Black Love Chapter 4: Shattered, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic

Fret not! Have just started on a new chapter for Ballads of Love!
Don't know when I will be able to finish that, though…
I mean, I had this one-shot going for almost a month!

This time around, I put the lyrics up front. They are foreshadowing what will happen in the next parts of the chapter if you like…

Black Love Chapter 4:
Shattered – Trading Yesterday

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Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding
Fall into your sunlight
The future's open wide, beyond believing
To know why, hope dies
Losing what was found, a world so hollow
Suspended in a compromise
The silence of this sound, is soon to follow
Somehow, sundown

He couldn't recall why he had decided to come here. Yet, it had been the first thing on his mind.

Well, the first thing once the smoke had settled in his restless mind… When it had all hit him… The realisation.

The unthinkable…

She needed to know. She had the right to know. Even though he couldn't properly justify why…

She had been the woman to keep him sane. His saviour in human, female form. The woman who probably would have been able to prevent all this, if Jack had not let everything slip through his calloused and bony fingers once again… He had known from the first moment that he had met her. This was it. He had immediately taken a liking to her.

Jack. His heart. Her heart…

He could only imagine… Would she even care?

He knew the girl. She most likely would. Despite her resentment, perhaps even hatred, she was practically obliged to care, by her Catholic nature.

Honour the dead. Care for them. Pray for their souls. Ferry their souls through the layers of the atmosphere, up to God, the saviour, through prayer.

He doubted if his son's soul would ever reach that destination… His own probably wouldn't either…

Here the weary man stood, in front of a door of some dwelling in London. Supposedly, her dwellings… Waiting for a reply.

He had crossed the oceans to find her. Scoured the Caribbean, Spain, the world, to eventually end up here in London. He wondered what she was doing here…

Maybe her late father had left her some possessions here, the house, or some estate… Maybe she had just wanted to get away from the Caribbean, as far away as possible…

The door opened.

''Captain Teague?'' her surprise was understandable.

''Angelica, hello'' his brain had stopped.

''What-?'' Angelica attempted to inquire about his purpose when her attention was diverted to a sound behind her.

A little girl, about three years old, cautiously shuffled to the door, to her mother.

Angelica's eyes snapped to the old man in front of her. He knew. She knew he knew.

The little beauty was the spitting image of her mother; but nonetheless, Teague knew instantly: his eyes were observing his grandchild. It was in her sweet, small, precious face. He could see Jack's mischief. Her eyes sparkled with wanderlust, secrets yet to be disclosed, the excitement of adventure…

''Jack's dead.'' The words were out.

They hung in the air between them, like an almost palpable puff of smoke following a breath let out in the winter freeze…

''I'm very sorry'' Teague numbly spoke the words as he watched her hand, clear of any wedding bands, tremble on the doorknob.

Teague didn't know what to tell her next. How the Pearl had disappeared, only to resurface, but without Jack on it? How the Pearl had been seen in numerous locations, still without a trace of Jack, to this day? How the stories gradually developed into the kind of news no father ever wished to hear? The Captain of The Black Pearl, infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, was dead. His son was dead.

''Mami?'' the little girl pulled on the neat skirt her mother was wearing.

''Not now, Marisa. Por favor, go back inside'' Angelica's voice trembled.

The little girl took one final gander at Teague before obediently turning around.

''No, I'm very sorry- Sir- I-I…'' her face had turned pale.

''Good day, Angelica'' the noble Captain tipped his head in his conventional fashion and wandered off into the streets of London.

He couldn't stay put and watch the single tear roll down her left cheek.

And finding answers
Is forgetting all of the questions we called home
Passing the graves of the unknown

The volume of his life had been turned down. His senses were no longer the same.

Even here in Tortuga, surrounded by sounds of mirth and revelry, his mind was completely blank.

A piece of his soul had died: his son, and the father's lust for life with it…

The most difficult dimension of all of this was that the undefeatable Pirate had actually been defeated…

Jack had been like a cat throughout his entire life, always escaping some grim fate by the skin of his teeth. His nine lives had run out…

Teague was seated at the small table, rum in hand.

Tortuga hadn't changed. Why would it? Jack was gone, but there were plenty of other men still out there…

Captain Teague looked around the room. He hadn't even touched his rum…

''I'm telling ya- mate! Spain! The lasses in Spain are wonderful!'' he overheard two men talking.

''Your lass must be pleased with that! You talking 'bout some Spanish strumpets...'' the man replied.

''I don't have a lass!'' the voice of the other sounded familiar…

''I had a lass once, though… A Spanish one, at that…'' It almost sounded like Jack's, but he knew that couldn't be true…

''I see…'' the man chuckled.

''Angelica, her name was…'' Teague his eyes popped out of his head upon hearing this!

Jack?! It had to be Jack!

The old Pirate jumped up. He pushed everything and everyone out of his way. He followed the sound.

''Jack?!'' Captain Edward Teague was looking right at Captain Jack Sparrow.

His son. Alive.

''Dad?'' Jack was surprised.

''What are ye doing here?! Your dead!'' Teague cried.

''I don'know… I-m'ght'ave been drunk'' ''Fa quite s'me time now, actu'ally'' Jack grinned.

''Jack! They all think you're dead!'' Teague tried to talk some sense into his son.

Jack just laughed.

''Oi! Me dad knows Angelica too! Dad, tell 'em! She gorgeous, isn'she?'' Captain Sparrow turned his attention to the other man.

''Jack!'' His father slapped him across the face and poured his untouched rum over his head.

Jack coughed and shook his head frantically.

''Thank you.'' He needed that.

Ever since the ordeal with the Pearl he had lost his reason. Captain Jack Sparrow had never been an ordinary man, but this was different…

He had lost the Pearl, but she'd returned to him, from the depths. Only God knew why… His love had returned to him.

It had put things into perspective. He loved an inanimate object… He was a Captain. It was an innate quality. He loved his ship. However, that did not mean he was incapable of love for another soul.

In effect, he had a second love besides his beloved Pearl. A woman. His Spanish lass. The lass he'd lost… Jack had never been a sentimental guy, and maybe that was why it bothered him this much… He couldn't stop thinking about Angelica…

He knew it was his fault. But why couldn't she return to him as well?!

''Dad… I'm in this kind offehh- predicament…'' the son confessed to his father.

His father raised his eyebrows. Whenever was his son not in some kind of predicament?

''Angelica, you seem she's ehr- she's vexing me… In me head'' he whispered.

''Son, about Angelica…'' The father held a grim countenance.

I know- I know, you've told me many times! Maybe it's the rum, but- I- I truly think that this time- I'll do it- I'' the younger Pirate rambled on.

''I've found Angelica…'' the older Pirate interrupted.

''Oh-How wonderful! Where is she?'' Jack inquired.

''Jack- You don't understand. She thinks you're dead'' Teague explained.

''Why would she think that?!'' the Sparrow asked, indignantly.

''Because I told her. I thought you were dead!'' ''But- son, there's more… She has a daughter'' The father looked at his son.

''Whot?! How dare she?!'' ''She's married to some Spanish drip?!'' Jack felt offended.

He was the best out there! Of course, he had not right… He had left her…

''Jack. She wasn't wearing a wedding ring… The kid is around three years old…'' Captain Teague could only hope his son would understand…

Three. Three years ago…

''Can't be.'' Jack brushed it off.

''We went to the fountain together three years ago. She was not married, nor with child. I was with-'' he stopped mid-sentence…

''I'm with child. Yours!'' ''You were drunk!'' Angelica's voice echoed in his head.

Had he really ever been that drunk?!

Mother Mary of the seven seas… Had they really- And he couldn't remember?! He wished his father would slap him again…

''I have a kid?'' ''I have to go!'' Captain Sparrow rose from his seat.

''No. You'r gonna sit here. 'N talk to me.'' ''Without rum.'' Teague said sternly.

There was a lot to tell…

As reason clouds my eyes, with splendour fading
Illusions of the sunlight
And a reflection of a lie, will keep me waiting
With love gone, for so long
And this day's ending
Is the proof of time killing, all the faith I know
Knowing that faith, is all I hold

He couldn't believe he was here.

He couldn't believe what he was about to do.

He couldn't believe it.

Inhale. Exhale.

He was a notorious Pirate. Was he scared? What for?

He was officially dead, anyway…

Yet, he wasn't. It was the sole purpose of him being here.

To put it right.

Captain Jack Sparrow took a step forward and knocked on the door in front of him.

She opened the door. Beautiful as ever.

Her eyes got wide. They were filled with sadness, distress, fear…

Captain Jack Sparrow. He was dead.

Who was this?! This man looked exactly like him… Every single feature on his handsome face…

''Angelica'' he spoke with an identical voice.

''What?! What do you want?!'' ''What is your purpose here?!'' this couldn't be true…

''Sweetness…'' Jack took a step inside.

''Don't call me that.'' Angelica backed away from him.

''Look. I don't know who told you what, but consider your con played.'' She tried to sound determined.

She didn't believe it was him… She thought he was some kind of con man…

A trap. A cruel trick of the mind.

He needed to go, but the man showed no intent of leaving…

''I don't know who you are, but you have to leave. Please.'' Without another word, she pushed the door close, pushing Jack back over the threshold with it…

Angelica rested her head against the door, trying to breathe.

''¿Mami, que pasó? Mummy, don't cry.'' A small, warm, soft hand touched her knee.

''I'm fine, mi corazón'' The mother lifted her daughter up and kissed her cheek.

She walked away from the door.

If only she could believe it herself…

Jack was left standing on the other side of the door, with nothing…

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand
Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love
Without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on
But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning
Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart
Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent
All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain
All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over
There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones
To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all

It was late at night when the man returned.

The loud rapping on the door had startled Marisa.

''Angelica! Angelica!'' the banging continued.

Angelica knew that voice… The voice that had called her name so many times before, in what seems a lifetime ago…

No. He was dead. This was just some cur who enjoyed tugging at her already broken heart strings…

Angelica took her sword. She'd kept it. She was a woman, alone with her daughter, after all… She did not enjoy surprises like these…

''Marisa, stay there! Mummy will be right back!'' she ran down the hall.

As she got closer to the door, the beating got louder.

Angelica opened the door once again. However, she stuck her sword out first this time.

''Angeli-'' the banging stopped.

It was that man again… The man who looked exactly like Jack... The man who sounded exactly like Jack…

If you didn't know any better, you would think it was Jack!

''Ye look lovely'' was all he could say.

The man took a step inside again. He blocked the door this time.

''You're drunk.'' Angelica took a step back, guarding herself.

It was true. He had drunk a bit. Jack hadn't known what to do. Drinking had seemed a good solution… But he regretted that now.

''At least not as drunk as last time…'' Jack grinned a timid grin.

''Who are you?!'' Tears were welling up in her eyes.

Last time…

He looked so real. His looks. His behaviour.

''Who am I?! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!'' he replied.

Angelica still held her sword close.

Jack sighed.

''I'm the man who was stupid enough to let people think I'm dead. I'm the man who was stupid enough to let you go.'' ''I'm the man who is stupid enough to forget the last time his hands were allowed to touch your luscious body because he's drunk…'' Captain Sparrow ogled her body.

''You think I'm dead. I know what my father told ye- but I'm not. It's me, Angelica. I'm Jack.'' He gently tugged the sword from her grip.

''Jack?'' Angelica whispered.

Without further ado, she launched herself into his arms and kissed him passionately. It didn't take Jack a second to reply to her kiss. He dropped the sword, lifted her up and pushed her up against the opposite wall.

It was getting more and more difficult to breathe, but Angelica didn't care. She didn't want to stop.

He was here. He was alive. He was… Jack.

'Mami?'' Marisa had appeared from hiding.

Angelica gasped. She jumped down and pushed Jack away.

''What time is it? You need to be in bed!'' She started to bustle around, cheeks bright red.

''Is that her?'' Jack curiously followed the two girls.

''Not now, Jack.'' Angelica ushered her daughter towards her room.

''¿Quién es?'' Angelica didn't want to answer her daughter.

''Who's that?'' Marisa asked again.

''No one.'' her mother said, curtly.

'''Gelica!'' Jack pressed.

''Stay here.'' She ordered the Pirate.

She took Marisa to her bedroom and tugged her in.

Fortunately, her daughter was an easy kid.

She didn't whine much. She didn't ask for much. She didn't protest.

Of course, she had asked her mother a couple of questions about the man in their house, but Angelica had been able to divert them and had just given her a goodnight kiss and left.

She returned to the room, only to find it empty.

Where was Jack?

Had he gone, once again? Had she dreamt it all?

Angelica shook her head. Maybe it was time for her to go to bed as well…

She entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She turned around and was faced with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Angelica yelped.

''God, Jack!'' Hand on her chest, her heart was beating rapidly.

''You haven't told her about me?'' Jack asked.

''She knows she has a father, Jack. He's at sea.'' Angelica answered.

''That's very admirable of ye, luv'' Captain Sparrow was impressed.

There was a lot more to tell. Angelica had decided not to speak of all the bad things Marisa's father had done.

''Did ye tell her I was dead?'' Another question.

''No- I couldn't-I'' her voice was reduced to a whisper.

''Sweetness…'' he gently lifted her chin with his finger in order to make her look at him.

Once again, it was all it took. That one look. Her lips crashed upon his, and his upon hers. It was a battle for dominance, air, and a hold on the other, hands roaming through hair. Jack was never letting go. Not this time. He was done with fighting, done with running…

Angelica let go of his dreads. She hung unto his collar and brought him down with her. Jack swiftly untangled his hands out of her trashes and supported himself on the bed, hovering over her, trying not to crush her.

Clothes were discarded of, piece by piece, until their bare bodies were pressed together.

''I've missed you, luv'' Captain Jack Sparrow was finally one again with his love.

''You'd better not forget this time, Sparrow'' Angelica moaned.

''Never'' The Pirate whispered.

Angelica was convinced that the legs of her bed would give way soon. This bed had never been used in such a manner. It had never been purchased with the intention either! It was practically a piece of refuse she had found somewhere at a marketplace.

She was a single mother! The last time she'd been with a man had been with Jack himself, on The Queen Anne's Revenge, three years ago!

The bed repeatedly thumped against the wall. It creaked and whined under the pressure of the weight of the two of them and their incessant writhing.

The sound it made… The sounds they made… She could only hope that Marisa wouldn't hear… She would have a lot of explaining to do in the morning…

After five times, she really couldn't give any more. They lay side by side, breathing hard, panting… Jack pulled her closer and Angelica rested her head upon his chest.

She closed her eyes. She could feel Jack's heartbeat against his chest. It was slowing down. The rhythm made her feel at ease… Suddenly, her eyes snapped back open. His heart. His beating, blood-pumping heart. Right there, the sound beating in her ears…

He wasn't dead. It had all been a bad dream. Jack was not dead.

Before she could prevent it from happening, Angelica started to cry. He hadn't cried for him. Ever since Captain Teague had told her the news, she hadn't cried one single time, except for that one tear…

She hadn't been able to. She had known that once she would start, she would not be able to stop… She couldn't let Marisa see her like that… It required explanations…

Now, all those held-in tears finally rose to the surface.

''Don't cry, sweetness'' ''It's bad for my ego… Like it was no good?'' He knew it wasn't the reason for her crying…

Angelica didn't respond. She just wrapped his arms around his torso and hugged him tightly.

''The lies you told me were not lies, ey?'' ''You were with child… 'M sorry luv, you weren't very convincing…'' ''I'd never maroon a damsel in distress, thought you could fend for yourself'' Jack spoke truthfully.

Angelica sniffled, just listening to his deep voice coming from within his chest.

''What's her name?'' ''Marisa, is it?'' he questioned.

''Yes'' she mumbled.

''It's Spanish? Does it mean anythin'?'' at least it was still fairly easy to pronounce…

''Of the sea'' she whispered.

Captain Jack Sparrow was stunned. His daughter. Of the sea. It was beautiful.

''Angelica?'' he whispered back.

''Hmm?'' The Spanish beauty turned her gaze to him.

''The lies I told you were no lies either… I want ya to know that.'' ''I love you. Always have. Always will.'' Truly.

He meant every word.

Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding
Fall into your sunlight

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Kinda cheesy, I know…

Kinda long as well!

Rating's fine the way it is, right?