacks heartbeats and the rain falling outside.
Suddenly Jack heard something, it was barely, but he heard it.
"He is in there!" They were outside the house. Jack closed his eyes, they had seen him, they had come for him…He looked down, Angela hadn't heard the voice.
What should he do? Try to protect her or save himself?
Suddenly a lightning struck and hit the house. Jack forced Angela down on the floor as the entire house started shaking. They could hear screams; maybe the house was on fire?
Jack suddenly felt something strange, a strong wind inside the room.
He sat up, with his hand on Angelas shoulder to keep her down.
There was no hole in the wall, no open window, but still.
"Jack…What the hell is that?" Jack looked at Angela, she pointed on the wall by her bed.
But…there was no wall…it was an opening.
Jack couldn't believe his eyes.
A big white room with machines making loud noises and people in white coats running around. In the middle of everything was a white bed with someone inside it.
Angela stood up and started walking towards the wall.
"Angela?" Jack stood up too.
Angela stopped a few feet away from the wall. It was the 21 century, no doubt about it.
But how? It looked like a hospital she thought…
"Is tha'…?" Angela nodded.
"Looks as if they're finally letting ye go…" Angela turned around and looked at Jack. He was looking at her. He was right, it was them, they had let her go.
"They are telling me that there is no reason to stay…" Angela turned back to the wall. It was glowing.
This was insane! You see these things in science fiction or fantasy…not in real life.
But then again, heathen gods and time travels wasn't exactly something of the ordinary either.
"Maybe they're right?" Jack could hear footsteps; maybe they had been able to put the fire out. Maybe they were on their way…Angela couldn't be here if they came…
"You actually want me to leave?" Angela looked at Jack.
"Isn't tha fer the best? Ye don't belong here…" Jack started to feel panic, but did his best not to show it. They could be here any second. He didn't want Angela to go, but he couldn't stand seeing her get executed for defending herself from that Jones! If she left…if she went home, she would be protected. He had to make her leave…he had to save her.
Jack took a few steps forward, he hated what he was about to do.
"They are coming fer you love. They will arrest ye, and then execute ye. I can't let tha' happen to ye. Ye don't belong in a cage; ye are too wild and free. And yer neck is too beautiful to end up in a noose."
"Jack…" Angela whispered. Jack was right, the gods had brought here there, now they were telling her to leave. Her task was done. Jack seemed to think the same.
"Yer mission is done now I guess. Maybe it was all abou' surviving. Surviving Barbossa, surviving Squalor and Stephen."
Surviving me, he thought…
He wanted to hold her so badly, but there was no time.
"Go, before 's too late." Angela leaped forward and put her arms around Jacks neck.
"Jack I…" She wanted to tell him she's sorry, she wanted to tell him how she felt, but she lost her words…
"I know darling." Angela backed away, tears falling from her eyes. Jack reached out his hand and put something in Angelas.
"Remember," he simply said. Footsteps outside the door, there was no time, she had to go. Angela held the object tightly and started walking backwards. When she reached the wall she felt strangely warm, her eyes met Jacks one last time before she disappeared…
Angela never saw the door being opened.
She didn't see the guards running inside, aiming their weapons at Jack.
She didn't see Jack being forced down on the floor.
Nor did she see the shackles they forced on him or how he was forced to stand up.
Forced to leave the room.
Forced to face William Turner in the doorway, with a look of disappointment and disgust on his face…
So..this was the last chapter in Far and Away.
I am feeling a bit sad...I hate to end my stories :P
I'm sorry if you find the ending terrible...I can't help that some things just sounds good in my very strange brain.
A sequel, the final sequel is on it's way.
It's called A Hearts Choice.
I hope that you'll read that one and enjoy it like you enjoyed the first two parts (I hope)
Please review :)